Ruffian 2 (Sequel)

4.

Cain

"So what's up, nigga?"

"Whatchu' wanted to talk about?" My brother went on asking me as we walked into my mama crib, plopping down onto the couches across from each other.

My mama was in the kitchen with Mya as we sat in the living room and I couldn't even get my words out as I stumbled over them.

A nigga was nervous.

"Nigga.." He trailed off, making me laugh and I sighed heavily before digging into my pockets.

I pulled out money, small bags of weed, crack and this new drug this nigga had me holding before I reached what I was really looking for.

When I did, I pulled it out and this nigga looked at me with pure disappointment in his eyes as I chuckled to myself.

"Nah.."

"I know that ain't-" He started but stopped as I looked at him, nodding.

"That's a fuckin' ring, nigga?" He spat seriously, turning his lip up at me as I opened the black box.

When I did, the small light shined down on the rock I had for BG. Shit, I was scared and nervous to do it but I knew that I wanted to.

I had to.

I really wanted to marry my girl.

Plus I knew it was time. It's been 12 years now with her since high school days and she gave me my daughter early, now I was just waiting for my son for this shit to be complete.

It's just, I couldn't touch her or fuck her unless I had a condom on and I was tired of feeling like an outsider in my own shit.

With my daughter and my girl.

I knew we had a rough past so I couldn't really blame her for the way she felt. I put my girl through a lot of shit, especially the last time she was pregnant.

I was being a dumb nigga and I wasn't thinking straight, putting the streets before her and my kid.

I figured if I took that next step and took the initiative then she wouldn't mind letting me fuck raw and giving me another seed.

Something that she told me that she didn't want but I did.

One more at least.

Then after that, I wouldn't make her have no more unless she asked me to.

"I'm gon' ask BG to marry me, bro." I spoke seriously, looking down at the shit.

"Tonight." I urged and he looked at me in disbelief, considering I never talked about marriage or no shit like that because that wasn't my thing before.

It's just BG had been opening my eyes to new shit these passed two years. I wanted to give her everything a nigga had now because without her and my daughter, I had nothing anyway.

"Bro-" He started but stopped, shaking his head.

"You really that deep into that shit?"

"You done with the street and now you bout' to marry her?"

"With all this fuckin' money out here? All this fuckin' money we supposed to be gettin." He spat angrily like I knew he would be but I'm a grown ass man, it wasn't shit he could tell me about my decision.

I wanted to marry my girl.

"Fuck you think mama and Halima bills ain't got to get paid because you want to be in love, nigga?" He spat, making me turn my lip up at him like he was crazy.