Page 74 of He Thugged Me First

“I’ll give ‘em all their walking papers.” I said with finality.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t, but you know I love you enough to get my shit together and never let something like this happen again.”

It didn’t take longfor us to finish our couples therapy session and now we were on the elevator and she looked too deep in her thoughts.

“I meant all that I said, Gayze.”

She turned around and looked at me before nodding her head in agreement. “I know you did.

I reached out and pulled her into me before kissing her forehead. “You drove here or walked?”

“Walked, I needed the?—”

“Take a ride with me.” I demanded as the elevator opened.

She nodded her head, and we walked off the elevator toward where my car was illegally parked. I opened her door for her, before going over and getting in on my side. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch or anything, but this felt so right. All of this felt like it was how it was supposed to be.

I drove toward the local pub that Johnson asked me to meet him at and parked in the parking lot. “I need to meet somebody, Imma be quick then we can do whatever you wanna do today until it’s time for me to pick up Mel.”

She looked up from her phone and nodded. Once we were both out of the car we walked into the Pub and took a seat in a booth closer to the door. “Who is that nigga you been giving ya time to?” I asked peering at her as she looked down at the menu.

She never looked up at me. “It isn’t that deep. He lives in my building, we went on a few dates.”

I nodded my head. “It ain’t that deep, but you let him meet Dolly.”

“That wasn’t in the plans, she and I were on our way to close on a house when I got a blowout. He offered to come change the tire and we ended up going to dinner.” She explained.

“Well hit that nigga up and let him know he doesn’t need to change anymore tires.” I mugged her momentarily.

“Better question, how did you know where I was?” she peered at me with a questioning glare.

“None of ya fucking business, I found you though.” I wasn’t about to give up my source, never knowing when I needed her again.

“Then how did you know about dinner with Dolly? She persisted with the questions.

“Because I knew, damn.” I shook my head.

“Been a while.” I heard Johnson’s voice before I looked up at him. He smirked before taking a seat. “I thought you were leaving the game.”

“That’s until I looked up and had a nigga I knew nothing about coming for my head.” I cut my eyes from him to Gayze. “Johnson this is my lady, Gauze. Gauze this tight suit wearing motherfucker is my cousin on my rotten ass mama’s side.”

Gayze nodded toward Johnson as he did the same to her.

“What you got for me, Johnson?”

“Well from the picture you sent me a lot. Do you know Clay Afron?”

“Nah I don’t, should I?” I raised an eyebrow resting my hand on Gayze’s exposed thigh. It was damn near cold as fuck out here, but she was wearing a jean skirt. We’d definitely talk about this later and I didn’t give a damn if she was wearing a long jacket also.

“I mean yeah, considering the fact that he is your brother’s father.”

“What brother?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. I was tired of hearing about a brother I had never seen.

“About a year before you, your mother had a son. His name is Miles Afron and she signed all of her parental rights over to the father. Miles Afron is the son of Clay Afron. Allegedly Afron ran the blocks before he went down for some hard time in the nineties. However it went, he maintained custody of Miles. I don’t know who raised them, but according to the court documents, Afron was released from custody six months ago.”

“So was that Miles that I sent you a picture of?” I was confused at this point.

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