Page 8 of A Beast Captured My Heart

“I’m trying to give the lil nigga more responsibilities. He always bitching about how I let you and Gunna do more and not him. That was strike one though. We got Vegas to worry about. Plus, I need you over some other shit while I get my hands into real estate.”

I really appreciated Stone. He was as solid as they come. No questions asked.

“I see you getting serious about that Meshalay chick.”

I saw a lot of women weekly but for the past year, he’s been on some one-woman shit. I must say at times, I envied it. We stayed busy on a day-to-day basis. Stone always made time for his woman though. A small part of me wished I would’ve handled Nia how he handled his chick. When it came to leisure time, all of us would get together and pop bottles. Stone would either call his chick and make her come hang with us or leave and have his alone time with her. While we were under hoes, he was under his woman. It made me look at him in a different light.

“Yea I love shorty. She’s a real good female.”

Even when he talked about her, his voice got happy. I laughed and shook my head as my phone rang. It was my nigga Gunna. He always called on FaceTime and the shit annoyed me. I gave the phone to Stone to answer since I was occupied driving. Once he answered, I started talking shit.

“Why you always FaceTiming me like you my bitch or something?”

“Nigga shut the fuck up and pull that G-string outcho ass! Got ya cry baby ass brother calling me like he’s my bitch telling me how he’s done with us!”

I looked at the phone then back at Stone and all three of us fell out laughing. Teflon was a sensitive ass nigga. His sensitivity was the main reason why I didn’t want him involved in our shit. He begged and pleaded and kept trying to prove himself. Me being his big brother, I let him in. I’d rather him be under me than the next nigga. We were raised totally differently. My mom was dependent on me most of my teenaged years leaving her to spoil Tef’s ass like crazy. He was a sheltered kid while I was a street hustler.

“That nigga will get over it. Stay out in Cali for a couple more days to make shit is going smooth on his end. When he gets out his feelings, come back up to Vegas. We got some major plays going down my boy.”

“Blooooood! I ain't about to be babysitting this nigga too long. We all know the codes to this shit. Ain’t no cuts and sympathy, even for family.”

Nodding my head in agreement, I realized that I might just have to cut Teflon’s ass off. Even my small runners never ran into hiccups. Every time I had to get involved or clean some shit up, was always because of Michael Jr. Teflon hated when anyone referred to him as that, but that’s exactly how he was acting. Like his bitch made dad.

“I hear you champ and it's definitely noted, blood.”

Leaving the topic alone, we chatted about other shit. We talked shit to each other and laughed about the stupid shit Quanna’s ghetto ass did at the club then the conversation took a turn.

“Say, man, I noticed when we were at the club, you had your eye on your new bodyguard, Kayori. I was gon’ smash shorty but I see you like her.” He teased and I got tight immediately.

“Nigga, she's free game. I don’t mix business with pleasure. I was watching her because she gon’ be working with my kid. I already stuck Don on her.”

“Yea ok blood. That’s what ya mouth say! Aye Stone? Let’s make a bet! Two months top and that nigga gon’ be head over heels with shorty. Shit gon’ cause a stupid beef with Don. You know big girls got magic pussy! Don ain't gon’ want to come up off that shit.”

Stone laughed as I rubbed the back of my neck. I want her, she’s pure. She is just what we need. That was the first time that voice said some positive non-evil shit.

“Bet fifty grand it will be less than a month nigga!”

I looked at Stone in shock as he chuckled low and smoked the blunt I sparked.

“Nigga give me the blunt and y’all shut the fuck up!”

They had me fucked up placing bets on me. Kayori was a cool chick but she wasn’t my type. I didn’t date plumped girls. Not saying I wouldn’t, but I kept shit professional. Especially when it came to my legal business. She was on my payroll and I didn’t plan on putting her on my dick. Women tended to get nutty over me without me trying to make them that way. I never lead them on they just got crazy because they were dick-crazed.

“I ain't worried about that girl trust me. You niggas gon’ waste ya money! In fact, to prove to y’all I’ll place a bet. A hundred thousand to each one of you if I do!”

They both snickered as Stone smiled at the phone while Gunna went crazy.

“It’s looking like we about to get a nice little pay bonus from this nigga. I can’t wait to see how he handles this shit cause that girl is definitely his match.”

That’s where he was wrong. Nia was my match and I fucked it up. There was no other woman that could outrun my Nia.

Later that day. Back in Vegas

I dropped Stone off at his shorty’s place and headed to the four-bedroom house I placed Laquanna and Mattea in. I made sure I went straight to my penthouse loft to take my medicine. If it was one person that drove me crazy, it would have been my crazy baby momma. She was in trouble with me. I was used to her crazy antics but I was tired of her acting like she was my woman when she and I both knew we were nothing more but parents to a beautiful one-year-old. Since she liked to drive me crazy, I planned on doing the same to her. That was the ignore game. Today would be day three and I planned on going even longer to teach her ass a valuable lesson. When I walked into the house, it smelled good as usual. My beautiful baby girl sat in the middle of the plush carpet smiling and playing with her toys. Laquanna’s eyes looked up at me like she was happy that I came through. Stepping out of my shoes, I placed them next to the door. My baby girl started bouncing up and down with her arms in the air motioning for me to pick her up.

“Daddy, daddy,” She said in her baby voice. She really warmed my cold soul.

“Hey, daddy’s baby.”