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Seren didn’t know what the hell she wanted to do. I couldn’t wait until I signed to the NFL, so that I could really spoil my sister the way that I wanted to, and her ass didn’t have to work.
We eventually pulled up to this wing spot in Tally that my pops swore had the best wings in town. It was a hole in the wall kind of spot, so he might know what he was talking about. I just wanted a night out with my old man, where I didn’t have to get recognized, so I pulled the hoodie over my head, as I followed him into the spot. The second we were inside, we were greeted by the hostess, who took us to the back, walking us over to a booth. My pops sat on one side, and I sat on the other. The whole time, my phone was vibrating in my pockets.
“Ima use the restroom right quick. If the waitress come, order me a Bud Light,” my pops let me know, and I nodded my head.
He got up, and left, and that’s when I pulled my phone out, looking at it, seeing that my baby mama was hitting me. I answered the phone, putting it to my ear.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“I’m about to leave the shop. I’m on my last head. Who is Toby?” she asked me, and the second she asked me that shit, I swear my heart dropped to my fuckin stomach.
“Why? What happened? Why you asking me about that nigga?” I fired off question after question.
“Because he’s here. I don’t know him, but he seems cool. He told me to tell you that he’s been calling you,” she said, sounding oblivious to what the fuck was going on here.
“Ay, are you cool? Use your motha fuckin brain, Promise! You knew I had a fuckin game tonight bruh! That don’t seem odd to you that a nigga telling you that he’s been calling me, knowingthat I was on the field, playing? Where the fuck is Romy? You got her in the shop with you?” I barked at her.
“Why the fuck are you screaming at me, Rico! Yes, I have Romy. She’s right here, but she’s in her stroller, and she’s sleeping. What the fuck is going on?” she screamed.
Hearing her say that my daughter was in the shop with her had me sweating. I wasn’t sure the amount of money that Rico lost tonight, but I’m sure that it was a lot. He always bet big. Last night, he sent me over his predications, and I did everything opposite tonight of what he had predicted. This nigga just pulled up to my baby mama’s salon, where my daughter was, and I felt like I was going to pass out at any second. I knew why he was there. That wasn’t a friendly visit.
“Ay, Ima ask you something, and don’t make this shit obvious. Just say yes or no. You got your gun on you?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Where is it?” I wanted to know.
“Right here. In my purse,” she casually said it, making her voice sound normal, working with me, trying not to draw too much attention.
“That’s that nigga on the phone? Let me holla at him,” I heard Toby’s voice in the background.
There was a bunch of shuffling with the phone, and I could hear Promise yelling for him to stop, and that made me stand up out of my seat, phone glued to my ear, trying to find out what the fuck was going on. I was seven hours away from them, and I felt like shit in this moment. I felt helpless.
“I don’t know why you did that Rico. That was foolish as hell of you. I lost a lot of money today nigga,” his voice taunted me.
“Ay nigga, leave my daughter, and my baby mama the fuck alone. Whatever money you lost today, I’ll wire that shit to you,” I let him know.
“That’s not how that works, my man,” and like that, the call disconnected. My dad came back to the table, and his eyes were on me, looking at me with pure confusion.
“We gotta go,” was all I said to him, and I rushed out of the restaurant.
The only thing that was on my mind right now was my daughter. If that nigga did something to my daughter, I can’t even begin to think what I would do. Whatever dreams of football that I was chasing would be over because I knew for a fact that I would be going to prison for murder. I would without a doubt kill that nigga if he harmed my child.
Chapter 20
Tavion ‘Tank’ Briggs
Everything Unraveled
“Iwas a cute ass baby. If I show you my baby pictures right now, I bet you stop taking your birth control pills. You going to see my baby pictures, and want to give me one,” I talked shit to Dionne, as we were sitting in the living room area at my mama’s crib.
A few seconds ago, a Pampers commercial came on, and they showed some cute babies on the screen. Dionne started cooing over the babies, saying how cute they were, and I made a comment to her, telling her how I looked better than all those babies when I was a kid. Of course, she talked shit back, just fuckin with me, pulling my card, saying how I was probably ugly. Here I was, defending myself, letting her know that I was adorable.
“I actually want to see your baby pictures,” she responded, taking her eyes off the screen, and she looked over at me.
It was Saturday night, and I just wanted to get Dionne out the house. We went to the movies this evening, and we were about to head to dinner, but my mom called me, asking me what I was doing, and when I let her know that I was with Dionne, and we were going to dinner, she offered us to come to her crib becauseshe cooked. I asked Dionne if she was cool with it, and she told me that she didn’t mind, so here we were.
All this shit was new to me. In the past, if I was with a chick, and my mama called me, offering me to come over, I probably would have turned my mama down, or told her that I would come over once I was finished hanging with who I was with. That shit felt natural for me to pull up to my mama’s crib with Dionne. The two of them really clicked and got along. So much so that when we arrived at the house, Dionne had been in the kitchen with my mama for the longest, helping her finish with dinner, talking with her, getting to know each other, while I was in the living room, chilling, watching TV.
