Page 29 of Truth

“Leave it. The fuck I look like allowing you to bring something home that nigga bought? I know you know it was him.”

“Sahmeer, leave.”

I pointed to the door as he flashed his infamous platinum bottom grill grin. My pussy twitched at the sight of my husband. He was tall, dark with wavy, satin-like hair, a full beard thattickled me when he kissed me and slanted, light brown eyes. His long eyelashes were a chef’s kiss along with his eyebrows. I couldn’t stand his ass, which meant our child would look just like him.

“Don’t matter. You’re coming home to me anyway, Mrs. Brighton.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

He hesitated then nodded. I knew him. He had plans to try to do some damage control, but I had to think for the both of us. Rowdy Red and Harlem answered to Truth. Sahmeer did too most days, but I could see the defiance in his eyes and hear it in his voice too. I wasn’t prepared for them to fall out. Besides, it was my baby, and if he never claimed it, so the fuck what?

I did have to end things with Charlie. It wouldn’t be fair to mislead him. Hopefully, we could remain friends. As for Sahmeer, we could coparent, because as soon as I was well, I was calling up Nadine, the Saint Riderz’s lawyer so she could draw up divorce papersagain. Truth wouldn’t kill us then, and there’d be no need. The damage was done, but the beauty from it all rested inside of me.

“Sahmeer, fuck off. Please.”

“I love you too, Gee.” He flashed that smile, and I groaned. It angered me that I loved him so much but hated him too.

“So,now I’m a babysitter? You’re running from something. This is the most you’ve called me over here in months.”

I couldn’t risk Merci being at this annual race fundraiser. After the second time I went there with her, all I could do was think about her. She’d be a fucking distraction now more than ever. We agreed as the brothers to move as if shit was sweet, but we received intel that confirmed it wasn’t the DPs. Having Eriqua and her girls were priceless, and for the right price, especially when they thought pussy was involved, niggas talked.

That warehouse we were about to open was to expand our trucking company, allowing us to control the flow of goods shipped in and out of Rockside and the surrounding areas. Our prices we proposed were good. Genny knew her shit. A nigga while he was drunk as fuck mentioned to one of Eriqua’s girls that our business would put a dent in someone’s money—the Hells Devils.

The only difference was they were into illegal shit like trafficking drugs and more—bombs and other military-type shit from missiles to huge ass grenades. Word on the street was their president, Jenson, was a fucking reject from the Marines after a dishonorable discharge from selling drugs to young recruits.

Apparently, the Hells Devils caught wind of what we were doing and assumed we were about to step on their toes after a few motherfuckers approached us about shipping illegal shit. Of course I shut that shit down. All Jenson had to do was approach me and he would have known that. Now he was in hiding and I needed to draw his bitch ass out.

“Alix, kiss your auntie.”

I needed him with us. We had security set up, but he had scanners in position to listen to any communications that may tell us who was out there and not in support of our race.

Alix smirked. He’d caught a glimpse of Merci. He and Germ would hang out back, but only Germ would chill with her. It had been two weeks since the last time I touched her, and it was hard as fuck. I needed to get my head in the game, and after we pushed it back once, it was now or never. I was tired of making niggas think shit was good.

“Auntie, I’ma bring you two candy apples ’cause you are so sweet.”

“Mhmm. What about my turkey legs and Mexican corn? Can’t have my turkey leg without my Mexican corn.”

He showered her cheek with kisses and she giggled. When her eyes landed on my mine, she huffed. “Come here, Em.”

She opened her arms, motioning for me to come closer.

“You don’t always have to carry it alone,” she whispered as soon as I slipped in between her arms. Something about Auntie Myanne’s hugs made my big ass feel better. “I spoke to Senior. He said you never answer when he calls and haven’t visited in some time.”

My eyes shifted to Alix when his eyes lit up. He was the only one that looked forward to calls more than Brick. Brick did just to snitch, but Alix did because he craved knowing his father in a way he never experienced in the free world.

“Alix, I’ll meet you outside.”

“Alright then.” I could tell he was upset but he’d get over that shit. Instead of bitching about it, he kissed Auntie My and left us alone.

“The girl wants her cat,” she spat underneath her breath. “Can she at least go get it? What about her car?”

“Naw.”

I didn’t even like cats. If she was my girl, his ass would have to be put down or whatever the fuck they did to cats when you dropped them off to the animal shelter.

“Her car’s in the shop,” I lied. After that day, I’d never let her drive it. It was parked in one of our other warehouses. It was my plan to get her a new one.

“I’ll run that piece of information by her later. She’s good, ain’t she? Had Teenie bring everything she needed from clothes and shoes, even toiletries. Oh and that tea. She really likes that tea. I think it helps her to sleep.”

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