Ruffian (Completed)

17.

Cain
Minutes later

"Yo, Cairo, we bout' to spend the block real quick."

"Got sum' money to make, nigga." Lante told me and I nodded, dabbing him up.

"Aight, I'a see yall niggas later then."

"I'm gon' chill with babygirl for the day." I explained to him and he nodded, dabbing Mya up too afterwards.

"I'a see you later too shawty, aight?"

"Keep your pops up." Was all he said to her and she smiled as they all walked away and I made my way all the up the stairs to the top floor where Lima's crib was.

"Cain." I then heard somebody call my name and I stopped in my tracks, looking back as Mya looked too to see who it was.

"Hey." The girl standing in her doorway spoke and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, considering I ain't know the bitch but she obviously knew me.

"What's up, ma? Who you?" I licked my lips as she waved and I took a minute to do a once over her as I looked at her from head to toe.

"Got damn." I said to myself, seeing that she looked good as hell and I'd never seen her before.

"What's yo' name-" I started but stopped as I instantly broke focus, realizing I still had Mya with me.

"Daddy." She smacked my face with both of her hands, making me look at her.

"Yes, babygirl." I answered, going up the next flight of steps, forgetting about the bitch as my sister stood in the doorway looking at me.

"Foul." Was all she said as I walked passed her and into her crib.

I ignored her completely, not even listening to what ever the fuck she was talking about as I put all my focus on Mya now.

"Daddy missed you, baby. You missed me?" I asked her as I plopped down onto the couch and she smiled, sitting down in my lap.

"Uh huh." She nodded, pointing to my face.

"What happened?" She asked as I rubbed my finger over where she was pointing and it was small cut on my cheek from the knife I was using to stab that nigga CJ up a few weeks back but I shrugged it off.

"I don't know, baby. I don't know where it came from." I told her and she looked at me with worry in her eyes.

"Well, you need a bandaid, daddy."

"Mommy says when you get a boo boo to put a bandaid on it." She went on saying to me and I turned my lip up at the thought of her mom.

Dumb ass broad. I thought to myself.

"Did you hear me? Mommy says put a band aid on it." She complained now and I nodded.

"Aight."

"I'a go get one in a second." I told her and she laughed at me when I did.

"But it's been already one second, daddy." She blurted out, making me smile.

"Aight, baby." I chuckled to myself, putting her down as I stood to my feet and walked to the bathroom in the back.

I stood in the mirror for a minute, looking at my cut before I opened the cabinet and grabbed a bandaid from there.

As I did, I zoned out, thinking back to a month ago. My mind was still playing tricks on me. A nigga really had information on BG, on my baby mom, and regardless if that shit was true or not, that shit turned my stomach.

Damn near 11 years with the bitch and ain't nobody ever speak crazy on her or have shit to say about her because couldn't nobody say shit about her. She was mine. I was her first and only. So hearing that shit coming from another nigga mouth, from my homie's
mouth, I couldn't take it lightly.

Regardless if it was true or not, just being able to speak on BG like had me on ten. That's why that nigga had to go and I had to let her go too in a different way because that shit was foul.

I ain't respect it and I no longer respected her.

Shit should've never even came up. If she was going to be mine then she had to be all mine but now I felt like the bitch was for everybody.

So I would let the streets have her.

I just wanted my daughter from her and I was going to do everything I could to take her. And if she snitched or made it harder for me, I would hurt her.

That bitch owed me 11 years and I was going to make her life hell.

"Can I have some money?" I heard, breaking me away from my thoughts as Lima came up behind me, making me furrow my eyebrows in the mirror.

"What?" I looked at her through the mirror before turning around to look at her.

"Fuck you need money for now?" I asked her and she smacked her lips, shifting her weight onto her hip.

"Does it matter? I just need it for something important. I can't tell you what it is though." Was she said and I slanted my lips, looking at her.

"If it's $300 dollars then no." I spat smartly to her and she gasped, throwing something at me and I dodged it, laughing.

"Bitch, I am not pregnant. Don't fuckin' play with me."

"But seriously, brother, I need it." She went on calling me brother now, that's how I knew she was on bullshit.

"For what, Halima?"

"I just paid all yo' shit. What more do you need, cuh?" I asked, turning my lip up as I walked out of the bathroom, back toward the living room as she followed closely behind me.

"I just need it." She went on begging and I shook my head.

"Man.." I trailed off as Mya stood to her feet and came over to me again.

"Aight, bro. I'a think about it."

"I'a let you know in a minute, don't get on my fuckin' nerves." Was all I said to her and she nodded happily before making her way out of the living room.

"Aye, hold up." I spoke in a matter fact tone.

"Who that lil' bitch that live right under you?" I went on asking her about the shawty downstairs that'd just spoke to me.

"Oh, Kia?" She scoffed after thinking about it for a minutes and I raised my eyebrows, looking at her.

"Kia? That's her name?" I went on asking and she nodded.

"Yeah. That's some girl I went to high school with."

"Me, her and Shanny all used to hang together everyday in first and second period." She went on saying obliviously and I smirked to myself, looking down at Mya as she now watched TV in my lap.

"Oh aight." Was all I said, nodding my head and she walked off completely as I picked my brain for my next move.

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