Ruffian 2 (Sequel)

10.

Cain
Moments later
7pm

"Look, daddy!" Mya yelled to me as we walked into the crib and I looked at what she was. She watched as she sat on the all white couch in the living room, with her chocolate ice cream cone in her hand, bouncing up and down.

"Nah."

"Get off the couch with that ice cream, babygirl."

"Yo' mama gon' fuckin' kill me." I expressed to her and she laughed at me before getting off the couch like I said.

When she did, she sat on her mat on the floor and I turned the tv on for her before I sat down on the couch myself.

It'd been a long ass day but I spent most of my day with my daughter and at the bank, trying to make sure my accounts looked straight. Considering a nigga was still paying bills, for my mama, Halima and my own little family.

Shit, I just wanted to make sure my money was looking right and thought it was, I still had an itch for the streets. More so, because being at home was starting to feel like punishment for a nigga.

Which it was, in BG mind.

I mean, I had texted her and asked her if we could end all this shit and get back to our real life and she ain't even respond to me.

Shit ain't even deliver like she blocked a nigga or something.

She ain't even realize though that this shit was taking us 100 steps back. I was ready to propose to her, make her my wife and move forward with our lives.

Without these hoes, without the streets and without outside people in our fucking business.

Now, it was like we was starting all over again from the beginning.

And if she was gone playing these games with a nigga, have me waiting in the dog house and wondering when the fuck she was gone forgive me then I might as well leave and go be in the streets.

I obviously wasn't needed in her situation.

Scoffing to myself, I pulled my phone out once I felt that shit buzzing in my pockets. When I did, I saw that it was my mama calling.

"What's up, mama?" I answered almost immediately, slouching in the chair as I grabbed my already rolled blunt from behind my ear.

"Hello, son."

"How are you? How's everything?" She went on asking and I sighed, dropping the blunt into my lap as I sat there thinking long and hard.

"I ain't never get the chance to propose, ma." I admitted to her, knowing that was the reason she was probably calling anyway.

"Oh no!"

"What happened?"

"What did you do, Cairo?" She automatically assumed, treating a nigga exactly like she used to.

"Why it gotta be me, mama?" I couldn't help but to ask her and she laughed as if it was funny but it wasn't to me.

"Because I know my son." She clarified while I licked my lips angrily.

"And I also know that's probably why, Shanell has been out here, ripping and running the streets with Lima and Markeeda and them every night."

"Obviously trying to be away from you." She went on, obviously already knowing half of the situation so I didn't even waste time beating around the bush.

"She mad about sum' old shit, mama." I spoke up for myself, tired of all of this girly shit.

All the females around me was so fucking emotional, they could never realize when a nigga was trying to do something good.