Page 4 of To Love and Protect
Gramps put his fists up and playfully jabbed at Nico. “Don’t forget who taught you what you know. I’ll still whup ya ass.”
Nico chuckled while Tyree playfully held Gramps back.
“Careful, Gramps. You don’t want to pull a damn hamstring.” Tyree cackled, and Gramps caught him with an elbow to the stomach.
“Keep ya guard up, lil nigga,” Gramps joked before giving them a two-finger salute and carefully making his way through the crowd.
Gramps had everyone’s respect, so the crowd parted like the Red Sea, and a few young niggas even offered to help him to his car. Of course, Gramps refused, but Nico appreciated the gesture all the same. Gramps was a stubborn old man who deserved nothing but the best. If Nico had it his way, Gramps would be retired by now, but he refused. As long as Nico was working, so was he. Nico knew it was only for something to do. Gramps had his own pile of money from his time in the ring. What he really wanted was to keep busy so he didn’t go crazy in his big ass house alone.
“Aight, so it’s a house party over on Lincoln Ave tonight in honor of you. It’ll be plenty of liquor, plenty of tree, and plenty of niggas,” Tyree informed as he ticked off each thing with the flick of his fingers.
Nico finally stood and stretched with a frown on his face. “What about the women, Ree? You know I couldn’t find two fucks to give about some niggas, even if I tried.”
Tyree waved him off. “I’m sure it’ll be some bobble heads there for you too.”
“I don’t know about no bobble heads, but I’ll be there,” a soft voice said from behind Nico.
A grin immediately spread across his face as he eyed his brother, deliberately not turning around. Pussy was always available to Nico, especially after a fight. With his eyes, he spoke to his brother in a way only they could understand. Since Tyree was two and Nico was five, they’d been able to speak without words. It drove their mother insane.
Tyree peeked over Nico’s shoulder, and his eyes bugged out. When he made eye contact with Nico again, his grin slipped.Nico sighed heavily. He knew when he turned around, he would find some bullshit.
Reluctantly, he turned, and he didn’t even try to hide the cringe. He even flinched slightly. “Damn, girl. Where you come from?”
She was busted. Her wig looked like it was placed on sideways and hadn’t been combed for years. Her teeth were crooked. She had terrible acne that left her light skin looking red and irritated, and she was almost as tall as him. Now, Nico didn’t really have a type, but he knew this chick was not it.
“Ellway Projects bred, baby.” She grinned, not ashamed of the state of her teeth, and Nico took a step back with a deep frown.
Tyree tapped on Nico’s shoulder. “She came in with dude you just fought. I think that’s his girl.”
One thing about Tyree, he was loud, and his deep voice carried weight. The woman definitely heard him, and her already red skin blushed furiously. Nico chuckled. That information changed everything, lucky for her. He got off on taking other nigga’s women. ’Cause who was gon’ check him about it? Exactly. Nobody.
Nico immediately put on his charming smile and licked his soft lips. His head throbbed slightly, but he shook that off. He reached his tatted hand out for her to shake. “What’s ya name, baby?”
“Liza.” She looked up at him boldly. Nico chuckled. Shorty had no shame. He wouldn’t fuck her with Tyree’s dick, but he might let her give him some head. It depended though. He didn’t want her crooked ass chompers accidentally skinning his dick.
He peered at her for a long time, contemplating his next move. He could tell she was uncomfortable because she squirmed under his gaze.
“You like that I beat yo’ nigga’s ass?” he finally asked with a straight face.
She looked startled as she glanced behind her. “I . . . uh . . .”
Nico grinned. “Ah, you did.” He slung his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I enjoyed it too. Roll wit’ me to this party, and you can tell me all about how sexy I am.”
Liza giggled nervously, as if she didn’t know what she’d really just gotten herself into. Tyree shook his head as he followed behind his brother and the busted chick who stood no chance with him.
“Po’ tink,” Tyree muttered.
“Aye, what’s that nigga’s name anyway?” Nico asked as they made their way through the crowd.
Shorty threw her head back and giggled like he was Dave Chapelle performing one of his infamous skits. The thing about being him was that mothafuckas fed his ego and had been doing so for a very long time. His head was huge, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER THREE
“Girl, act like you have a fun bone in your body,please,before I throw myself off the nearest bridge,” Isla whined.
Currently, Remedie lay flat on her best friend’s bed, stomach down and face planted into the buttery brown comforter. Her muffled groan caused Isla to huff out a breath.
Finally, Remedie turned her head to the side and peered at her best friend through her curly hair that had flopped into her face. “Do I have to go, best?”
