"Have you ever met a Chi town nigga?
Girl I heard you need a go-getter." - Lil Durk

CHEVY

Violet rolls her eyes at me then hits me in my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her a lil tighter then move the covers so I can feel on her naked půssy some more. "What the hell you hit me for?" I ask, rubbing it She bites her lips. "I can't stand you, you got me sore." she groans. "I beat that shit, huh? I drum lined the fuck out of yo půssy, imma young freaky ass nigga." I say, laughing my ass off.

She laughs. "You still got it, camel face." she says, pulling one of my dreads. I playfully bite all her fingers, making her laugh. "What you thinkin' about?" I ask. "Who said I was thinking?" she asks. I kiss her neck. "Cause I know you, you make a certain face. So, wassup?" I ask. "What if I get pregnant now? Will you leave me with a baby and not care?" she asks. I chuckle. "Hell fuckin' yeah, imma leave yo ass cause I ain't claiming no ugly ass kids and they bound to be hideous if yo ol grimlin lookin ass the momma." I say.

She gasps then tries to get out the bed. I laugh then pull her back down on me. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Violet. I ain't ever dippin' out on my responsibilities, that's some hoe shit and I ain't got respect for niggas who don't take care of they kids. But I didn't get you pregnant today, Imma do it by surprise when I want to." I say. She smirks. "You haven't kissed me since we've seen each other. Why?" she asks. "I love you, but I ain't kissin' you in the mouth til that shit get cleaned, especially if you sucked off my brother." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "I don't feel like I'm good enough for you." she says. "The bad is what makes you good enough. The lil rich hoes ain't shit, I like hood girls. If I didn't think you was good enough, I never would've been cool with you back in the group home, my dad was rich then." I say. "God, I wanna kiss you." she says, staring at my lips. "Well, you gone have to get in that bathroom and thoroughly clean yo mouth, everything you'll need is under the sink." I say. She laughs as she stands. "Such a dummy." she says. I throw a pillow at her bare ass cheeks then laugh as it claps. "Hurry up, I'm trynna hit you with that super soaker dıck again." I say, watching her walk. She just made my life so much better and don't even realize it.

"You miss Chicago?" she asks from the bathroom. "Lil bit... it's all I know. It's still hard adjusting to this shit, all I know Is how to hustle and fight. This rich shit with people waiting on me hand and foot kinda weird." I answer. "I wanna move far away from there and never go back, it's so hateful. Some of the worse things happened there with niggas especially." she says. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. "Not with this Chiraq nigga though, I can treat you special long as you meet me halfway." I say. She smiles then nods her head. I always had dreams of taking her out the hood and building a life with her, not it's time to turn that shit to reality.

PROD

Me and Zaya laid back in our bed in silence. She brought my dinner to me and stared at me the whole time I was eating. We still haven't talked about any of the shit going on. She won't even say too much to me right now but as long as she still here with me, I could care less about her not wanting to talk. I grab her hand then kiss it. "Thank you for not leavin, I love you, baby." I say. I'm trying to do right and I can tell she is too, she ain't as quick to run away from our problems like she used to be.

She lightly smiles. "I let Reshawd get a tattoo." she blurts out. I raise my eyebrow. "Huh?" I ask. That nigga just turned fifteen not too long ago. "I'm sorry, don't be mad... we had a really deep conversation. I let him get it when we went for food, but I told him if he doesn't bring his grades up and straighten his ways, I'm making him get it removed." she says. I shake my head. "Why the fuck you making decisions like that without running it by me, Zavianna? That shit flaw as fuck." I snap at her. She sighs. "Okay, and he told me how you got him high and brought two fucking strippers into this house today. Reshawd broke down and told me everything today, all the bullshit you allowed him to do too so don't snap off on me about a tattoo. A tattoo can't make him a father like those fucking hoe ass strippers you introduce him to can." she goes back off.

I blow. "He getting that shit removed, period." I say. "No, he's not. Leave him alone, you so quick to beat him and cuss him out and I'm so tired of pulling you off him. Leave him the fuck alone, calm your angry ass down sometimes." she says. I narrow my eyes at her. "Straight up, you ain't even his momma so you don't got the right to make no decisions for my kids. Only kids of mine you can do that for is King, Zaria, Naly, and Cèlina. So, shut the fuck up and chill out. What I say goes, he getting that bullshit removed. Fuck what you think and fuck how you feel too." I say.

"Fuck what I think and feel?" she asks, looking away from me. I sigh. "I never should've said that. That's not what I meant." I try to explain. She punches me in my jaw. "Fuck what I think and feel? Mothafucka, that nasty hoe who had him ain't shit and to be honest, you ain't no better, you a fucking awful ass father! I'm a better parent to him than you'll ever be and you know it!" she yells, then storms out onto our balcony.

I rub my jaw then get out the bed. I ain't even trippin', I been with her since I was twenty one years old, I know how she is. When her feelings get hurt, she start talking crazy, then regretting it so it's no point in getting mad at her.

I walk out onto the balcony where she smoking a fat ass blunt. I sit next to her. She passes me the blunt, avoiding eye contact with me. I take a couple hits then give it back. "It is scientifically proven that a couple that get high together stay together. Ion know, I read that shit... I think Oprah said that." I say, coughing and laughing, instantly feeling the high. "You high." she mumbles, trying to stay mad and not laugh.

I chuckle then open my mouth. She blows smoke into my mouth. I close my mouth then open it, releasing the smoke into the air.

"I'm sorry for acting crazy. I should've asked you." she mumbles. "It's straight, I'm sorry too. Imma let him keep it, but one fuck up and you taking him to get it removed. What he get anyways?" I ask, pulling her on my lap. I kiss on the back of her neck while she smokes the blunt. "He got a portrait of me and you on his back. It's nice." she answers. I nod my head.

The balcony doors open up and King, Zaria, and Naly walk in holding Keyair. Ronnie, and Eric's son, Arique walk out behind them. I put the blunt out. "What I tell yall bout coming out here when we smoking? Get the hell in the house." I say, watching Naly giggle as her eyes turn red
"Hell naw, get back in there, out here trying to catch contacts. Yall ain't slick." Zaya fusses, standing.

We walk back in. I pull my shirt off then throw it in the hamper. I sit on my bed with Zaya on my lap. "Why yall in my bed?" I ask them. They all look at each other. Keyair reaches for Zaya. She grabs him then lays back. "Hello? Yall gone talk?" I ask. They smile then jump on my bed. My eyes widen. They know I don't play that.
"I got the sauce, I got the sauce! My daddy a boss, my momma a boss, so I got the sauce!" they scream at the top of they damn lungs, pointing at me and Zaya while they jump in the bed.

Zaya laughs then lets Keyair laugh and jump with them. She stands then jumps. "Heaven, I need a hug, is it anybody out there willing to embrace a thug?" she sings loud as hell with them, jumping in the bed. "Quit jumping in my bed." I say. "Come on, daddy." Keyair says, pulling my finger. "Come on, daddy, do it for me." Naly says, giggling. I blow then stand up. I pick Naly up and jump with her, singing a bunch of random shit with them. I wouldn't trade my kids for shit and I mean it. Lil moments like this mean the world to me, I ain't ever have that growing up.

My phone starts ringing as the kids walk out, leaving only me, Keyair, Zaya, and my grandson, Ronnie. "Granddaddy, why is your ringtone gunshots?" he asks, handing me my phone. "Ion know, go get yo grandma a snack out the kitchen." I say. Je nods his head then walks out.

"You still fucking her?" Zaya asks. "Hell naw, ion know why she calling." I say, then answer Tandy's call. "What?" I ask. "I'm pregnant, mothafucka, and it's yoooooours! Child support gone be waiting for you at the door." she exclaims, laughing with her ratchet ass friends, then hangs up.

TBC...

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