PROD

Zaya just got to my house with the kids. She told me what happened and I'm waiting on Cèlina at the door.

I open it for them. All of my kids pile into the house, hugging me except King. He still mad at me. "Dang, daddy, why you at the door like this beyond scared straight? " Chevy asks. I mug him then push him out my way. "Gotdamn." he mumbles, rubbing his shoulder. His grown ass childish as hell. Eighteen years old and still a baby.

Cèlina steps in, staring at the floor. Zaya follows her then rolls her eyes at me. We got into the stupidest argument on the planet before she came over here. I told her I was gone take the kids to a beach in the hood out here, she said hell no cause the water dirty and got sand fleas in it. I told her I'm grown, she got mad and shit went left. Two people who love to argue is some crazy ass shit.

"Hey, daddy." Cèlina says, hugging me. I push her off me, making her gasp. "Lock the door." I calmly say to Zaya. She locks it. The house falls silent as everybody watch me stare at Cèlina.

"Dang, daddy, you staring into her future, ain't it? Can you tell me what she'll eat tomorrow?" Chevy jokingly asks. I slap his dolphin lookin ass in his mouth. Grown or not, ion give a fuck.

"Why are you looking like this?" Cèlina mumbles. "Hand me your phone." I calmly say, glaring in her eyes as she trembles. "Huh?" she asks. "Huh? Don't say no mothafuckin' huh to me! Ian ask yo yellow ass for no fucking huh! I said hand me the fucking phone, now! If I gotta take it my gotdamn self, I'm cutting two of yo fucking fingers off then flushing them bitches right along with your phone! Think I'm bullshittin!" I snap at her.

She starts crying and shaking as she reaches in her purse. "Cèlina, if you don't get that bitch in my hand in the next two seconds I swear this shit ending even uglier. Ain't finna be no pretty ending no way." I say. She unlocks it in her purse, trying to delete something. I snatch the whole bag, making her stuff fly everywhere. "You think I'm stupid? You think I can't see yo ass trynna delete shit?" I yell, grabbing her phone.

Something red and very familiar catches my eyes. I bend over and pick up the red lace thong that fell out her bag. "Oh, God." she mumbles. "Zaya, this look familiar?" I sarcastically ask. "What in the hell, Cèlina?" Zaya snaps. I snatch Cèlina's chin, making her look at me. "Why the fuck you got this shit? See, I knew I wasn't crazy. I got that shit made by a top lingerie designer for yo momma on a real special night and it just mysteriously came up missing. Wanna explain how yo thieving ass got it? The hell you got a thong for first of all, and why the fuck you stealing yo momma's drawls?" I ask her, trying to calm myself before I rip her bones out then poke her eyes out with em.

"I wanted to look sexy." Cèlina says. Reshawd and Chevy bust out laughing. They tried to hold it in and first. I don't even blame em for laughing at how stupid she sounded.

"Sexy? You wanna look sexy? What the fuck you mean you wanna look sexy? Sexy shouldn't even be a word in yo vocabulary. I got yo sexy though. Hold on." I snap at her, walking off.

I head up the stairs then open my drawer. I grab a brand new pack of my granny's big hot air balloon looking underwear she left over my house then walk back down there. I toss the underwear at her face. "You wanna be sexy? Fine, I got some sexy bloomers for that sexy ass. You sexy, right?" I ask, smirking as the boys laugh at her. "Daddy got her bloomers, aww shit!" Chevy yells, jumping around and laughing with tears rolling down his face.

"I am not wearing this bullshit so you can shove it up your black ass!" Cèlina screams at me.

I raise my eyebrow then snatch her off the floor by her ponytail. She screams, clearly scared as her legs dangle. "Who the hell you talking to?" I ask. "You." she whispers. "When the fuck she grow some balls?" Reshawd mumbles to himself.

I drop her on the floor then slap her in her mouth, making blood leak everywhere and her scream. I watch her crying, feeling no remorse for doing that. She need to get put in check.

"I hate you!" she screams. Any other nigga would be somewhere hurt if they daughter screamed that at them but not me. I pick her up over my shoulder then walk out on the patio with her kicking and screaming. I lift her body over the rail. "Say one more fucking thing and I promise you imma drop you and watch you die then feel no remorse for the shit." I say.

She starts screaming, begging me to not drop her. "I'm sorry!" she screams. I pull her back on the patio then take my belt off. "Pants down." I demand. "Daddy, I'm a girl. You can't do that." she mumbles, looking terrified. "And the sky is blue, the fuck is your point?" I dryly ask her.

"What I say? Why your pants still on?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest. "Daddy, I can't." she mumbles. I swing the belt, slapping her in her mouth with it. "That's for talkin' to yo momma like you crazy and if you don't drop yo pants right now, Cèlina!" I yell at her.

She nervously pulls her pants down. "Oh, hell naw." I say, beating her ass with the belt. Not only does she have on one of Zaya's thongs, she wrote some lil nigga name on her thigh with a heart next to it.

"You got me fucked up." I say, still beating her ass. "Daddy, I'm sorry!" she screams, balling up. I swing the belt at her arm. "You sorry? Fuck yo sorry! You don't disrespect yo momma like that!" I yell at her. She sits up then starts sniffling. "You disrespect her." she mumbles.

I sit down infront of her. "This ain't got shit to do with me. Don't disrespect her. She made a lot of sacrifices for you, believe it or not. The reason she didn't bring you around me back then was to protect you. She didn't want shit to happen to you cause of me. Imagine being married to a man and keeping the fact you had his daughter a secret from him, then trying to balance flying to another city to see her without getting caught." I say. "That's crazy." she mumbles. "You only get one momma, Cèlina. You can call her whatever you wanna call her but you could never say she ain't a good momma. You don't realize how blessed you are. You know besides the twins and Naly, you the only one of my kids with a stable momma and that's only cause yall got the same mom, Zaya?" I ask. "The rest of them know their moms." she says. I chuckle. "DJ, Jay, and Eric momma a blood and she an alcoholic sex crazed bitch and that's why they so reckless now. The shit they been through made em not even care. Then you got Reshawd momma. She was a crackhead and she never wanted him. She say she off the drugs but she lied, I saw the shit on her nose. Then it's Chevy momma. She was a good momma at some point. Then she met a nigga that beat his ass all the time and she sent him off to a group home." I say. "Did you kill him?" she asks. "Damn right." I answer.

"How about Heaven and Holland? Do they have the same mom?" she asks. I shake my head, no. "No. I have no idea where Holland's momma at. She just moved on with life and didn't care about Holland. Heaven's momma Carlissa still in Cali, she stay in South Central. I mean... her momma a prostitute. She wanted Heaven to follow her footsteps, which is why Heaven lived with me her whole life. Prince and Kwame got the same momma, they from the Dominican Republic. They momma a crachead but I killed that bitch so it don't matter. Nugget's momma was normal. She was Reshawd's auntie. She died in a car crash." I say. She looks at me funny. "Wait... ew, so Nugget and Reshawd are cousins? And only a year apart?" she exclaims. I slowly nod my head, yes. "Yes. They double kin. Brothers and cousins." I say. "Ew, daddy, you get around." she says. I laugh cause it's true. I was a young nigga fallin' off in everybody půssy. I even fucked Holland's grandma one time but she'll never know that.

I stare at Cèlina. "What?" she mumbles. I open my arms up for her. She hugs me then starts crying in my chest. "What's going on with you?" I ask. "I just want yall to pay me attention, daddy. Yall never do. Yall only care about each other and all the drama yall have going on but not me." she sobs.

"Why you acting crazy instead of just telling me?" I ask. "Because yall never try to listen to me." she mumbles. "My bad but don't ever act out for attention. You know I love all my kids and I wouldn't purposely make you feel like that so I'm sorry. We can do whatever you wanna do when you get off punishment." I say. "Punishment?" she exclaims. I chuckle, nodding my head yes. "Fuck you thought, you still ain't off the hook." I say. She smiles. "I can't even get mad." she mumbles. "Apologize to yo momma." I say. Her eyes light up. "Oooh, I have an idea! Let's both apologize to her since you did her wrong and I did too." she says. I raise my eyebrow. "Cool. Now?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "No. We gotta make it special. Come on, let's plan it." she says, grabbing my hand and standing. "First, me, you, and Shawd gotta go somewhere. Go change clothes." I say, walking into the house.

"Where we going?" she asks. "Quit asking." Shawd groans, sitting next to me, lighting my blunt for me. He hands it to me. I put it to my lips, clearing my mind.

We just pulled up to my warehouse. "What's this?" Cèlina asks. I ignore her then get out the car. All of us walk in then down the stairs. She gasps. "Jacob?" she screams, tearing up. "You thought I was gone let the fact you fucking off with his grown ass go?" I ask, walking over to him with my crow bar. "Please, mon!" he screams. I draw back then slap him in his eye with it, making him and Cèlina scream. "Daddy, don't! I'm pregnant with his baby!" Cèlina screams.

TBC...

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