Page 63 of Always Been You
“It will be over soon. What plans do you have today?” I said, trying to change the subject.
“You know what I’m saying, baby. Not just this house, but what about MJ? He misses his mother. He keeps asking about her, and I don’t know what to tell him.”
“Don’t tell him shit,” I snapped. She cocked her head to the side so fast I thought her neck was about to snap off. She was all of 5’3, but she walked up to me like she was seven feet tall and lit into my ass.
“Now you wait a damn minute, boy. I know you are hurt, and I have been giving you a pass these last few days to work through that. Make no mistake about it, I am your mother, and you will not be raising your voice at me like you’re crazy. You are mad, and I get it, but being a parent requires you to look beyond that. No matter how much you love MJ, he will still desire to have his mother in his life. At the very least, let him see her under certain circumstances. You lost yo’ damn mind. Just because you're old enough to fuck doesn’t mean you're too old to get knocked the hell out, boy!”
“Uh… good morning.” I heard Dyami’s voice say from the doorway of our room.
“Hey, baby,” my mom said brightly, like she didn’t just threaten my life. She went to Dyami, kissed her cheek, andwalked out of the room to give us privacy. Mom’s ass still didn’t play, and she had just laid something heavy on me.
“You okay?” Dyami asked me, approaching. I kissed her lips as soon as she got within arm's reach.
“I will be. I wanted to make sure I was here when you woke up to feed yo’ fat ass.” I teased, looking down at her. She was so beautiful. Her brown skin had natural radiance, those sexy brown eyes spoke to me every time I looked into them, and her lips were the softest place on earth. She probably thought she looked a mess with her hair tied up on top of her head, but she was so fine to me. I loved the fact that she was wearing her natural hair more lately. I’m not one of those extremely picky niggas, whatever looks good I can get behind. It’s just different when you can touch and pull on your woman’s hair while you are digging her out. I love being limitless in how I can be with her.
“Stop before you burn the food. Plus, I need a break since you tried to act crazy with me all night.”
“Fuck you mean? I’m getting my shit whenever I want. Tell me I’m not.” I hiked my eyebrow, and she blushed. I finished cooking the food and set our plates before us at the island. We both pulled up our stools and sat. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it. It was something she did when there was a lot on her mind.
“Talk to me.”
“How much money do you have?”
Her question brought a laugh from me. I thought she wanted to talk about something serious. Her question caught me by surprise. It did have validity, though. Even when I was younger and just starting to hustle, I couldn’t imagine being on this level.
“Money ain’t everything, baby.”
“I know that, and you didn’t answer my question. I just need to know what I’m getting into. I want to walk in with my eyes open to everything. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I made all over again. If you want me to be here and to continue to be with you, I need to know everything,” she dropped her fork and got serious with me. She pressed her lips in a straight line and peered into my expressionless face. My first response was never to show my hand. It was my basic instinct, but what I was trying to do with her made me understand I had to give her some latitude.
“Let’s just say we are set for life. Not just me, butus.”
“How many houses do you have?”
“Four.”
“How many women have been to these houses?”
“Damn you the FBI?” I said through a laugh.
“Nigga, how many?” She cocked her head.
“Look, these houses I have are for protection. Sometimes I sell what I have and buy new ones. I don’t lay at the same place for too long. No one has been here besides you.”
“I see you said here so other bitches have been to the other ones, huh?”
“If you are asking me, have I fucked other women before, I’m sure you know the answer is yes. Come here,” she hopped off the stool, rounded the island, and stood between my legs. I gazed at her. She was so fuckin’ beautiful. “I’m not worried about my past. I haven’t touched any other woman since we've been together, and I have no desire to. I care about yo’ pretty ass. I always have. Plus, that pussy satisfies me, and you haven’teven felt all the things I want to do to it. If you worried about anything, be worried about that.”
“Y’all asses always being nasty! I guess y’all didn’t torture us enough last night.” I looked up and saw Chante come into the kitchen with Chubby. I was happy they were here, too. I wanted to make sure I kept a close eye on everyone around me. Chante was my baby’s best friend, and I knew Dyami needed all the support she could get. Chubby was also getting serious with her. I hadn’t seen him be with a chick constantly since his ex.
“I know you not talking the way you and Chubby have this whole house rockin’! Y’all asses be humping like rabbits,” Dyami sassed.
“Hell yeah, we do!” Chante laughed, and they slapped five. Chubby and I just looked at each other as our women went back and forth.
We had a few runs to make for the restaurant, and I just made a snap decision to take them with us. The restaurant took a hit because only one of us could be there. Mainly me, because I was out trying to seal shit up. Chubby came a few times, but he complained heavily about shit not being right in the kitchen with his absence. We would settle everything back in order and get back to business.
Dyami would enjoy coming out, I’m sure. I know they were tired of being confined to the house. They both took time off work and were due to go back in a few days. I would keep a detail on both of them until I got the situation settled. Until then, we would have to move carefully, and they would be under a watchful eye. I kept a constant lookout for Kole, but so far he hadn’t shown up.
“Aye, get dressed. Y’all rolling with us today,” I commanded.
