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“Sosa? Oh yea, its just what you think nigga. Now put that gun down before you hurt yo self.”

To be continued…. Keep turning the page for part 2

BOOK TWO

Chapter Fifteen

DEBO

“Now nigga!” I yelled at Sosa to make myself clear that shit wasn’t a game.

I smirked over at Honor who crept up behind this dumb ass nigga. I could feel my jaw ticking because I couldn’t believe that this was the nigga who Praylah was getting beat up by. I looked back at Praylah just as I heard Sosa drop the gun and I instantly got pissed with the look that was plastered on her face.

“You still standing there naked? Showing my goods to this nigga? Put some fuckin’ clothes on.” My anger started to thump throughout my entire body. I was ready to lay this nigga down. Reality was, this was her baby daddy, and I was sure he had seen her naked plenty of times. Now that their shit was over, her body was only for me to see.

“Okay, please don’t hurt him.” Her pleading for this nigga’s life had me tight as fuck and ready to snap at her too. Kill this nigga! Don’t tell me you on some pussy ass shit again. Shaking my head rapidly, I looked away from Praylah and fixed my eyes on Sosa.

“Where the fuck is my money Sosa? For the sake of yo’ baby momma and kid.” I don’t know what came over me. I knew that I wouldn’t harm Praylah nor her daughter, but I felt like she already picked a side and would forever pick this nigga’s side since he was right here in the flesh. I wasn’t about to be the nigga being in competition with the next nigga over pussy.

“I got yo’ money my nigga, why is you here bout to fuck my bitch.” He gritted. I chuckled and cracked my neck from side to side.

“Step outside Sosa. If my bread not in your car, then go in that living room and kiss ya daughter goodbye. I would tell you to kiss ya bm too but that’s my bitch. She just being a stupid bitch for you right now. When she should be begging me to kill you for knocking her grill out.” I looked back and offered Pray’s funky ass an icy look. She had me so pissed that I didn’t want to see her face right now. Had me battling with my mental ready to snap, I was struggling with keeping my composure since she was right here and her daughter in the other room. If she wasn’t here right now, I wouldn’t even be giving this nigga Sosa a chance. His brains would have been decorated the carpet.

“I got yo bread my nigga, I just needed more time. This dike ass bitch been riding my dick hard about the money I was planning on bringing you personally. I wanted to triple up the next time that I re’d up and knew she would start talking all that tough shit so I was trying to meet with you.” He spat as I could see the fire in Honor’s eyes. I knew the nigga was lying because if that was the case then Sosa would have called me and asked to meet. Who the fuck did this nigga think I was? A straight pussy that’s who! Now prove him wrong!

“Is that right?” I smirked and nodded my head, just as Sosa began to open his mouth, Honor knocked him over the top of his head with the butt of her gun causing him to fall down hard with a loud thud. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the piss stain that became evident on his pants as he snored loudly with his mouth open.

“What the hell! Oh my, look you have to go! Right now, Matthew!” I looked over at Praylah and decided to get into her personal space. Marching over to where she stood, I tried my hardest to ignore her wide-ass hips and thick luscious thighs. Getting pissed all over again that this nigga Sosa interrupted me from busting a big ass nut. I moved all in Praylah’s face and her timid ass moved backward until her back hit the wall in her bedroom.

“You don’t listen well.” I placed my hand above her head, not moved by her bottom lip trembling. “That nigga that you call your baby daddy laid out taking a nap right now owes me lots of fucking money. You over here panicking and shit and begging for this nigga’s safety making me look crazy in front of my homie Honor. I can’t respect a woman who refuses to respect herself Pray. This nigga done beat you, knocked ya teeth out and only God, you, and him know what else he has done to you.” I thought back to the day that I finally broke her ass down and got between her legs and looked at her like she was fucking insane.

“You should let me meet your daughter real soon, I’m her dad now. I’m about to call my momma, give her this address so she can come talk to you. I think she can help you understand me better. Go shower and get dressed.”

“You don’t remember all the shit I told you about my mental. How that voice inside of my head done fell in love with you? How I told you that I’d kill to keep you, Praylah… you can’t play that ditzy dumb shit with me, baby. I ain’t all there in the fuckin’ head. See, I know that shit already, but I don’t give a fuck. Put on some fuckin’ clothes before I fuck you right here in front of ya bitch ass baby daddy that’s knocked out cold in front of everybody.” Her bottom lip trembled and the sane part of me told me to cool it.

I even tried to count down in my head several times like my father instructed me to do whenever that voice started raging loud and wild inside of my head, but nothing was seeming to work.

“See this the foul shit Lakendra did to me. Bitch played with my fucking head had me wishing that I put her ass in a ditch somewhere. Now you standing in front of me acting all scared and shit like I wasn’t just cleaning yo’ ass and promising you some shit that I wouldn’t dare take back. I might be crazy or whatever muthafuckas try to say I am but one thing about me is, I’m a real ass nigga.” The back of my neck started to throb, and I could feel a migraine coming on because of me being so angry and unable to focus on one subject at a time.

I had Praylah in front of me, her face was red, and fear was evident, and she still hadn’t put on her fucking clothes like I instructed her to do. Then I had this bitch ass nigga Sosa, who was my so-called homie. I fucked with him on a real street level and showed the nigga some love. Only for him to be a week late with my payment.

I knew that if I killed him right now, Praylah would only be more petrified and find a way to get away from me. Then again, I was a nigga that had made a solid foundation and didn’t like my rules being bent or broken. I had to reason and that voice inside of my head only wanted blood on my hands right now which was making shit even more complex. On top of that I didn’t show the fact that Sosa being Praylah’s baby daddy surprised the fuck out of me.

It should’ve turned me away from her, but it was too late. That voice and myself wanted Praylah’s timid ass bad and I didn’t know exactly why. From the first time I laid eyes on her red ass, I knew I wanted her. I probably would have still wanted her even if I knew she was Sosa’s.

“I am scared, I have to push my fear to the side to think about Heaven. She is my everything and I cannot and will not lay down with a man that harms her father.” She couldn’t even look me in the eyes as she was talking, which infuriated me even more.

“So you telling me that you are willing to lay down with a nigga that beats you and not get you the help that you need? You want your daughter to grow up thinking that its cool for her nigga to beat her too?” I shook my head and looked deep into her pretty big eyes.

“You picking this nigga over me, Praylah? You don’t want me?” I looked over at Honor and she gave me a sad look that had me swallowing down my pride. She’d never even seen me this way with Lakendra, so I knew this shit was different for her. I was happy that it was Honor that was here with me than any of my other soldiers. This was a weak ass moment for me, and I probably would never forgive myself for even begging Praylah with my eyes for her not to say the wrong fucking thing.

“I’m picking my daughter, Matthew. Jarei is her father, I don’t want any more drama.” Tears fell down her face and I grabbed her softly by the bottom of her chin. I was surrounded by heat and fiery, but I didn’t want to kick her when she was obviously conflicted and confused. Later she would see that she’d made a grave mistake. I grabbed each ass cheek and pulled her close to me. Bending down to connect with her soft plump lips I pecked her twice, then turned away from her.

That shit had me feeling fucked up on some weird shit, but I wouldn’t dare make myself look crazier.

“Stay safe and love yourself more, Pray.” I walked away from her even though I didn’t want to.

“Go check that nigga car for all of my money plus more,” I ordered Honor as she turned and walked out the room. Looking down at Sosa and then back at Praylah, I shook my head at her. I couldn’t believe she was about to pass up an opportunity with me. I wouldn’t have wanted shit in return from her but loyalty. A street nigga like myself needed calm and peace to come home to. It wasn’t on some conventional normal type of shit, but what could possibly be normal for a nigga like me? I had more money than I needed and had the respect and street credit to go along with it.