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“Hello,” I answered flatly.

“Hijo, I’ve been calling you,” she stated.

“I know. My phone was off. What you need?”

“I need you to come to the house so we can talk about this like a family.”

“I’m not trying to do allat right now.”

“I wasn’t asking, hijo. Mueve tu culo aquí antes de que tengamos un problema. ¿Comprendido? (Get your ass here before we have a problem. Understood?)”

“I’m on the way,” I huffed.

“What did she just say?” Daizha questioned.

“For me to get my black ass to the house before she fucks me up,” I laughed, because I knew she would definitely try.

“Can you speak Spanish?” she asked.

“Yeah. We didn’t have a choice. Ma Izzy made sure of that. Jay is more fluent than I am because she started earlier. Shit comes in handy when she’s cursing us out and we need to know how to answer her ass.”

“Say something in Spanish for me,” she asked with a small smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

“Eres todo lo que no sabía que necesitaba. (You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.) The look on her face was one of astonishment.

“What did you say?”

Giving her thigh a squeeze. I told her, “you’ll know when it’s time.”

I headed to Zeus and Isabella’s, and I hope I didn’t end up rearranging her furniture again.

Chapter Fourteen

Demetric

Ipulleduptomyparent’s house and hesitated to get out. Shit sounded funny as hell calling them my parents now, especially after I found out that Zeus was my real pops. Shit was crazy, but I guess it is what it is. I walked in with Daizha’s hand held in mine. That was more so to calm my nerves. When we walked in, the aroma of whatever food that Ma Izzy was cooking hit my nose immediately, making my stomach grumble. I instantly remembered the food I had in the car.

Rounding the corner, I walked into the family room and saw Isabella and Jay sitting down.

“Wassup, y’all?” I spoke. Isabella was looking at me with weary eyes and that shit was tearing me up, so out of instinct I went and pulled her into a hug and kissed her temple.

“I’m glad you came, hijo. We need to talk this out like a family. I know you’re hurt, but you need to hear your father out,” she pleaded. I didn’t answer right away. I walked past Jay and sat on the loveseat and brought Daizha down with me.

“It’s nice to see you again, Daizha. I’m proud that my son found somebody his own age, because I was tired of beating those old perras (bitches) for taking advantage of my baby.”

“Chill. I didn’t do nothing that I didn’t want to do,” I smirked. She hated that I liked older women, but the choice wasn’t hers. Daizha was the exception, though, that I gladly accepted.

“Chico, cállate. (Boy, be quiet.) Daizha, sweetie. Where are you from?” she asked.

“Charlington,” Daizha answered.

“How did you get here?” Before Daizha had a chance to answer, Zeus came walking through the door, but he wasn’t alone.

“You got to be fuckin’ kidding me. This what you brought me here for? If so, I’m out!” Zeus walked into the house and had Juanita in tow. She looked good…she always had, but she still wasn’t shit. I stood to leave, but Zeus speaking up stopped me.

“Son, we need to talk about this,” he said sternly. I looked at this nigga and wanted to rock his shit again. My shit was still sore from yesterday. Reluctantly, I sat back down, and Daizha looped her arm through mine in an attempt to calm me down.

I stared at Juanita, and she had tears streaming down her face and if I hadn’t hated her so much, them shits probably would’ve fazed me.

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