Once I got inside, I took a seat in one of the seats in front of Steele’s desk.
“What’s the problem?” he asked as CP walked in.
“I’on know what the nigga’s problem is. I was minding my business when he came charging me like the raging bull he looks like,” I stated with my elbows resting on my knees.
“Nah, the problem is the nigga fucking on my bitch and thinking the shit funny,” he cried.
“Nigga, that sounds like you should have that problem with that bitch and not me.” I frowned at his big ass.
“Aye, cut the shit,” Steele ordered. “Titan, did you know that was his lady?”
“That hoe was not a lady.” I smirked. “But nah... I didn’t.”
“He’s lying!” CP yelled.
“Muthafucka, I maybe a lot of shit, but a liar ain’t never gone be one of ’em. Out of all the bitches I fuck, I’m supposed to know which one is yours? Fuck outta here and off my dick.” I stood to leave because I was over this shit.
“Listen, y’all need to leave that shit here. I bet not see the shit on the field,” Steele warned.
“Yep,” was all I said before I walked out the door, leaving him and that crying ass bitch in there with his feelings.
***
sometime later...
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen my mama, so I was going to lay my eyes on my ol’ girl today. I had her in a nice ass house on the outskirts of the city since she enjoyed gardening. Whole backyard looked like Jody’s mama’s.
When I pulled up, I saw my pop’s truck and wanted to turn around. I didn’t necessarily hate the nigga, but I’ain like that he thought he could come and go as he pleased... stringing my fucking mama along. She told me she was fine with their situation, so I stayed in a child’s place.
I pulled into the gate and parked beside my pop’s Denali pickup I got him for Father’s Day two years ago. I keyed in the code and called out to my parents.
“Ma! Pops!” I yelled. “Where y’all at?”
I walked further inside and didn’t see anybody, so I went to the back, and that’s where I found them all hugged up on the lounge chair sipping wine.
“Y’all need to cut that shit out.” I frowned.
“Boy, hush,” my mama fussed as she sat her glass down and made her way to me. I opened my arms wide to embrace her, but instead, I was met with her little ass hand going upside my head.
“Damn, Ma. What you hitting on me for?” I frowned.
“Why in the hell I see you on social media with yet another random ass hoe, Titan?” she interrogated. “You would think you didn’t have any home training the way you run around here acting,” she continued to fuss.
I took a seat opposite of them and listened to my mama fuss at me like I was eight instead of twenty-eight.
“You need to slow down, son,” she started, this time much calmer. “We don’t want to be back in court for some bullshit.”
She was right. I’ve been in court for everything between assault... rape and paternity. These hoes thought I would just pay them money to be quiet, but I took that shit to trial every single time and won. Every not guilty verdict I got, I countered with defamation lawsuits because I was going to teach these hoes to play with their pussies and not me.
“Man, Ma. I’ain worried about that shit and you shouldn’t either.”
“You need to, though, son. This is your career that these women are playing with, and you don’t want to create that image, whether you’re innocent or not. You can’t give them anything to work with,” my pops input.
“I hear y’all, but that’s not why I’m here. I came to kick it with my mama, and you just so happened to be here, so I guess I get you by default.” I smirked.
“Good, because now y’all can finish making that flowerbed while I go cook.” My mama got up and walked into the house like what she said was law.
“I’ain come here for all that. I got a game next week and can’t be doing manual labor,” I lied.
