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QUIN

"So, when will you quit rolling your eyes at a nigga?" I ask Brooklyn as she eyeballs the hell out of me. She one bold ass female. I can't even deny that one. "I ain't rolling my eyes. Quin, what the fuck do you want? And why the fuck Javier keep on leaving me here with you?" she asks me with an attitude. She left me at my broad's house then threw my keys in the toilet and got the nerve to be the one pissed off. That shit is crazy.

"Javier don't wanna sit here and cock block. That's why." I answer. "Cock block what? You ain't cute and I really can't stand you." she says. She sound dead serious. "Alright, Brooklyn. I really should've put your ass out for what you did but I'm a good nigga and I'll give you one more chance." I say. She rolls her eyes at me.

We've been sitting here on the porch in an awkward silence for ten minutes straight. "Damn, Brooke, what you gotta make the moment weird for?" I ask her. I'm irritated as hell by this bullshit she doing.  "Didn't I say don't call me Brooke cause my name is Brooklyn? My momma didn't name me Brooke, Quentin." she sarcastically says. "I ain't your parents and shit, baby girl. I'm Quin, so I'll call you what I wanna call you. And my name Joaquin, not Quentin, love. Maybe, you should save that name for our future son." I say, then playfully thump her bottom lip.

She starts laughing as she swats my hand away from her face. "I swear you doing too much. i don't know nothing about you and you talking about a future son. Naw, keep the name for your son with the bitch you just fucked. You nasty anyway and probably raw dogged her." she says, shocking me. "You got me fucked up. I ain't nasty and I don't raw dog bitches. That's Javier specialty, not mine." I say, laughing at that shit. My brother will go raw on a bitch who got good pussy in a quick second. That's exactly how he got a kid in the first place.

"Don't be telling all my future husband business." she snaps at me. I raise my eyebrow at her. "You got me fucked up. You know I'm trying to fuck with you but you in my face dick riding my lil brother." I go off. "And? Just because you so called wanna fuck with me doesn't mean I'm supposed to feel the same way." she nonchalantly says.

"I ain't ever been rejected by no bitch. Hell naw." I say, shaking my head. She constantly treating me like I'm a lame ass nigga.  "You just got rejected by me, though and I ain't no bitch.  Live with it." she says, laughing a little. I shake my head. "What you like so much about Javier that you don't like about me?" I ask. I'm curious as hell.

"I don't like him but if he wanted to date me or something, i'd be interested." she admits. "Alright, well... he ain't about to fuck with you. He already know I got you on lock." I tell her. "On lock? How you got me on lock if you don't even know me?" she asks. "The same way you living with me and don't know me." I answer. She narrows her eyes at me, only making me laugh.

"That was mean as hell, big headed cunt." she snaps. "Ninety percent of everything that comes out of your mouth be mean as hell so I know you ain't talking." I say, wrapping my arm around her. I'm surprised she hasn't pulled away from me. "What's your last name?" she randomly asks. "Why you wanna know?" I ask her. She asked that out of the blue like a mothafucka. "I'm just asking. Mine is Jackson." she says, shrugging her shoulders.  "What's your middle name?" I ask. "Jamiah." she answers. I raise my eyebrow then smile. "See, we meant to be. Your middle name Jamiah and my middle name Jeremiah. I think I found my soul mate." I joke, making her laugh.

"Boy, cut it out." she says, shaking her head at me. "But to answer your question, my last name Santana." I say. She starts smiling wide. I scoot away from her. "You being creepy as a bitch. What you smiling so big for?" I ask. She starts laughing. "My bad. I just like the name. It sounds so savage. Joaquin Santana. You sound like you're part of a cartel or some shit." she says. How ironic. I'm for sure a part of my old man's cartel.

"I'm surprised you remembered my first name." I say. "Why? And it's spelled so weird if your nick name sounds like keen." she says. "Yeah, I know. I don't even bother to correct folks on how to say my name no more. My pops named me that."  I say. "Well, I think it's a nice name. If I have a son, I wanna name him something like that." she admits. I smirk. "Aight. I'll keep that in mind when I bust that ass up." I joke. She laughs a little then playfully pushes me. "Never that." she says.

Her eyes trail across the street to this lil nigga named Carter. He fresh out of jail now. He about eighteen. "Who is that?" she asks, smiling wide. "Really bruh? You getting on my fucking nerves with all that flirting with other niggas shit you doing." I admit. "Quin, I'm sorry but we don't know nothing about each other. I can talk to who I want." she says. I throw my hands up, surrendering. "Aight. I give up, mane. Do what you gone do. I won't bother you about the shit no more." I say. I ain't tripping. I want to fuck with her but if she ain't trying to take me seriously, I'll leave her ass alone about it and let her be a hoe.

Carter turns around then walks over here. "Wassup Quin?" he asks, nodding his head at me. "Ain't shit." I answer. "This you?" he asks, pointing at Brooklyn as she smiles a little. "Naw, bruh. Just a girl I met around the way." I answer. He nods his head. "What's yo name?" he asks. "Brooklyn. Nice to meet you." she says, blushing hard as hell. He chuckles. "Carter. Nice to meet you too." he says.

I smack my lips then pull my phone out of my pocket. They standing here flirting hard as hell like I'm not sitting here. "Bruh, you good?" he asks me. "Yeah, I'm cool." I answer. "Fool, you sure this ain't yo bitch?" he asks. "I ain't nobody's bitch, lil nigga. Let's get that shit nipped in the bud right damn now. Got me fucked up." she goes off, almost making me laugh. I knew that shit was coming.

"Chill yo ass out. Naw, bruh, she not mine. If you gon talk to her, I ain't stopping shit." I tell him. He nods his head. "My bad though, Brooklyn." he says. I shake my head. I ain't about to be a bitch about the shit. If he wanna fuck with her, that's between them. I wasn't looking for a relationship no way. I was just interested in her cause she my type. Her mouth reckless, she cute, and she fearless as hell but even that can't make me trip over this bullshit.

"Brooke, do me a favor. Get my sprite off the kitchen counter." I say. She stands up then walks in the house to get it for me. I'm surprised she didn't tell me to go do it myself. I look at Carter. "You trust her in your house? Hell naw, nigga, I ain't ever seen no bitch in your crib before. If you trying to fuck with ol girl, let me know." he says. "She ain't my girl, my nigga. She cool and shit. That's it." I say. I'm getting irritated as hell. I wish this nigga get the fuck out my face with that shit. "You fucked her? She look like her pussy good as hell, on god." he says, dying laughing.

"Nigga, what the fuck? To keep it G with you, my nigga, I don't really fuck with you. Get out my business, young nigga." I calmly say. "It's like that? Mane, you a bitch ass nigga!" he snaps. I stand up then sit my phone down on the porch. "I'm a what?" I ask. "A bitch ass nigga." he says, getting in my face. I shove him back then pop him in his jaw. "Stop!" Brooklyn yells, jumping between us.

"Mane, move." I demand as she pulls me away. He nods his head. "Aight. Pussy ass boy." he says, walking away. I nod my head. I ain't about to make no threats to the nigga. I just know imma off his pussy ass sooner than later. "Come on." Brooklyn demands, pulling me in the house.

"Why were you about to fight?" she asks. "Cause dude all in my fuckin' business, worried about you and shit knowing I don't fuck with his ass." I answer. "You hot headed as hell." she says. "No I'm not." I say as I get the box of latex gloves and a bottle of disinfectant spray from the counter under the kitchen sink.

"What you about to do with that?" she asks. "Follow me upstairs and I'll show you." I answer. She nods her head as she follows me out of the kitchen. "Quit staring at my butt." she mumbles as I walk up the stairs behind her. "Who said I was looking at that bullshit?" I ask, laughing.

She turns around then rolls her eyes at me. "You got any kids?" she asks. "Hell naw. But I'll put a couple in you sooner than later." I joke, winking at her. "Got me fucked up." she says, laughing.

I lead her into my bathroom. "I got these gloves for you. Get my shit out this toilet and clean my shit." I demand, pointing at my car keys that are in there.  "Nigga, no. You and them keys can suck an ass." she says.

"Why you gotta be like that? I'm letting you live in my crib and all you fuckin' do is pop off on a nigga. The least you can do is fix what you messed up." I snap. I'm irritated as hell. She put the keys in there and got the nerve to act dumb like she didn't know she would have to get it up.

"Stop throwing up the fact you letting me stay here, Quin. That shit is annoying." she snaps back. "I don't give a damn about it being annoying. Mane, I call it like I see it. All I'm saying is you can show a nigga some appreciation. I'm going out my way for you." I tell her.

"Whatever. I'm not about to sit here and deal with this." she mumbles as she puts a pair of gloves on. "So, what you gon' do then?" I ask. She ignores me then pulls my keys out of the toilet. I'm watching her clean them off. Her attitude so wild but I like it.

I look back at Javier as he walks in holding his daughter. "What yall doing?" he asks, looking confused. I take the baby from him then kiss her cheek. "Wassup uncle baby?" I mumble, tickling her a little. She starts laughing then spits up milk on me. Javier and Brooklyn start laughing as I stare at her. "Didn't I tell yo bobble headed ass you can't be spitting milk on yo sexy ass uncle?" I playfully ask. She staring at me like she triple dog dare me to do something.

I hand her back to Javier. "Get your big headed ass baby." I demand "Fuck you. Her head ain't big." he says. She starts crying. "Don't start that, fat momma. Cut it out, please." he whines. "Quit whining in her face. Yo breath smell like shit." I say, laughing at her facial expression.

I pull my shirt off. Brooklyn's eyes widen as she stares at all my muscles and tattoos. "What?" I ask. Javier just walked out of here with Haven so it's just me and her. "Nothing." she mumbles. I close the door. "The fuck you closing the door for, nigga?" Brooklyn asks as she washes her hands. "You staring at a nigga like I make you wet so wassup? I ain't ever fucked in the shower before so I'm down if you with it." I answer, chuckling.

"Never. Go somewhere with that dumb shit." she demands, making me laugh hard as hell. "You the one who giving me that look. I'm always down, just let me know." I tell her. "You sickening as hell." she mumbles. She looking nervous as if she hiding something that's bothering her.

"What you looking like that for?" I ask. She sighs. "Just thinking about my parents... it's like I have nobody but you and Javier and y'all are practically strangers. No offense though. I appreciate this... it just bothers me how I'm in a situation like this." she admits.

"It's cool, mane. Just cool it with all the constant disrespect you be doing. For example, that whole stunt you pulled with taking my car and leaving me at ol girl house was some bullshit and you really should've got kicked out for it but I changed my mind. Shit like that gotta quit." I tell her.

"Okay, and I'm sorry for that Quin. I overreacted. I just felt real disrespected. I understand you don't know me like that but it turned me off. It's like you were on my ass about who I'm attracted to then you turned around and fucked a whole bitch. Who does that? That's disrespectful." she goes off. I sigh. "Bruh... this shit stupid, to be real with you. We hardly know each other and already worried about who fucking with who. We on some rushing shit." I say.

I ain't ever did this before. I ain't developing no feelings within a day. It's just the simple fact I know I'll wind up fooling around with her eventually. When it happens, I ain't sharing her cause I'm stingy as hell. That's all it is.

"I'm not rushing nothing. I don't catch feelings fast as fuck. It's unrealistic. I just got an issue with how you complain about me saying niggas are cute then turn around and fuck some female with me sitting in her living room looking lame as hell." she explains.

"Aight and I apologize for that. Next time I get some pussy, I'll drop you off first." I say, shrugging my shoulders. She chuckles. "I accept your apology. All I know is you better not cock block anymore when you doing your thing too." she says. "Aight. That's cool." I say.

She starts awkwardly looking around. "What college you trying to go to? You graduating soon." I say. I'm just trying to see if I should fuck with her. If she trying to go to school outside of California, I won't bother cause it won't work out. "I honestly don't have a desire to go but I'm going here." she answers. I nod my head.

"You wanna go eat?" I ask. "I don't have money and I won't until I get a job. I don't like depending on people for every little thing." she answers. "Brooke, we good over here. Come on, we finna get some food. Let me go put a shirt on." I say, not giving her the option to tell me no.

I walk to my room then grab a Versace shirt that was at the top of my pile of clothes I need to fold. Brooklyn walks in here then starts folding stuff. "I can at least do laundry or something." she says, smiling at me. I smirk a little. Let me find out she wanna play the role of a housewife around this bitch.

She finished my clothes, now we about to leave. We walk downstairs. I stop dead in my tracks as my momma sits on the couch in some nigga's lap. "Mane, hell naw. What the fuck is you doing?" I ask. "Boy, I'm your momma! Don't be talking to me like that!" she yells. She showing out for this dude.

"Who the hell is this, ma?" I snap. "This my house. I can bring whoever I want here. You got this random girl here and I ain't said shit!" she snaps. Brooklyn awkwardly looks away. "What the hell, ma? Me and Javier pay all this bills in this bitch! Mane, look... you my momma and I love you but I ain't tolerating random ass niggas in my crib. Ain't finna happen." I tell her straight up.

Niggas intentions be wrong as hell. Plus, she about to cause unnecessary drama when my dad get home from jail in two weeks. He one of those scary Mexican niggas that's always calm but will kill a nigga with no remorse. She know damn well whoever this nigga is won't live past an hour when my dad find this shit out so I don't know why she playing with people's lives.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is David. And you are?" he asks, extending his hand. "Mane, nigga, get the fuck out my house." I demand. I ain't with none of that friendly shit. I get a bad vibe from this nigga and I always follow my gut. I can tell he ain't here cause he really interested in my momma. Niggas always got motives and when you raised in the streets, it's like an alarm that goes off in your brain when you in the presence of some undercover fuck shit. My alarm ringing like a mothafucka right now.

"Quin, you ain't finna stand here and be disrespectful. I don't give a fuck about you being grown or what bills you pay!" she yells in my face. "Move, ma. All imma say is this... get this nigga out and keep him away from this fuckin' house or imma do that shit myself and you know I ain't just talking shit." I warn her.

She sighs. "My bad, David. I didn't expect my son to act this way." she says. "It's fine, Lorraine. I understand." he says, eyeballing me. This nigga giving me a look like he tough and shit. "What you looking at him upside his head for?" Brooklyn asks him, looking him up and down. That's what I already like about her. She stand ten toes down and ready for whatever.

He doesn't say anything as he walks to the front door with my momma behind him. "I'll let yo duck ass out, my nigga." I say, opening the door. I stop dead in my tracks as my father stands there holding a bouquet of roses I guess he got for my momma. He buffer than he was and got more tattoos than he had in the beginning.

I can't really describe what I'm feeling.  He didn't tell nobody he was getting out early. It's my first time seeing my pops as a free man since I was a lil boy. "Fuck." I mumble, wiping the couple of tears that fell off of my face. I always imagined how this moment would be and how I'd react. I didn't think a nigga would tear up and shit.

He pulls me in a tight hug. "Hijo." he mumbles. He used to stay calling me that and hardly ever my real name before he got locked up. That's one of the small things I do remember. "Wassup pops?" I ask. "Ready to make up for lost time." he answers, smiling. My father is one of those Mexicans who grew up around mainly black people. He sounds like he black when he talks. That's because he was raised by a hood black family.

He glances over at my momma as she stands there like she saw a ghost. "These were for you but I see you got somebody else bringing you flowers now." he calmly says, chuckling. "I'm David." dude introduces himself. This nigga don't know who he dealing with.  My dad ignores him. He never once broke eye contact with my momma. His face is unreadable but it's obvious she got him fucked up. He went to jail and did all this time for killing a nigga who fucked her over just for him to come home to another nigga sitting in her face.

"Enrique, what the hell? I didn't know you would be home early." she says. He chuckles then shakes his head. "Your momma always been a trip, hijo. Always has." he says to me. "You're his father?" David asks. "Nigga, why the fuck you here?" I snap on him. Nigga was supposed to been out of here.

He doesn't say anything as he walks to his car. "He the feds. Keep that dude out your life or imma handle you and his ass. That's understood, Lorraine?" he asks, giving her a serious look. "He ain't no feds." she says, rolling her eyes. "He a hustler from San Francisco." she adds. "Can't tell your dumb ass nothing. I know a rat when I see one. You gonna fuck yourself up one more time and next time I ain't offing no fucking body for your dumb ass." he calmly says to her.

I glance at Brooklyn as she stares at my dad in awe. She looks so interested in him. "I sat my fuckin' ass in that maximum security bullshit just to come home to see some fuck ass dude come out this house? For real?" he raises his voice. I'm shocked. This nigga always calm as hell so I know he fucked up over it. I tried to tell her.

"Enrique, baby, it ain't even like that." she says, trying to wrap her arms around him. "Lorraine, I promise to god if you don't move..." he warns her. She steps away. "Can you come in the house so we can talk in private? You know I love you." she says. "You love me but you... man, I ain't finna have this talk infront of my son out of respect for him. You got me fucked up though, Lorraine." he says. I know that argument is for sure to be continued.

He looks at Brooklyn. "Girlfriend, hijo?" he asks. "Naw... she live here though. Just a friend." I say. I ain't explaining the situation cause her dad and my momma fucking will come up and then I know he'll get that nigga killed in jail and Brooklyn will be all butt hurt and I'm trying to avoid all that.

I can tell he knows I'm hiding something and is just deciding to leave it alone. "What's your name?" he asks her. "Brooklyn. Nice to meet you, sir." she says, shaking his hand like he some kind of celebrity. She acting like she star struck. He chuckles. "Enrique." he introduces himself.

He looks at me. "Where you headed? The city changed so much. Show me around when you find the time. Where is my other boy?" he asks. "Javier sleep with his lil girl. You can roll with me and Brooklyn to go eat if you wanna go." I offer. He grins. "Naw, imma stay here and talk to your idiot ass momma." he says. She narrows her eyes at him as he laughs a little.

"Aight. Imma see you when I get back, pops." I say. He nods his head, not paying me attention as he stares at my momma's body. Since he been in jail, her body matured in a good way, I guess. Niggas stay trying to talk to her. She a nice looking woman. He staring at her like she his fantasy and imma leave them to that.

I don't know why. I just don't really want to leave now. I have this fear of me coming back and him not being here no more but I'm not about to voice that to nobody. I'm keeping it to myself.

Brooklyn and I walk to my truck. "Your dad's dick was on hard when he was staring at her. Even though he's mad at her, he about to murder your momma's pussy." she says, laughing. "Shut yo ass up. I ain't trying to think about him fucking the shit outta her." I say. "How your dumb ass think you got here then? Your daddy looks good though. He so rough and he talks black as hell." she says.

"Mane, don't tell me you checking for my pops too." I say, shaking my head. "I got a thing for fine criminals. I can't help it." she admits, blushing. "Especially Mexican men." she adds. I playfully push her. "Seek help." I demand, laughing.

We get in the truck. "Buckle up, big head. Safety first." she says. "Buckle up to this dick since safety first." I say. "Boy, you ain't ready for this pussy. I'll fuck you into a coma. Have your ass in bliss and wondering where I been your whole life." she says.

I burst into laughter. "Is that so?" I ask, pulling out the driveway. "Sure is." she answers. "So, you bout that action, lil Brooke?" I ask, smirking at her. "Always and forever." she answers. "Yeah, we'll see." I say. Now I wanna see what she about in the bedroom.

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