Page 1 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
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Jersey
“Jerz, come on! It’s time for me to take you back home!” I called upstairs to my eight-year-old son. That lil’ nigga was bad as shit, but he was the homie. I was a wild, reckless nigga out in these Atlanta streets, but when I had my son, I was on my daddy shit.
“Man, Pops, I gotta go? All she gonna do is sit on the phone and gossip to her hoe ass
friends about you. I’on wanna hear all that.”
“Aye, chill with that cursing shit, nigga. You ain’t grown. Yeah, you gotta go because if you don’t, then I’ll have to hear the shit, and I’m not tryna do all that.” I looked my son in the eye and could tell he wasn’t feeling going back to his mom’s, but he had no choice. If I could have it my way, my son would be with me full-time. Shanna wasn’t having that shit, though. Jerz was her meal ticket, and she wasn’t letting that go.
I locked up the house and ambled to the car with my son dragging along. I hated this shit, but I had to do what I had to doin order to keep shit on a decent wave with his mama. Shanna wasn’t the ideal chick that you took home to your mama. She was ghetto as hell. I met her ass at the club and left with her and her homegirl. That’s right; I fucked both of ’em that night, and somehow Shanna’s ass got pregnant. I still didn’t know how that shit happened, but the paternity test I had to damn near kill her to take proved I was her baby’s daddy. After finding out my son was in fact mine, I moved Shanna out the hood. Don’t get me wrong; I was a hood nigga through and through. I was gonna rep Decatur ’til the day I died. That didn’t mean I wanted my kid to be a product of that shit.
I moved Shanna and my son into a three bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath house out in Druid Hills. Crime rate was so low, you could leave your keys in the car and your house door unlocked. Try that shit in the hood if you wanted to; car was good as gone and all your shit was gone out of your house. Yeah, my son wasn’t living like that.
I pulled into Shanna’s driveway and sucked my teeth when I saw her sister was here. I hated that bitch. She was older than Shanna and went to a community college and thought she was better than everybody else. Bitch got a certificate to be a medical assistant but acted like she was a fucking doctor. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to come answer. Just my luck, Tasha, Shanna’s older sister, was the one to open the door.
“Can I help you?” She asked with her arms folded across her chest and her hip poked out.
“Nah, you can’t. Where Shanna at?” I asked, moving past her, making my way inside with my son in tow.
“Hello to you too, Jerz.” She spoke to my son, who walked right past her ass.
“Hey, Aunt Tasha,” he mumbled, flopping down on the couch.
“Uhm, why are you just walking through here like you live here?” She asked, making me turn on my heels to face her.
“’Cause I pay the bills in this bitch, that’s why,” I snapped. “Shanna!” I yelled. I was already tired of Tasha’s ass, and I hadn’t been here five minutes yet.
“Why you yelling? Damn.” She emerged from the side of the house where her room was located. She came into the living room wearing damn near nothing. Her plump ass was eating up her shorts that looked two sizes too small. A pink Nike sports bra covered her upper body, which still showcased her nipple rings. She stood in front of me, poking her thick ass hip out, waiting for me to give her a response.
“You knew I was bringing Jerz home. Why you ain’t open the door yourself?”
“I was just in the room. You acting like I left the house completely.”
“Yeah, aight. I’m up. I’ll be at his game on Wednesday.” I was headed out, but Shanna stopped me.
“Wait, I need to talk to you about something right quick.” I looked at her sideways because this bitch’s vocabulary wasn’t extensive enough to hold an intelligent conversation. Reluctantly, I followed behind her, and as soon as I stepped inside her room, she shut the door and dropped to her knees.
“Fuck, Shan,” I groaned. My baby mama may have been a ratchet ass ghetto bird, but that fucking mouth of hers was top tier. I should’ve known she was up to some shit when she came out the room half damn naked. I leaned against the dresser and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth wrapped around my dick.
“Suck that shit out, Shan,” I instructed. It never took long for me to nut when she sucked my dick. It was like she was in competition to beat her previous record. In no time, I was shooting my kids down her throat, and she drank ’em all. I looked down at her with hooded eyes, and she opened her mouth to show me my nut before she swallowed.
“Nasty ass.”
“Wait, you leaving?” she asked, looking annoyed.
“Yeah. I got shit to do. I told you that.”
“Nigga, I just sucked yo’ dick, and you not gonna fuck me?” she shrieked.
“Nah. ’Preciate that though. I’ll be back Wednesday.” I left out the room to go find my son before I left. He was in the living room looking at TV.
“Aight, my boy, I’m up. I’ll see you at your game on Wednesday. Aight?”
“Aight,” he said solemnly, and that shit fucked with me every time.
I was almost to my car when Shanna brought her dumb ass outside behind me.
