Page 37 of A Toxic Redemption

"Yeah?" I grinned at her, and in return, I was awarded a toothy smile. "You'd leave my brother, and we would raise our kid together?"

"Yes," she cooed as she ran her hand down by body. Reaching for my jeans, she found my soft dick and began rubbing it slowly. "We can be a real family. We could probably even make another baby. A little girl this time."

I smiled at her brightly and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, releasing a small breath. When my hand gripped her neck, she let out a moan that let me know she was enjoying the feel of me.

"Mia, baby?" I rasped.

"Hmm?"

"If you ever try to entice me again with that rancid ass pussy of yours, I'm going to dump your head in a tub full of acid." I gripped her neck tighter and caused her eyes to pop open. "My dick doesn't even get hard for you bitch, and if you ever in your miserable ass life touch me again, I will cut your fuckin' handsoff and slap you with them. Why in the fuck would I want to be with you after the shit you've done? You're with my brother now and trying to pass that pussy around like it's communion. Get the fuck away from me, bitch." I pushed her off of me and caused her to stumble backward.

Thankfully, KJ was in his own world in his pit with one of his tablets. My son was really unbothered when things didn't pertain to him. Leaving her in the living room to get herself together, I rejoined them at the table. Everyone was eating in silence but the stares to me didn't go unnoticed.

"Where's my girl?" Kaine quizzed as he looked over my shoulder.

"Probably trying to catch her bearings." I looked up at him as I forked my greens. "You know I always had the power to take that bitch's breath away."

"Okay, Khalil," my mother warned. "I wanted us to have a sensible dinner, and you both are making it extremely hard."

"I'm sorry, mama," I apologized when I saw the sadness on her face. "I'm doing the best I can, but you know how I feel about this nigga—"

"And you know how I feel about you!" he raised his voice and hit the table. "I hate you, Khalil, and nothing will change that. Then mama had the nerve to bring this nigga here today." He looked at my father, and if looks could kill, we would all be dead. "You're the fuckin' reason I missed out on my own!"

"Kaine, what has gotten into you?" My mother placed her fork down and looked at him. "You have become so angry and bitter, and this is not how I raised you to be. Are you on drugs?"

"He's got to be on something talking to me the way he is, not knowing who the fuck I am," my father spoke without a care in the world. "I am not the one you want to try, son. Khalise and Khalil care about you, your life, and your bitch ass feelings, but me?" He glanced over at my brother as he bit into his fish. "I willsend you into the same pit of fire as the nigga that shot you from his sac."

"Ceaser," my mother stood and gasped, "what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is I killed his pappy, and if your son keeps playing with me, I'm killing him too." He shrugged and wiped his mouth as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb on us all. "I see that look on your face, Khalise, but listen to me for a moment."

He looked around at us before he continued.

"Imagine walking into your sister's home and seeing a man twice her size beating the shit out of her. Imagine seeing him trying to force himself onto her after she wanted to end things with him. She'd just found out he, her boyfriend of five years, had a toddler son by another woman. Imagine me finding out that same nigga that was beating on my sister was also beating on the woman that I was in love with."

"Nigga, you're lying!" Kaine jumped from the table and roared. "You took my father away from me because you were jealous of him!"

"Jealous of what exactly?" Ceaser asked and gave my brother his attention. "I've loved Khalise since I met her. I didn't have shit to offer her, so I stayed away from her. Yeah, I was pressed when she got with Samuel and even felt a way when I found out she was pregnant, but I took that shit to the chin. I had no idea he was dealing with my sister, too, because she was always so secretive. Hell, she had the boys by then, and I thought she was dealing with their father."

"How did you know he was beating me?" my mother asked just above a whisper. I looked over at her and was pissed at the tears running down her cheeks. I never told anyone."

"I followed him to your home one night." My father looked at her with sympathetic eyes. "I'd been hearing shit for a while, but I felt like it wasn't my business to say anything. He had just losta few bands during a dice game, and he'd been drinking. At first, I followed him to make sure he got home okay. Once he made it inside your home, I left. Something was nagging at me to return, so I did." He shook his head as he eyed her. "I went around to your bedroom window and saw you crying as you looked into the mirror. He was laid out on the bed, sleeping like a baby, and you were sporting a fresh black eye. As bad as I wanted to kick the door in and kill him, I couldn't. However, he next day, I approached him without a word and beat the shit out of him."

"I'm not about to listen to these lies about my dad." Kaine chuckled as he walked away from the table. "You robbed me of a decent childhood because that nigga had a baby by the bitch you wanted and—"

In a flash, I was on the other side of the table. Before he knew what was coming, I had him on the ground, delivering blow after blow to his face and chest. This is the last time I was going to let him disrespect my mama. He was mad at me. Cool. Felt a way about my father? Understood. But to call my mother out of her name was the last fuckin' straw.

"Khalil!" Mia came into the kitchen and shouted. "What are you doing? Get off of him."

"Pussy ass nigga!" I seethed as I continued to pummel into him. "Call my mama another bitch!" I punched him twice more in the face. "Disrespect her again, nigga!"

Kaine tried his best to swing back, but I had so much anger built up inside of me that there wasn't shit anyone could do to get me off of him. It was the wails of KJ that broke me from my trance. Reluctantly, I eased up off the nigga and left my brother in a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor.

"I'm getting my son, and we're leaving," Mia huffed as she helped Kaine up from the floor. He snatched from her and delivered one final look to me, my mother, and my father beforelimping from the kitchen. "I can't have my son be subjected to you and your ways?"

"My ways?" I chuckled, still trying to catch my breath. " I would never do anything to hurt KJ, and you know that!" I pointed in the direction that Kaine just went in. "That nigga has been disrespectful to my mother since the day he came back into town as if she did something to him, and you think I'm not going to check him? You think you're going to take my son from me because I beat that nigga ass?"

I chuckled as I stepped to Mia.

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