Page 4 of Juke
“You in here practicing for when I get in that ass?” he chortled loud as fuck, like he was funny.
“Yo’ pussy ass would say some shit like that. That’s why you hate a nigga so bad? You wish it was you choking on my dick instead of yo’ sister?” I frowned.
“The fuck you just say, nigga?” he growled taking a step forward.
“Do me a favor, pussy?” I urged as I took a step closer to him. “I’ll do this shit for free and give yo’ drunk ass mama a reason to have a fish fry this weekend.” I stared this nigga down to let him know I wasn’t playing with his ass. It took a few moments, but his bitch ass bowed down.
“This shit ain’t over, Juke,” he threatened.
I didn’t even render a response because I already issued my warning. He wasn’t getting another one. I was ready to go now. This nigga came in here and fucked up the energy, so I packed up and left. I told my cousins I would get with them later when we met at our grandparents’ house for Sunday dinner. Our grandma cooked dinner every Sunday and expected us to be there unless we couldn’t be. It’s been like that since we were kids, and one thing I didn’t do was piss Cheryl Lawson off. I went home to shower and catch a quick nap, but not before setting my alarm. I was serious about not pissing my granny off, plus after that workout and this nap I was gone be hungry as fuck.
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I almost slept through my alarm, but I got up just in time to throw on some sweats and a shirt and head across town to my grandparents’ house. I got there just in time because I almost caught a smack to the back of my head.
“You better had walked yo’ big ass through that door, or I was gone light yo’ ass up,” my granny fussed as I walked inside and joined them in the dining room. I hugged her first and kissed the top of her head before doing the same to my mama.
“Come on, Granny. You know yo’ favorite gone be on time… every time.” I smiled.
“And who said you were the favorite?” My cousin Ciara asked with her pretty face all frowned up.
“I did. You got here last. Nobody cares about you.” I joked.
“Granddaddy,” she pouted like she always did. She was the only girl, so she had our granddaddy wrapped around her finger.
“Leave my baby alone.” He pointed his finger at me. “You know you’re my favorite, baby girl.” He coddled her as usual.
“Well, just fuck us, huh?” Deion frowned.
“Deion!” his mama fussed.
“Don’t tell him nothing, Angie. He won’t be satisfied ’til I knock them mop strings out of his head.” Our grandma was still considered young at sixty-five. She was recently retired and had enough time on her hands to keep us in line. She was barely five feet tall but would knock the shit out of us without even trying. Nobody could fuck with Cheryl Lawson, not even the six-foot nigga she was married to.
I chopped it up with my family like I do every week. It was shit like this that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
“Nephew, word on the street is that Boom is wanting re-match. Said the fight wasn’t fair.” I scoffed, not even wanting to acknowledge that shit.
“Yeah, aight.” I chewed my food. “I just saw that nigga this morning at the gym and let his ass choose between an open or closed casket. That nigga is the least of my fuckin’ worries—ouch!”
“Curse at my table again, Rashad, and I’ll be in the front row crying over your body like I wasn’t the one who put you there. Y’all gone stop playing with me.” Granny fussed.
“Right, Rashad,” Deion picked.
“Y’all wild,” MJ started.
“Oh, Junior, you ain’t off the hook either. When were you gone tell me Robin was pregnant?” We all stopped and looked, and this nigga didn’t even look shocked.
“Nigga, you ’bout to have a baby and ain’t say sh—nothing?” I asked.
“You lil’ sneaky ass nigga,” Deion called out.
“Man, Granny. We weren’t gone say anything until she got out of her first trimester. Ain’t wanna jinx it after the last time.” MJ and Robin suffered a miscarriage a few years ago, so I understood them not wanting to say anything.
“Ahh, I’m gone be an auntie?” Ciara yelled.
“Yeah, man,” MJ confirmed.
“Congratulations, son.”
