Ruffian 2 (Sequel)

9.

Cain
1 month later
4pm

"Are you  coming out with us again tonight, Shan?" I heard Halima loud ass voice on the phone as BG walked through the crib with this little ass dress on.

"Yes, I'm coming."

"I'm coming. Wait for me." She rushed around, running back and forth through the living room now then back up the staircase.

"I'm still getting ready though."

"I haven't picked the heels I want to wear and I'm not wearing those ugly heels Bianca chose." She went on saying as her voice faded into our room and I sat there smoking my blunt, trying my best to hold my composure.

I sat there blowing smoke through my nose as I clouded the living room with it. It'd been a long ass month in the dog house now and I was practically letting BG do whatever it was she wanted.

I mean, I fucked up so I understood the situation and I understood why she was mad but this shit was becoming a lot on a nigga.

I slept in the cold ass basement every night, I ain't have no pussy in a month, she was going out every other night, dressing like a fucking hoe and I barely was getting time with her.

Shit was fucking with my head and I was tempted to grip her the fuck up and tell her to stop fucking playing with me but that would make the situation worse at the moment.

She was tempting me though and she knew that.

Every night her clothes got shorter and shorter but I guess she just called herself trying to punish a nigga.

Because she knew I wasn't fucking with it.

"Cain, Mya wants to come down." BG called to me, standing at the top of the steps now with her phone to her ear still and I put my blunt in between my lips while I pulled out a wrap to roll another.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be smoking in the crib like this and I usually didn't, considering my daughter be all over this motherfucker. Plus BG hated when I smoked in the crib but a nigga was stressing.

"Aight, give me five." I told her, knowing I needed to get high if I was going to keep sitting here and letting her play in my face.

"Daddy will come get you when he's done, okay?" I heard her say to Mya and she agreed before she took her back into her room.

I sat there a minute contemplating if I was gone roll this next blunt now before BG instantly came waltzing down the staircase.

She came down the steps slowly as her heels clacked against the marble flooring and she placed her hands at the bottom of the little ass red dress she had on, holding it down so it wouldn't come up.

The dress was tiny as shit, she had on these tall ass heels too and a face full of makeup with her hair down her ass.

I couldn't help but to laugh angrily to myself.

I licked my lips, still not saying shit about it though. Just allowing my girl to have it her way at the moment because one wrong move, one wrong word and a nigga would be labeled the worst nigga in the world for reacting.

Then I'd get kicked out the crib all together, when she was already pretending that was the case anyway.

Crib I pay all the bills for. I thought, scoffing to myself.

"Babe."

"Can you please help me?" She ended up calling for me as she stopped in the middle of the staircase, almost falling in the heels she had on.