Page 14 of Too Many One Nights

“Watch your mouth, Jackson,” mama warned.

Smirking, he leaned down and kissed her temple.

“The fu?what you doing here?” I asked, catching myself before mama knocked my teeth in my ass.

“This is my mama too, or did you forget?”

“Nah, nigga. We found you wrapped up in a blanket in the middle of the woods.”

“Ma?”

“Lincoln, stop your shit. Jackson, you know you got here just like the other two. The good old-fashioned way,” she revealed, causing my stomach to churn.

“And we can be practicing now if you two cock-blocking ass lil’ niggas leave me and my wife be.”

I frowned in the direction of my pops because thinking about his old ass doing some perverted shit to my mama made me sick to my stomach.

“Man, I’m gone. This nigga really knows how to fuck some shit up,” I grumbled the last part, otherwise my locs would’ve been knocked loose.

“Yeah, I’m gone. Y’all can be nasty in peace.” Stacks was up and following me down the hallway.

“So, y’all not eating?” mama asked.

“Man, my stomach hurts now.” I turned around and kissed my mama on the temple, followed by Stacks.

“Buck, don’t forget about the meeting with that potential client tomorrow,” Pops voiced.

“Yep,” was my response before I got in my Navigator and left.

***

I had another fight at Vault tonight. It was some amateur shit, but it still brought in money. The night was gradually coming to an end, so I started doing my rounds so I could grab my cut and head the fuck out. On the way to my office, my phone rang. Taking a look, I saw it was Kilo calling.

“Wassup, bro?” I greeted.

“Ain’t shit. Stacks told me y’all started that job,” he spoke in code.

“Yeah. It’ll ready in a week whether it’s done or not.”

“Bet. How’s shit otherwise?”

I gave him the rundown on his businesses. He was in the process of opening a dispensary and I needed to meet with them Thoreau niggas so that we can build that alliance. They had weed farms, and they were just across state lines. That shit would come in handy if we could get our hands in that.

“Aight, aight. Sounds like y’all got shit under control.”

“Nigga, when have we not?” I frowned like he could see me.

“Lincoln?”

“Franklin,” I countered.

“Whatever, nigga. How shit working out with ol’ girl you hired?”

Just the mere reference to Goldie had my dick swelling. She must have some kind of voodoo pussy because I can’t shake this damn girl, no matter how hard I tried.

“Buck!” I heard Kilo calling my name, breaking me from my trance.

“Yeah, nigga. Damn. The fuck is you yelling for? Make me call the warden on yo’ ass.”

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