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“Nope it was his brother, Monkier Afron.” Johnson pulled a photo from the file and sat it on the table in front of me. “So that’s why I asked you if you have beef with the Afron siblings. He is one of four. You have Miles, Monkier, Joy the oldest Sosa.” With each name, he sat down a mugshot for the corresponding sibling. When I saw the third one I recognized her immediately, this was the manager of Canez. Before I could speak, Gauze was gripping my hand and pointing to the photo of the last name he said, Sosa.

“That’s the guy from my building. He told me his name was King.”

Kasair

A Few Days Later

I swear I was tired as fuck, but I promised my baby mama and Mel that I’d bring home pizza after Quari and I took care of business earlier. He said he had some shit to tell me, but I forgot to ask after we finished handling business. Now here my simp ass was in this overly crowded ass establishment waiting on a fucking pizza that I had no taste for.

“See this is respect, walking up on a nigga in broad daylight instead of showing up to his home out of the blue.”

I looked up from my phone and this nigga Gotti was sitting across from me. A chuckle escaped my lips. “You still on that shit, fam?”

“Hell yeah, but I ain’t even gonna trip on it. I need to spit with you about something different.”

I glanced over at him and nodded for him to continue.

“Look, I know you don’t owe her shit, and I get that but can you at least talk to her for me? She fucked up and I?—”

“Nah, you don’t because she was there for you, but she left me with a motherfucker who only tolerated me.”

He nodded his head.

“Like I said you ‘ont owe her shit. But if you can find it within yourself, just talk to her.”

Instead of lying down my own experiences and feelings about my mother to him, I nodded my head and allowed him to slip me the piece of paper with her name and number on it. I definitely wouldn’t promise him anything because when it came to my mother I was done for. I had gotten though all the shit I went through without her, so what the fuck did I need her for now?Not a damn thing!

Once they called my name and I got to my car, I wasn’t surprised to see Quari calling me. He was one of those niggas that never slept because he was always up thinking about random shit.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“We gotta discuss some shit.” He didn’t sound right.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Clay Afron.”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked confused just as my other line started to beep. I looked down and it was Mazzier. Instead of clicking over, I merged the calls.

“I don’t know but whomever he is?—”

“Pull up on me, you and Quari.” Mazzier demanded.

“Hell nah, y’all gotta come here. I ain’t finna hear this girl’s mouth about leaving her with the baby. She finally went the fuck to sleep too,” Quari whispered harshly.

It took everything in me not to laugh at this man. I mean I had literally just watched him fold a motherfucker up but he was afraid of his fiancé. “Bitch ass, but you gotta gimme a second. I’m dropping food off to lil’ bit and Mecca.”

“Bet.”

Once we all hung up, I sped my ass home. I knew for a fact Mecca’s nutty ass was about to be on that argue shit, especially because I was about to leave right back out of the door. My baby tried to be understanding and laid back, but it wasn’t in her nature. She stayed at an eight out of ten twenty-four seven and a nigga got used to it. The moment I walked in the door, I glanced at the TV. Mel was watching that YouTube shit again, while Mecca was in the bedroom playing that City Girl shit. She must’ve heard the door open because she walked her ass into the kitchen still rapping along withPussy Talk. I watched he hop on the counter and open the box as she dug in.

“Mel, c’mon baby.” She called out while she stuffed her face.

I shook my head before washing my hands to dig in the extra order of hot wings that I’d ordered. She loved Sal’s pizza, but I couldn’t see what the fuck she saw in it. The crust was overcooked and the cheese was always salty. “I gotta run back out.”

I felt her glare the moment I said that. I probably should’ve worded it differently. “Why?”

“To handle something with Quari and ya brother. I shouldn’t be long.”

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