Page 12 of I'm So Mega
My attention went back to Ryne bitch ass Senior. “So, Ryne, I am fully aware that they didn’t propose to our daughters. Another thing that I am also fully aware of is the fact that the boys are in the eighth grade on their way to high school. Ryne, do you know what I was doing in the eighth grade? Fucking.” There was silence for a moment. “Let me tell you what else I know when I see, . . . boys who are fucking.”
Ryne’s mother, Nicole, gasped. “No, absolutely not. I can’t speak for Payton, but my son is not.”
A parent in denial was a dangerous thing. When you weren’t able to accept the things that your children could potentially be doing, it left blind spots that could be detrimental to their growth and possibly their safety.
Ned shook his head with a chuckle before he spoke. “Let’s have an honest moment. Ryne, is your son fucking? I don’t need to ask you, Shanti, because your lack of reaction told me what I need to know. Again, Ryne, is your son fucking?”
His wife turned in his direction. Yeah, she wanted to know the answer just as much as the rest of us. The men in the room knew the answer. Ryne looked uncomfortable, but the glare from his wife dared him to lie. “Um, he recently lost his virginity.”
“What! When . . .? Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” Nicole fussed as if the answer really mattered. “Ryne, what the hell!”
“Nicole, chill! This is something that I handle. You handle what goes on with our girls. I got our boys,” Ryne fussed back with his wife. “I had all of the necessary talks with him. He knows how to protect himself.”
I clapped my hands. “Congratulations on being a responsible parent, teaching your son the things he needed to know about sex. Let me ask you this though. What’s going to protect him and that other nigglet from me when I have my brother over there put a hole in his head?” I raised my hand. “I’m not a killer no more.”
Ryne’s face tightened. “Nigga, you’re not gonna threaten my son and think I’m just going to sit here. I’ll fuck you up in your own fuckin’ house, fuck nigga.”
Ruth and Shan gasped, but my mama laughed. She knew what was up. “Yeah, the eating portion of dinner is over,” my mother said.
Click, thud! Click, thud! Click, thud!
In secession me, Samuel and Ned pulled our attitude correctors, put one in the chamber, then set them on the table.Yeah, Samuel fully understands the assignment. I might have to start calling him Pop.“Whose ass you gonna beat, homeboy?”
“Oh, you one of those niggas that think you’re tough shit because you got a gun? Without that gun, you ain’t shit.” Ryne showed no fear, which I respected.
Ruth’s hands waved in the air. “Gentlemen, there is no need to take it this far. I think all we need to do is set some stern boundaries with the kids. They should be fine. Mega, Ned, Pop Samuel, put your guns back where they were.”
I glared at Ryne before I turned to gaze at my wife. Her eyes gave me silent instructions. In those instructions, I heard,don’t embarrass our daughter.I took a breath before I gave silentinstructions to Ned and Samuel to put their guns up. I wanted to laugh at Shanti because her ass sat there unfazed. She hadn’t said anything and continued to eat while everything went on around her.
When we all picked our guns up to put them away, Ryne must have thought he had some juice. He snickered and rubbed the point of his nose. “Yeah, be a good lil boy and listen to ya bit?—”
Boom!Ruth’s hand slammed down on the table before she pushed her chair back with so much force that it fell. She stood to her feet. “No, that is not what you will ever do. Let me tell you something, Mr. Armen. If my husband decides to put a hot one in you, that would be the most humane method that he could offer you. Don’t take this situation lightly, nigga, because if I let his ass loose, you’re going to be sent to the judgment table regardless of how he chooses to handle you.”
Everyone sat there silently. Ruth bucked on this man, in her own little way, to save his life because I was about to lay him down. My baby was mad, and it wasn’t at me, so that signaled my dick to harden. “Damn, Ruth.”
She glared at me for a second before her attention shifted to the other parents at the table. “Nicole, Shanti, and Shan, our men are allowing their pride and ego to lead this conversation. I will take over. Mega, go get the girls and boys.”
My head jerked back. “How I become the do boy?” When she took a step toward me, I chuckled. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me when I finally stood up. My lips went to her ear. “You’re getting so much dick tonight.”
I smacked her ass on my way out of the dining room. When I cut the corner, I ran smack into Matthew and Joseph. I didn’t expect anything less from their bad asses. “What are y’all doing in the hallway? This doesn’t look like the den.”
“Oh, we was just coming to make sure you was good, Daddy. You cool?” Joseph asked me with feigned concern. I couldn’t take him seriously.
“Joesph, don’t play with me. Is you cool? Get back in the den before I handle y’all.” All the kids were watching television. I wasn’t too thrilled with the closeness of the two fuckers next to my daughter and niece. “Aye, y’all come back in the dining room. Matthew and Joseph, stay with Megan.”
There aretimes that I have to reel Mega back in, but there were others that I gave him permission to come off the leash. In no way did I control my husband, nor did he control me. What I did have the capability to do was tame him. There were quite a few people that owed their lives to the God that flowed through me to be able to tame a man like Megatron Loric Manfield.
Was I surprised at how left things went during the men’s discussion? Not really. When I greeted Mr. Armen, he had this macho man thing about him that I knew would be trouble. The Armens weren’t from Coreland. From what Maggie told me, they’d only been here a little over a year. Mrs. Armen was a nurse who moved her to work at the hospital. I wasn’t sure what Mr. Armen did, but I was sure Mega knew.
Mega came back into the dining room with Maggie, Kellie, Payton, and Ryne on his heels. They all sat in their seats. There was no way to not feel the tension in the room. I didn’t sit until Mega sat.
My right leg crossed over my left, and I leaned on my forearms on the table. “Welcome back, teenagers. Here is what is going to happen. Boys, you will come here to meet the girls for the dance. Pop Samuel, do you mind being the chauffeur for that evening?”
Mega’s neck snapped in my direction. “Why you ask him? I can be the chauffeur,” he blurted.
“Right, bro,” Ned added. “She ain’t even ask us. Those our kids.”
Shan’s head slowly turned toward Ned. “She asked him because he’s more levelheaded than you two crazies. That’s why she asked Pop Samuel.”
