Fuck Bahati up (TBD)
Get my fucking daughter
Get Bahati’s arm fixed
Get to know my daughter (DOING)
Figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with Solana
Leave the mob entirely ormarryBahati orSolana
Get DNA test
Spend time with my daughter (DOING)
Tell my mama about Shya
Keep Solana in real nigga rehab until she clean
Get SECOND DNA test
Check on Bahati’s apartment
Don’t fuckUriahANYBODY
Get to the root of Shya’s constant crying
Get THIRD DNA test or say fuck it
Marry Bahati IF she is innocent
Chapter 20
Pearla
“So, you mean to tell me, you wouldn’t fuck Chris Brown?” Blayke asked as we all sat on the sectional, nursing wine coolers.
Gallery had carried in two cases that he’d bought off the street, and we’d been tearing into them. Glee was the only one not indulging because she was breastfeeding. Her mom had taken the baby to meet Glee’s dad, so she wasn’t with us today, and although Mahzeyah verbalized she was missing Baby Leader every five minutes, Italian was the one with the attitude as if no one should be enjoying themselves without Baby Leader being here. You’d think he was the father and Mahzeyah was the mother with the way they’d been carrying on today.
Having a friend with a baby was a different experience for all of us. Glee was so sweet and smart, and she was so pretty and petite. She was the girl you wouldn’t think had had sex, let alone would have a beautiful little baby girl. Lately, Baby Leader had been the best part of my days when I was with the crew. If she could talk, I knew she would tell all of us to get the fuck up out of her face. We were forever playing hot potato with pretty little Baby Leader.
“Bitch, hell no!” Bella frowned.
She had her laptop propped on her legs, her phone in one hand, and her wine cooler in the other. None of us were old enough to drink. Bella was the oldest of us, going into her sophomore year of college, and Italian and his boys weren’t old enough to be smoking or shooting dice, but they were down in the basement doing both.
“Chris Brown! Y’all all lying! I know I’m not the only one who would take him down!”
“Uh…” Mahzeyah took a sip from her cooler. “I think you are, Blayke. I mean, Chris Brown is attractive, I give him that. But the nigga is like my daddy age. Ew.”
Mahzeyah shook her head before taking another sip of her drink. She didn’t have cheer practice today, so instead of being in her uniform, she was in an orange Alo skort with the matching tank, looking so cute. Her gold Bottega sneakers were somewhere along our feet, being that she kicked them off before getting comfy on the sectional.
“And Ezio look identical to the nigga. It’s hard to look at Chris Brown and not see Ezee.” Bella gagged. “Saying I’d fuck him feels too much like…incest.”
Bella cut her eyes at me. I was on my third wine cooler and was feeling a slight buzz, so it took a while for me to catch on. When I did, I grabbed the decorative pillow beside me and launched it.
“Girl, fuck you! Y’all better fall up off my sister and her fiancé! They arenotrelated.”
Everyone burst out laughing, including Glee and Blayke. We’d run down most of the family drama because we didn’t want them to feel left out when we threw jabs at each other. We’d left out the mob stuff we knew about and me catching those bodies months ago to avoid incriminating ourselves and our people, butthey pretty much knew everything else. Glee took it all in stride, and that damn Blayke was fascinated.
