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Alouri’s Dad: Ok, you still need me to fuck you?

My eyes ballooned as my heart plummeted to the depths of my soul. Tonight had gone from uneventful to the biggest shit show ever. If he really posted those pictures on his IG it was probably only going to get worse and bring me more drama. But fuck it, I was ready for whatever since bitches wanted to play with me. I was ready to lace up my boots and go to war.

Chapter 9

Armias

My employees at my Westbank location were trying to turn my shop into a Zeus reality show. Niggas must have thought they was on Baddies or something. Apparently one of the barbers baby mama’s was fucking other barbers in the shop. Multiple verbal altercations had taken place over the past week before a physical fight finally happened earlier today. I didn’t learn about any of this until fists started flying, so I had to go in and delegate. After a team meeting, I fired multiple people including my manager. That nigga wanted to get buck and I had to beat his ass. The cops were called, but nothing came of it because we were on my property and I was defending myself. The whole thing left a stale test in my mouth though because I never experienced niggas who were that messy. As hectic as today was, it was a reminder of how far I’d come in life because if this had been some street drama it would’ve ended a lot differently. Niggas would’ve gotten put in the dirt for playing with my time and money. I was glad I didn’t have to kill nobody and that the police escorted muthafuckers away from my shit.

“It’s too many niggas around here,” I mumbled as I passed by the Melphomene to get to Lourdes’ house. She had a brand new house that suited her really well, but I wasn’t too keen on the neighborhood. She was a woman, which automatically made her vulnerable, but she also lived alone and she was about to have my daughter. The street she lived on wasn’t bad and her neighbors seemed cool. But there was a bunch of shady activity a few blocks over and vultures could easily sniff her out.

I called her phone as I pulled into her driveway. I was going to text her but I was eager to hear her voice. That last text I sent her went unanswered just like I knew it would. She had probably been on pins and needles since last night and waiting for me to reveal if I’d heard her talking to her friends about needing dick. Not just any dick, but my dick. I was tempted to pull up on her last night and take care of her. Then I thought about how Denim basically called me easy and said it wouldn’t take much for Lourdes to get what she wanted out of me. While they may have been true, I never wanted to be predictable and I also got a kick out of making Lourdes squirm. When she opened the door for me and Zee earlier she could barely look me in the eye or talk. She was nervous as hell and I’d never think she was the same girl talking big shit last night. I’m not going to lie, hearing that she’d been considering fucking somebody else while being pregnant with my baby had me heated. That shit was straight up nasty. But I wasn’t even going to pretend like it was only about my baby. I didn’t want her fucking nobody else at all, and I was happy that my baby was stopping her from doing it. She’d violated by even thinking about that shit though and Denim was over there encouraging the fuck shit. I was starting to understand why my nigga Lucky couldn’t make it work with her.

“You outside?” She asked as soon as she answered the phone. She sounded rattled…like she was worked up about something. I hope it wasn’t my text message because I only asked a simple question. It was either yes or no.

“Yea,” I replied.

BOOM! I jumped as thunder shook the whole block, my truck included, and it started pouring down.

“Man, what the fuck?”

“You better hurry up and get in here before it gets worse,” she advised. “I’m unlocking the door now.”

“Alright,” I replied before hanging up. I reached into my back seat and located an umbrella. It was crucial to keep one on standby in New Orleans. The weather was just that unpredictable. I would’ve never thought this type of weather would come through on the first night of November.

With my umbrella shielding me from the heavy rain, I went around to my trunk and grabbed my Nike gym bag. I always kept a bag of changing clothes in the car because it always came in handy. Tonight was one of those nights for obvious reasons and the weather was on my side in case Lourdes tried to put me out. She’d be stubborn with me, but she wasn’t going to send me out in a storm with Zee.

“Mama, I’m not trying to hear that. Your niece ain’t no cousin of mine after tonight and I put that on my daughter!”

I walked in on Lourdes pacing back and forth. It made no sense how big her booty had gotten and her hips had spread just as wide as her stomach. My daughter had her big fine and I was loving every minute of it. Her pajama shorts were crawling up her ass and cuffing her puffy pussy lips. I’d seen her wear the pajamas she had on before she was pregnant…or at least before we knew she was pregnant. They didn’t fit her like that before.

“Mama, she came for me! You know I don’t even argue on the internet! But I’ll give her and her cum rag best friend exactly what they looking for!”

“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached her. I tossed my bag on one of the barstools by the countertop. “Where Zee at?”

She had to be really upset because she stopped pacing when she heard my voice and looked over at me like she was just realizing I was in her house.

“He woke up to pee like ten minutes ago and I had him get in my bed,” she replied before focusing back on whatever Ms. Lucia was saying. “Yea, this him…what you want talk to him for?......Alright, mama. Here.” She passed her phone to me before twisting over to the sofa. I watched her ass bounce with each step she took and my dick woke all the way up.

“Wassup, Mama?”

“Calm that crazy girl down.”

I was still staring at Lourdes and she was definitely worked up. She was glaring straight ahead at nothing in particular with her arms crossed like she was planning world domination. Somebody had pissed her clean off. I was just happy I wasn’t the culprit.

“I’ma get her to chill out, but what’s going on?”

“Chileee, apparently that loser ass ex of hers got her cousin’s best friend pregnant and she’s fussing with them about it on instagram.”

“What?” My face contorted in disdain. Kenny being the reason she was worked up didn’t sit right with me. “Why would it matter who her ex has pregnant?” I asked Ms. Lucia but I was locking eyes with Lourdes.

“Hang up the phone because she’s obviously relaying the story to you all wrong and y’all finna piss me off.”

“Armias wait, you finna make it worse. I didn’t say she was mad about Kenny. She’s upset because Lyss and Kayla were being messy about it. I want her to ignore all that because at the end of the day they’re all pregnant and Lyss is family. Now, she’s wrong as hell and she will be dealt with, but this ain’t the way.”

“Yea, that social media shit ain’t it. I’ll talk to her.” I didn’t care how Ms. Lucia had attempted to clear things up on her daughter's behalf. I needed to pick her brain myself and figure out if she was jealous because her ex had moved on.

“Okay baby, love y’all and tell my daughter I’m always on her side, but we not gon’ tear the family apart over somebody who’s not even worth it.”