Page 19 of Too Many One Nights

“The fuck you at?” I could tell he was at the track by the sound of his background.

“Out,” I responded.

“Must be wit’ a bitch. Hit me later, ol’ hoe ass nigga.” He laughed.

“Ya daddy, bitch.” I hung up on him as soon as I saw headlights pulling into the driveway. I grabbed my Glock just in case it was a nigga, because he was definitely losing his life tonight. Stepping out the car, I approached the car just as Goldie got out.

“Buck?” She squinted. “What are you doing here?” she asked with an attitude.

Ignoring her, I stepped around her and headed to the car so I could see who the fuck just brought her home. This shit looked familiar as fuck. When I opened the door, I had my Glock visible. Who I saw had to be a triplet because she looked like Goldie and the woman in the house, just a tad bit darker. She didn’t even acknowledge me before she got out the car.

“Aye, get in the car,” I addressed Goldie.

“Nic, you good?” ol’ girl asked.

“She straight.”

“I’ain talking to you. I’m talking to my sister,” she snapped, all while rolling her eyes and neck.

“I’m fine Mel. I’ll call you,” Goldie responded.

Without saying another word, I opened the passenger door for her, and I’m pretty sure it surprised her because it surprised the fuck outta me. Once I circled the front, I hopped in and pulled off.

“Wait. Where are we going?” she asked. I could tell she was about to panic, and I didn’t need that shit happening on my watch. Especially if she was pregnant, and the kid was mine.

“Aye, chill. I just want to holla at you,” I stated.

“Oh, now you want to talk?” she laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny because when I came to talk to you, you treated me like some random ass hoe,” she sassed.

I chose not to respond because I wanted to take a different approach, but I was itching to mush her fuckin’ head into the window.

The rest of the ride was silent. I didn’t even have the radio on. I needed to be able to hear my thoughts clearly before I talked to this girl. When I pulled up to my building, I parked in my designated spot and headed upstairs with Goldie in tow. I almost took her to my main spot, but I didn’t want to take that chance just in case she was playing me. In the event that she was, it wasn’t like she would live to tell anyone.

“Here.” I handed her off the bag that contained a three pack of pregnancy tests.

“What’s this?”

“Pregnancy tests. Go take ’em.” I stood in front of her with my hands buried in my pockets. My face may have been stoic, but internally I was battling against myself not to fuck this girl up against the nearest wall.

“You didn’t believe me when I told you the first time?” she sassed.

“Nah. I need physical proof, and I didn’t want shit that you saved.”

Rolling her eyes, she took the bag and headed to the bathroom. I hope she didn’t think I trusted her ass that much. I’on care how fine she is. I was standing in there with her and would hold all three of those muthafuckas if I had to.

“Excuse you? Can you step out?”

“Nah. Ain’t like I ain’t seen yo’ pussy before. Do ya thing and hurry up,” I ordered.

After a brief stare-off, she finally took the tests and placed them on the counter before washing her hands. Before she had them dry, all three of those bitches said ‘PREGNANT’. I glanced at her, and she had a soft expression on her face, almost like she was scared. I didn’t even know what to say to the shit, so I said nothing. Instead, I turned around and left. When I say left, I left the fuckin’ building and went to the bike yard where I knew Stacks was. When I told him what was going on, he looked at me like I just told him I fucked his bitch.

“So, you just left her there?” he asked.

“Yeah, nigga. Didn’t I just say that? Keep up.” I frowned.

“You got to be one dumb ass nigga. The fuck you came to talk to me for instead of ya baby mama?” he quizzed.

“We don’t know if her kid is mine,” I countered.

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