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War placed the blunt to his lips once more. He inhaled deeply and felt his lungs burn because he held it in so long.
“If there’s proof…”
“Nothing concrete right now but when I have it…”
“Yeah.”
War was seconds away from ending the call so he could process the information York had given but there was one more thing that needed to be exchanged between the two.
“Let me get you what you need before you make a decision, War.”
Think before you act.
War had never been irrational. He was a thinker. Merritt was the wild one but this situation could turn the tables. York knew his friend well enough to issue a warning. He also knew him well enough to know that it might not fucking matter. This was about Merritt. War wanted retribution.
“I hear you. You be easy,” was how War chose how to end things. He spent the next half hour finishing the blunt to get his mind right so he made the drive across town to deal with his mother and sister with a level head.
He sighed as his thoughts began to balance. Potent and organic was his vice of choice. Alcohol made men stupid. Scrambled their thoughts but the right blend could bring out enough logic to save lives. It also set the stage to take them.
Neece would feel his wrath if she had a hand in what happened to Merritt. War didn’t want to allow his mind to travel down that road because there was a consequence connected to his plan. JoJo. The infant had lost his father.
JoJo had family who would love him enough to fill the void left from not having Merritt and losing Neece if she was the snake War prayed she wasn’t. He would step up and so would his mother and sister who had JoJo at the moment, and were no doubt spoiling him rotten, but the thought bummed War. He couldn’t process having to make the call about whether Neece lived or died.
War managed to drag himself from his thoughts when his phone vibrated with a notification, FaceTime from Kirsten. Knowing she had JoJo he answered, worried that something might have been wrong.
“Yo…”
“Where you at?”
“Out, what’s up? Everything good?”
“Yes, everything is fine, see.” Kirsten’s pretty face left the screen and War was granted a visual of his mother sitting on the sofa with JoJo on her lap. His little limbs were going wild as Grace sang praises about how handsome he was between kissing all over his tiny little face.
“Man, y’all need to stop with that shit. You’re gonna make him soft.”
“That’s not me, that’s her.”
“Nah that’s both of y’all.”
War grinned, shaking his head and raising his voice when he spoke again, wanting Grace to hear him.
“Ma, stop kissing that baby like that.”
“Look at this little face. How can I not kiss all over it.” Grace smiled at her son as sheleaned over JoJo who lay in her lap smiling and cooing from her praise and attention.
“You’re gonna spoil him.”
“So what? That’s what babies are for. Lovin’ and kissing on. If you would give me some grandkids then I could spread this love around. JoJo is all I have so he gets all of my love. Don’t you, JoJo?”
War chuckled as his baby cousin’s jerky limbs moved faster and more spastically.
“You won’t win that argument, War. Don’t bother to try.” Kirsten’s face reappeared on the screen. He chuckled and watched as she moved through the room and filled the spot next to her mother. Both of their faces were telling of how happy JoJo made them.
“Looks like you have a new man in your life and I’m not relevant at the moment.”
“Your ego driven ass is always mad when the world doesn’t revolve and stop on War Gerrad.”
“Depends on who it’s revolving around. But JoJo can get that. That’s my dude. He deserves all the love from the women in this family.”
