Page 36 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“Aye, where that nigga at?” Aiden asked.

“Aiden!” my mama hissed.

“No, he’s right Denise. Where is this nigga?” Robert asked.

“He’s irrelevant. I done whooped his ass and hemmed him up a few times. He knows the next time he won’t be as lucky. Trust me, Daizha is good with me,” Demetric declared.

“Demetric, I can see the love that you have for my daughter, and I appreciate that. I was banking on her coming back home, but I see that’s not happening,” she smirked.

“I didn’t think you would want me to come home, but I will be visiting now.”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she does. I told her I had her back, and I meant that. I can’t love her and not care about her well-being,” Demetric vowed, and he wowed me because he never said that he loved me. I was with Gabe for four years and he never told me that he loved me.

“You never said that you loved me before,” I croaked out.

“You couldn’t tell, shorty?” he had his sleek brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s aight. You know now, and I’ll make sure you never forget.” He leaned over and kissed me and even though I was of age, I was still slightly embarrassed. We finished dinner and went back to my mama’s house. Robert was a nice guy, and he seemed to love my mama and even Aiden. She shared a few stories with Demetric about my childhood and he even disclosed about his, which was surprising. I hated to leave after just getting back, but I promised to come back and visit often. I even told Aiden he could come visit me during the summer and my mama agreed.

Now that we were back on the road, I could breathe normally again. Demetric was quiet while he drove, but he still had a grip on my thigh. Taking his hand into mine, he looked at me and I said what I’ve been thinking for a while. “I love you, too, Meechie.” He smirked at me, calling him the nickname that Jaylen did.

“I know, shorty.”

Chapter Sixteen

Demetric

TakingDaizhatoseeher mama had me thinking heavily about mine. I know I said I had nothing for her ass, but knowing she was sick had me in my feelings. What if something happened to her, and I still had this hatred in my heart? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something like that happened. So, I made up in my mind that I was going to go holla at her once I left my meeting with this nigga, Goon. When I pulled up to the restaurant, Kev was already sitting in his car waiting for me. He got out when he saw me, and we headed inside together.

“Did he say what this shit was about?” he asked.

“Nah. Whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t take all day because I got shit to do,” I voiced.

Once inside, the hostess led us back to the same office we met him in before. He was sitting there with the same nigga, who I learned was his cousin Blaze.

“Wassup, youngins?” he greeted, and I nodded before taking my seat. “I’m gonna make this quick because I got some other shit to do. I just wanted to inform you that I see you lil’ niggas out there working. Shit makes me feel like a proud father and shit. You know them Italian muthafuckas hit me up on the shit you pulled?” He stared at me stone-faced like that shit was supposed to scare me or something.

“What the fuck they callin’ you for? You ain’t my fuckin’ daddy?” I snarled.

“You damn right I ain’t yo’ daddy. I’d break yo’ fuckin’ face if I were for thinkin’ you could talk to me like that. Zeus being too soft on yo’ ass,” he smirked. “Yeah, nigga. I know Zeus ya pops, but we’re not here to talk about ya family tree and shit. I liked how you handled ya self with that situation. I was tired of dealing wit’ them niggas and I sent them to you. I knew they were gon’ try you and I’m proud to say I like you handled that shit. What you do with that extra money?”

“I’on need yo’ approval and I gave the shit to my girl.” This nigga thought just because his name was Goon, I would be scared of his big ass.

“I knew it was a reason I liked you. You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. Check it, though. Watch ya fuckin’ mouth ’fore I crush ya fuckin’ windpipe. Secondly, I like you lil’ niggas, so I’m gonna be sending more muthafuckas y’all way. My wife whining about a nigga not being home much, so if you can handle the shit, then I’ll get shit in motion.” When he finished, I couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Hell yeah, we can handle it. You know how to reach me when it’s time.” I got up to leave, and he stopped me.

“Damn, nigga. You ain’t gon’ thank a nigga?” he snarled.

“For what? I ain’t call you. You’re asking me to take a load off of yo’ shoulders so you’on get in trouble wit’ ya wife and shit. The fuck I’ma thank you for that for?” I cocked my head to the side, waiting for him to respond.

“This lil’ nigga got heart,” his cousin mentioned.

“I’on need no hype man,” I snapped.

“Yeah, I picked the right muthafucka. Get yo’ ass from outta here before I change my mind.” I smirked and left out of the office with Kev in tow. As soon as we got outside, he started his bullshit.

“Aye, next time I’m staying my black ass home. You always going in there acting like you got a death wish,” he complained.

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