Page 4 of Gangsta

“You keep fucking eyeballing me I’m gon’ snatch that shit out and throw ’em on 59 South.”

These white boys were always staring at me at the gym. That shit got on my damn nerves. Don’t stare. Say what’chu wanna say. He quickly looked away and moved to the other side of the area. I didn’t know if they were trying to learn my workout routine or what, but they needed to move the fuck around. Weird asses. I never bit my tongue about shit with men. I always struck first; that way, there was no misunderstanding. It was clear I was a confrontational muthafucka. I didn’t joke around with people I didn’t know. I stayed to myself, and I wished other people would do that shit too.

As I racked the weights, my phone was ringing. When I saw Jungle’s number, I answered. “What’s up, man?”

“What’s up, Vegas? Can you do me a favor and get Zamir from daycare? Chelsea and Manman got held up at the doctor’s office. You wanna hear some shit?”

“What?”

“C-Pat went to her six-week checkup, and she pregnant again, man.”

I slowly shook my head. Jungle had started calling Chelsea C-Pat since they got married and she changed her last name to Patterson. That nigga acted like he couldn’t stay out the pussy. She’d had their first baby about four months after they got married, then got pregnant again nearly a year ago. They named their baby girl Zuri. She was barely two months old, and now Chelsea was pregnant again.

“You know if you let her breathe without constantly pushing your dick in her, she might can establish a life outside of being pregnant. What happened to not having sex for six weeks after a woman had a baby?”

“Nigga, shut the fuck up. Can you get Zamir or not?”

I slowly shook my head. “Yeah, I’ll get that lil gangsta. I gotta go shower first.”

He chuckled. Zamir was a year and a half, and his lil ass was bad as hell. He and Chad’s sons, Foster and Ambrose, stayed raising hell at the Watchful Eyes’ family gatherings. Jericho’s son, Rome, was just as laid back as he was. Whitney was pregnant again too, along with Lynn. Arrow and Lynn were finally expecting their first baby. She was about five or six months along.

“A’ight. Thanks, man. I’ll get him from you in a couple of hours after this meeting.”

“A’ight.”

I ended the call and huffed. I wanted to just go home, shower, eat, and chill out for the rest of the day… maybe smoke a blunt or two and have a drank. I was proud of Jungle though. He had his hands in a bunch of shit around Houston now. He started a construction company and was looking into opening a real estate office. Whitney had expressed an interest in working for him if he did. She’d done that for years in Dallas before reconnecting with Jericho. I could only assume that he was in a meeting regarding that venture.

I hadn’t been doing shit for the last couple of years but traveling and shit, seeing the world. Muthafuckas started calling me the male version of Dora the Explorer. All their lame asses had kids now and compared everything to a damn cartoon. I told them they could kiss my ass. I didn’t hang around everybody too often because I was always the odd man out. Every-fucking-body was married or engaged.

Rondo and Dinalee were getting married in a couple of months, and Seneca and Kaysyn had worked shit out and had gotten married three months ago at Rondo and Dinalee’s house. Nearly all the family gatherings were moved to their house since they had more land. The Watchful Eyes’ family gatherings were either at Rondo’s or Shy’s houses. In the winter months, it was at Shy’s. Ali and Riley were building a bigger house, since they’d outgrown the one they were currently in. She’d had another little girl.

Shit, it was hard trying to keep up with all those fucking kids. In the past two years, there had been nine babies born. Nine! Rondo’s baby’s name was the easiest to remember since he was named after him. The other’s names were hard as hell since I didn’t see them often. I obviously remembered Jungle’s kids, though, especially since I was their godfather. I refused to be godfather again. He was gon’ have to find some-fucking-body else to do it.

After making my way out of the gym and then to the house to shower, I had to meditate to be able to deal with Zamir’s lil meddling ass. I swore the boy was Houdini. He could get out of his damn car seat. I still hadn’t figured out how he did that shit. That lil nigga almost made me get in a wreck the last time I picked him up.

When I pulled up to the daycare, I said a short prayer that he missed nap time and would go to sleep. Checking my reflection, I got out to head inside. The receptionist was fine as hell. I would have shot my shot last time I picked him up, but lil man was in exorcist mode. I could have sworn I saw his head spin around. I hauled him out of there and hadn’t thought about that woman until now.

After walking in, I stood off to the side to wait for the woman at the counter to finish signing a kid out. When she turned around, I almost pissed on myself. Her eyebrows lifted and her lips parted. “Wow! Hey, Joel.”

“Keondra. What’s up, girl?”

It had been two years since I last saw her, and I still remembered her name. It didn’t get by me that she still remembered mine. She licked her thick ass lips and smiled. “Not too much. What’s up with you?”

“Same. How have you been?”

“Good. What about you?”

“Good.”

This moment was awkward as hell. The last time I saw her, I was dropping my kids off down her throat. Once I’d nutted, I got my ass out of there because she had me feeling all sensitive and shit. I wasn’t with that at all. She’d given me her number so we could possibly hook up once we both got home, but I never used it. I didn’t fuck anybody for a whole month after I got home, thinking about the shit she’d put on me.

Even at the strip club that night, I couldn’t even function. Jungle had noticed right away, and the moment nobody was listening, he’d said something. I wasn’t looking for love or a relationship, but Keondra was making that shit look appealing. She’d never insinuated she was after anything but a good time, but I couldn’t take that risk. Once I fell off in somebody else, I wiped her from the forefront of my mind.

She would pop up occasionally, but I would move on to the next thought just as quickly. “So, I guess I scared your ass since you didn’t call me.”

I frowned slightly. “What’chu mean?”

“You never called. I know my sex ain’t trash,” she said softly. “So it must have been too good… have you wanting shit you wasn’t ready for.”

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