So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,16

every right to be.

I reached over the seat and popped Devin upside the head. “Apologize to her. Right now!”

Devin huffed out somethin’ insincere.

“He’s just a child,” I reminded Mika.

“Well his mama needs her ass kicked for not teaching him to respect grownups,” she said and put the car in gear and pulled off.

While she drove I checked my cell and saw that Mo’ had been blowin’ it up. Damn, I had to think of somethin’ to tell her to excuse why I hadn't answered her calls or came home last night. There was always later for that though.

I had Mika to drive me over to Luscious crib to get my whip. When we pulled up to Luscious’ apartment the sun was just beginning to close its eyes. In the parking lot, my eyes allowed me to see that the punk bitch had keyed some fuck shit on my whip. “I’m ‘bout to fire off on this hoe’s ass fa real now!” I growled. ‘Cause every female should kno’ that you don’t fuck up a niggas money or his ride.

“Baby, don’t let her play you out of pocket again. That’s what she’s trying to do,” Mika gently said, rubbing my arm to keep me calm.

I heard her, but I wasn't listening. I hopped out of the car and banged on Luscious' door. She didn't answer. I realized that her car wasn't in its parking space. The punk bitch was lucky she wasn’t at home, or she would’ve gotten it real good. Now, I had to drive around wit’ that fuck shit keyed on my whip.

"Go on home, shawdy. I’ll hit you later. And thanks again,” I told Mika.

"Okay, baby. Remember what I said, don't let her play you into the penitentiary," she advised once more.

I promised not to, but some promises must be broken.

I was steaming as I drove Devin home to his mama. The heat inside my head went up even more when I got to Chunuchi’s spot and saw my nigga, Fatal’s, lime green Escalade on twenty-four inch rims parked in her drive.

"So, this is how they're doing it?" I spoke to myself.

I was about to make the punishment fit the crime. I reached under my seat and grabbed my Glock ‘cause I was gonna confront Fatal, and I knew he wasn’t pussy. We had hit a few licks together, and he had proven that he’d let that hammer bang.

“C’mon, Devin,” I said to my son. We got out the car and walked up to the door. I rung the bell and waited.

When Chunuchi answered the door, the rat bitch was wearing a tee the size of yarn string and boy shorts that slid right up the slit of her pussy. I pushed right on pass her. Fatal was parlayin’ on the couch burnin’ a blunt.

“Devin, go to yo’ room,” I instructed my son so that he would be out of harm’s way. When he hesitated, I popped him on the arm, and he complied.

“This how you doing it, fam’?” I asked Fatal after easing my strap from my waistline.

“Shawdy say she don’t fuck wit’ you no mo’. So what’s yo’ beef?” he responded and stood to his feet. I could see the print of his banger underneath his tee shirt. I lifted my gaze from his waist to his eyes, and we stared each other down.

“Still, fam’ don’t fuck behind fam’,” I reminded him.

“Nigga, you shoulda thought ‘bout that when you ran up in Mika,” he snarled, unleashing all of the hater inside of him.

Fatal had tried to holla at Mika first, but she straight up told him that she was sweatin’ my swag. When I asked him if he had a problem wit’ me gettin’ at Mika, he was like, “Na, Homie. It’s Gucci.” Now two years later, he was on some bullshit ‘bout it. Ugly ass nigga had been salty on the DL all that time, I realized.

“So that’s what this ‘bout?” I grilled him.

“I don’t owe you no explanation. Check yo’ bitch,” he countered.

Chunuchi’s dumb ass cried, “I ain’t his bitch no mo’.”

I looked at her and hawked a glob of spit dead in her face. “You damn sho’ not.”

"You nasty fucka!" she hissed as she used the back of her hand to wipe the saliva off her face.

I mushed her head back and said to her and Fatal, “Don’t let what y’all do touch my son or it’s on.”

“I’m a bear. I shit in the woods and wipe my ass wit’ rabbits like you,”