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“Is your wife about to pop out on us?” She stuck her nose up with that soft ass voice of hers. Ignoring her sarcasm. I motioned for her to sit down.

“Nah, no wife.” I looked her in the eyes then let my eyes drop to her cleavage, breast peaking looking ripe as hell. Era clears her throat with her brows plunged downward like she is about to scold me for looking at something I just could resist.

“Don’t tell me you’re a liar as well.” She chuckled like she was annoyed.

“Era, we don’t know each other, it’s a lot we should know. So, hold off on all the judging and assumptions so we can exchange numbers and get fully acquainted.” My words seemed to set a fire under her ass, she stood abruptly and talked in a low comical threatening tone.

“Nigga, don’t think because you sent Shelby my way, I owe you something cause I don’t. You are married don’t lie to me, you said that shit before you fucked me good and ran out the room talking about your wife.” I smirked up at her breast first then finally gave her my eyes.

“I fucked you good Era?” I licked my bottom lip and inhaled her. Seeming caught off guard she took a couple steps back as she looked off briefly. When she looked back into my eyes, I paused for a minute noting the somber look covering her face. Those eyes slowly welled with tears.

“Yea, you fucked me so good that you impregnated me.” She said that part low and walked off. The fuck? I had a right mind to chase her but for some reason I stayed planted right in my seat. My stomach tightened as a million emotions flooded me. A baby? A fucking baby? I was disappointed at the lack of responsibility I lacked when fucking Era raw. Happiness because I’ve been wanting a kid for years now. Fear struck me for my career because I didn’t know what kind of woman Era was.

She seemed like a good ass woman with resentment towards men with the way she looked at me.

“Nigga you look like you just received the worse news ever.” I looked up at this big ass nigga Debo and shook my head. Soon as he took a seat a waitress appeared in seconds.

“Get Praylah to serve me.” He didn’t even bother looking up at the blonde head that appeared perky and eager to serve him.

“Nigga Era just told me I got her pregnant.” I sighed and looked around the restaurant to see if I saw her. Debo whistled and smiled holding his hand out to congratulate me. I still was processing this shit, but I slapped hands with him.

“Congratulations, lucky ass nigga. Era good peoples. I vouch for her.” I nodded my head. “But shit you got a situation at home, don’t you?” I shook my head no.

“We are divorcing it should be finalized in another month. She got pregnant by that nigga Dmack.”

“Good thing I killed him.” Debo crazy ass chuckled. “Nah on some real shit I hate to hear that shit my nigga. I got played by a scandalous bitch too in the worse way. I thought that shit was gon’ leave me bitter towards females but then I fell for Praylah.” Just as she spoke her name, she was sitting down with a plate piled with steak, shrimp, eggs, and grits. She blushed at him as he lifted his hand and caressed what looked like a purple and red birthmark on her cheek. The two started conversing as I picked up my phone and went straight to my group text messages with Sovereign and Roberto.

Me: meet me at the crib, it’s important.

Berto: I’m here in my new room, is it okay if I have company?

I frowned and shook my head. I thought this nigga was playing about picking out a new room at my new crib, but he wasn’t. I texted him and told him hell no and he responded that I was boring. Sovereign hearted the message. She normally didn’t respond; she wasn’t good at texting, she normally called right away like she was doing now.

“What’s up sis?” Sovereign always remained quiet the first couple of seconds on a phone call, even if she called you. She took her time at everything she did and thought out every word she spoke.

“What’s going on?” Her voice lacked emotion.

“Nothing I just would rather tell y’all what’s going on with me in person and at the same time, so I won’t have to repeat anything.”

“O-Kay. I’ll be there in a hour.” She hung up as I looked up at Debo who was now pecking Praylah on the lips. She walked away and he started stabbing his fork to the plate taste testing everything. When he ate a big amount of food, he wiped his mouth then started talking business.

“I want to create a paid season for hood players. They get a payout at the beginning and end of the season. We can have mini bowl rings like the super-bowl and cash them out that way it urges them to play hard for their families. I wish niggas with money had done shit like this back in the day. You know how many talented niggas there is in the hood that didn’t get a chance to make it out? We can air it on TV and charge fifty dollars a ticket for the champion game and fifteen dollars for regular games. We also can give a hundred tickets for free for people that can’t afford the shit. I figure we can start some shit how Ice Cube did with his own fantastic three basketball team. We invest fifty, fifty and split profits. You donate some and I will do the same.” He picked his fork up like he didn’t just come up with something extraordinary and started eating again.

I was shocked because I remember when I played football in high school. I was so poor that I had to focus on providing for me and my sisters, so I stopped paying it any mind. If it wasn’t for Sovereign and Inferno, I would still be out in the streets hustling so I looked at this as an opportunity to give back.

“I’m down a hundred percent.” That shit had me geeked and ready.

“Good, I’m glad you down. I’ll have Alesia mail you all the paperwork to look over. Since we both be busy, we need to hire coaches and a good team to organize all events.”

“I don’t mind being a coach too.” He nodded his head and picked up his cup of juice, downing the entire glass.

“That’s even better. I plan to start this shit in two weeks. I don’t want to waste any more time. I got a team; you just need to gather yours. A little promo on social media will help with that.”

“Fully noted my nigga, I’m on it starting today. I appreciate the opportunity.” We slapped hands again just as Era approached our table.

“Mr. Brownston, I’ll be in touch. I thank you for everything.” She didn’t bother to look at me. But I cut right into the bullshit.

“Era, we gotta talk and we have to do it right now.” She looked over at me and frowned.