"B-But no, why did you hit my mommy?!" The six year old boy whimpered to his dad, earning himself a hard slap onto his face.
"Stop fucking crying, you are a boy you can't be shedding no tear like you some type of bitch, you hear me?" The father hove...
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"Bro what this shit for?" Nardo barged in already asking Isaiah questions.
It was almost midnight and Tada called Nardo to a trap house for "business talk."
Little do he know, he'll be living his past again.
"Just sit down, it's important," Tada instructed making Nardo scrunch his face up, he hated being told what to do.
"Nigga, who is he?" He pointed to Tada's homeboy, Bam Bam.
"This my mans Bam Bam, he gon help me. Nigga just sit down." Tada sucked his teeth at Nardo nonchalant ways.
Tada knew what the two father put Nardo through but he couldn't do anything because they don't even have the same mother.
They were introduced after their father got locked up for the death of Nardo's mother, which was about 14 years ago.
Tada was about ten raising a six year old, he held up to his word that he wasn't going to let anything or body harm Nardo again though.
"Rich get out next month, he gon be searching for us. You know that right?" Tada told Nardo. straight up, he kept a blank face but Tada could tell by his eyes his heart dropped.
"How you know he gon be looking for us?" Nardo inquired, "My nigga locked up right now, he cool with that nigga and he told me Rich be bragging you his son or some shit and my homeboy know i'm cool with his brother so you know i can't have y'all go out looking sad." Bam Bam explained shrugging his shoulders.
"Just kill him before he get to us, simple." Nardo cringed and Tada rolled his eyes at him.
"You act like it's that fucking serious Horace! Focus damn," Tada raised his voice at Nardo.
"Yo momma would tell you to chill the fuck out right now, you freaking out but you keep tryna act like you not, look at ya fucking demeanor and straighten up, my nigga." Tada continued pushing on Nardo's chest.
"Nigga you don't fucking know my mother, watch ya mouth, 'fore i gotta watch it for you," Nardo gritted out standing up as his fist clenched.
"Fuck thats a threat, li' nigga? I'a fold ya bitch like a pretzel," Tada challenged back, also getting in Nardo face, dominating in height.
