Page 6 of Can't Stop the Love of A Boss

“That’s what happens when you fuck her raw with your dumb ass,” Murder said.

“Man, this shit wasn’t supposed to get this far. Now my pops is all in my ear talking ’bout I need to marry her to make her an honest woman and shit like that,” Pain said.

“Are you sure the baby is yours? I wouldn’t marry shit until I get a blood test,” Murder said.

“What the fuck you trying to say?” Pain asked him as if he had no clue where this was going.

“You know what the fuck I’m saying. You was out here living foul as fuck, and you know it. When you and Nikki started fucking around, you knew she was Law Baby’s cousin. You still had to be a nigga and get a sample of the one pussy that has more miles on it than the starship enterprise,” he said.

“I just got caught up. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Pain said.

“What did you think was gonna happen when you kept fucking her?”

Pain ran his hand down his face three times before looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t mean for this shit between him and Nikki to amount to anything more than a fuck. Yet, here he was with a baby on the way with a known hoe and still loving the hoe’s cousin. He hadn’t heard from his ‘Law Baby’ since that day at the cookout almost six months ago. He had tried to call her, but she had changed her number, blocked him on all her social media, and moved on his ass.

It was crazy because he knew she was still close to the hood, he just never ran into her. His phone started to ring, and he knew exactly who it was.

“What, man?” he answered.

“Is that how you talk to your baby mama? When are you coming this way?” she asked.

“I’m not, why?”

“I think I need to move in with you until the baby is born, so I told my rent man I was moving next month,” she said as if what she was saying made perfect sense.

“Why the fuck would you do that? You better call his ass back and say you was just fucking around,” he yelled.

Pain could see Murder laughing and shaking his head beside him.

“Look, if we gonna be a family, then we should stay in the same house. I’m not raising our child in two separate houses,” she told him.

Instead of arguing with Nikki, Pain just ended the call. He stood to his feet and shoved his hands into the pockets of his not too baggy but not tight jeans. “I’m going to the liquor store. I need a fucking bottle. You gonna walk with me?” he asked Murder.

“I’ll walk with you, but we’re not holding hands, with your gay sounding ass,” Murder said and

laughed.

The longtime friends headed to the door. “I’ll be back. I’m going down here to the liquor spot,” he told the barbers who were busy cutting heads. He knew his friend had fucked up the day he told him that he had broken things off with Law Baby in the first place. “What you gonna do?” Murder asked Pain.

“The fuck if I know. She doesn’t clean, cook, or even know how to have a decent conversation. If we not talking about some bullshit reality TV or some Instagram beef, we have very little to say. Her fucking pussy is killer and the head will put a nigga to sleep. On top of that, she don’t care which hole I fuck or about bringing other bitches home,” Pain said.

“I don’t need to know all that shit. All of that is well and good, but you’re not the only nigga she be doing that shit with. Why you think her asshole and pussy hole so fucking big? Shit, I’m surprised she ain’t said shit about having a three-way relationship. She don’t care what you do as long as she’s a part of it. It’s just funny that out of all the niggas in the hood, young and old, you’re the one she wanna pin a fucking kid on. I’m sure her cum dump ass been knocked up before now,” Murder said, not holding his tongue or sparing any of his friend’s feelings.

“Man, that’s a low blow,” Pain said.

“No, it ain’t. You got with a hoe so y’all could be hoes together without any arguments. You just didn’t think you would be getting ready to have a hoe ass kid running around. You left Law Baby because she was too damn good for you in the first place. Now you want me to sit up here and try to console you because you’ve fucked up, but I’m not,” Murder said.

“You didn’t even fuck with Law Baby like that when I was with her. Now you got a lot of shit to say,” Pain said.

“You’re right, so all I’m gonna say is you fucked up,” Murder said, cutting the conversation short.

The truth of the matter was he liked Law Baby. In fact, he was the one who gave her the name Law baby in the first place. Law Baby was what a nigga like him needed in his life. True enough, he hadn’t noticed what a good catch she was until Pain got with her and started talking about her all the time. Around that time, he noticed what a fucked up individual his boy was. Sleeping with Nikki wasn’t the first fucked up thing he did while he was with Law Baby. He had witnessed some shit that made Murder pray to never have a daughter in the future.

He would try to be nonchalant in the ways he would tell Pain to chill with all the extracurricular shit he was doing back then. His friend always brushed him off, so he left the shit alone. It wasn’t his battle to fight.

“Well, if it isn’t fuck boy and his creepy killer friend,” they heard when they walked into the liquor store.

They both looked up to see Law Baby and Nell looking at them. Murder did like he always did and paid Nell no mind. He wasn’t one to waste time talking to bitches who don’t know how to listen and wanted to be the center of attention. Those were all the things that Nell was as far as he was concerned. He was too busy looking at Law Baby anyway. He hadn’t seen her in a while. She was looking good as a motherfucker right now. That mean mug she had on her face only made him bite his lip to hold the thoughts in his head from coming out of his mouth.

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