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“What’s up? What’s wrong with my baby?” he asked out of concern. Even though she wanted to be mad, she couldn't. She loved the fact that Rhyot was so caring when it came to her daughter. She also couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips.
“Damn, no sweet talk for Nyelle, huh? She's okay, just a little hungry and probably tired. Which is crazy because I fed her right after her nap before we left. I even gave her a fruit snack and juice on the way here.”
“Wait, hold up, beautiful… In my car?” he asked for confirmation.
“Yes, Rhyot, in your car. Where else is she supposed to eat?”
“It’s cool. She better not have stuck nothing to my seats or we got beef,” he joked and started laughing, which caused her to join in.
They made small talk as the girls exited the mall. “Hurry up and get your ass back here. I miss y’all.”
“You lying?” she asked, trying to feel him out. This shift would definitely take some getting used to.
Rhy responded, confusion all in his voice. “Now why would I do that?”
“I don’t know…”
“Exactly and neither do I. Now drop Neeya nosy ass off and come on,” he said, not giving her a chance to protest before he hung up. Ny was lost for words in a good way.
“Alright, let’s hurry this up. I gotta get home to my man.”
“Y’all make me sick already,” Neeya commented, sliding into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, whatever. You know you love us.”
Chapter
Eight
It was justafter one p.m. and D-Ville was already live. It was the day of the block party and it seemed like everyone in the projects popped out to show their respect for what DP was doing for their community. The music boomed so loudly you could feel it in your chest. The smell of grilled food lingered in the air and had Ny’s stomach rumbling. Ny had taken a hot shower after getting dicked down by Rhyot again that morning.
She rocked a white halter top and light blue, high-waisted jean shorts that made her ass round out perfectly. In Rhy’s words, “That ass perfect, baby.” Her gold hoops, bangles, and anklet complemented her look and she also wore white Nike low tops and a Marc Jacobs mini leather bag she had been dying to pop out in since she bought it.
Rhyelle wore an almost identical fit that was more age appropriate and Rhyot wore a slightly oversized white tee, tan cargo shorts, white Nike low tops to match his Crescent Falls Badgers snapback. The diamonds he rocked were statement pieces. The main attraction being Chop’s AK-47 chain.
Rhyot, Nyelle, and Rhyelle showed up dressed to impress. Rhy held Nyelle’s hand and carried Rhyelle in his other arm. They looked picture perfect, complementing one another. Notonly that, he was making a statement. Nyelle was his girl, Rhyelle was his as well, and they were a family unit. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Of course, like he already knew, the whispers started but he was unfazed by it all. Though he was once a Bedford Boy, which caused some of the younger DPs to look at him sideways, on the strength of his Aunt Emma, there wasn’t any beef nor animosity.
Rhyot moved like he was that nigga because to a lot of people he was—strong, bold, fearless, unapologetic as fuck. Rhy was a rare breed and he didn’t have to go around telling people.
Nyelle on the other hand held her chin up. She had not been in a relationship for a long while. So when Rhyot came back into her life, it was like a breath of fresh air. A man doing for her and her child without having to ask. Rhyot made it his sole responsibility to ensure she and Rhyelle were happy and at peace. Anything aside from that, someone was getting a bullet.
Rhy dapped up a few DPs as they made their way through the block party. They now stood outside of the bounce house as Rhyelle played inside.
“You good?”he asked, turning his head so his undivided attention was on Ny.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” She offered a smile then stood on her tippy toes to kiss his lips also being mindful of her sneakers creasing.
“I’m just making sure,” he responded before dipping his head and pecking her lips twice. Once again, eyes were on them.
Their moment would be short lived due to someone bumping Ny so hard from behind that her body crashed into Rhyot’s hard frame.
“Excuse fucking me!” she exclaimed as she turned around and came face to face with Rhy’s ratchet ass ex, Leah.
Leah stared hard at Ny and Rhy like their whole presence disgusted her. “Oh so this is the type of timing that we on?” she sassed, crossing her arms under her breasts and pursing her lips. She had a few friends with her and was trying to show her ass, clearly tipsy.
“I know you ain’t just fucking push me.”
“And the fuck did? Y’all muthafuckas weird and that’s another reason why I never bought that best friend shit,” she snapped, eyes locked on Nyelle.
