Page 59 of His Lucky Blessing

With a busted nose and lip, I managed to get to my phone to call my sister and mama. Why didn’t I call Lucky? Because I knew he was going to go off on me first before he reacted to the situation. My mama was fussing about calling the police and shit but I just wanted to take my ass home. I had cameras set up and when I was comfortable, I was going to look at them but right now I wanted to get this blood off my face.

“Why the fuck was you at the shop? Huh?” I opened the door to a fussing Lucky. He was usually dressed really nice but he was wearing black. Something I had never seen him in.

“I went to go and make some money and my clients needed their hair cut since Perc not there.”

“Does it look like a give a goddamn what yo clients need? I told you to stay yo fuckin’ ass away from the shop until after my son was born. And did I hear you say some shit ‘bout money? Muthafucka, you got the code to all four safes. Ain’t no money issues ‘round this bitch. You were being hardheaded and selfish as fuck. What if they would’ve killed you and my son?” He walked up to me and took a look at my face.

“I’m fine. I have the cameras.”

“Yes, ‘cause of me. I’m moving back in.”

“No hell you’re not.”

“I’m moving back in and I’ll just stay in one of the other rooms. I don’t give a fuck what you say.”

“I don’t need you staying with me Lucky. I’m fine.”

“Deal with it.” I punched the air when he walked away.

“So, nobody in this muthafucka knows who this is?” I threw the pictures at them. “I tell y’all what. I got a quarter mill for whoever bring me back the info. Until then, there will be no movement.”

I ain’t have time for this shit. This drug game was over for me, but since Perc was locked up, I took the shit back over and shut it down. When you start taking food out of nigga’s mouth then they start to move quicker and start talking. No one was happy about my decision but I didn’t care. My wife could’ve lost her life yesterday. Nobody was going to eat until them two muthafuckas that broke in on her were dead.

I shut the warehouse down and chained it up before heading to the hood to make a few collections. I didn’t want any of our product on the streets. After a while the junkies would starttalking when they couldn’t get their fix. My first stop was right down the street from my mother in laws house. It was the same street my pops hung on and I was hoping we didn’t run into each other. I had beef with that nigga for not showing up to the funeral. I hadn’t seen him since we had dinner with Blessyn them and we confronted him.

“Hey son,” his voice made me hot. I threw the bag in my trunk and slammed it down.

“Don’t address me as that. You lost your right to that shit a minute ago.”

“Oooh, you think you big and bad now ‘cause you done locked the streets down ‘bout your wife.”

“Nigga don’t mention my wife either,” I stepped closer to him.

“She was my daughter for years. I can do what the fuck I wanna do. You and Perc better respect who the fuck I am. The streets know y’all ‘cause of me.”

“Fuck you, nigga. I made a name for myself and so did Perc. All you ever did was stood yo ass up her and drank beer and play dominoes. Respect me nigga, and back the fuck away from my car.”

“Y’all gon’ need me one day you betta pray I’m here.”

“Yeah, nigga I hope you ain’t.” I got in my car and peeled off.

Since I moved back in with Blessyn yesterday she was adamant about not talking to me and shit. She had her space and I had mine. We only spoke when we had to. This morning, she was downstairs when I was getting ready to leave. I spoke to her and rubbed her belly until she knocked my hand off of her. It didn’t matter what we were going through, I wasn’t leaving her ass alone. She was my wife and there wasn’t another woman that could take her place. I laughed at her just to piss her off before leaving out to handle my business for the day.

When I returned home for the night, the smell of Italian food hit my nostrils as I shuffled through the house with duffel bags full of money. I headed to the kitchen instead of my hiding place first because I wanted to see what Blessyn was cooking. She could throw down in the kitchen and it was one of the many things I missed about being under the same roof as her.

“It smells good as fuck in here. What are you cooking?”

“I wanted some pasta so I made some and ended up making too damn much so you can have some.”

“Only if we eat together at the table like we used to,” I told her.

“You pushing it.”

“It’s just dinner. What the hell can happen that fast?”

“Aight, it will be ready in a few minutes I’m waiting on the bread.”

“Bet. That gives me time to put this money up.”

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