Christon
This pregnancy stuff was for the birds. Everything Jenn went through I was experiencing. She started to gain weight and my jaws were getting puffy. If she ached, I ached. Shit I caught myself dipping pickles in ice cream a few times. Doc said it was some shit called Couvade Syndrome. She said it may have been happening since we did lose our first child- and we were both a little nervous.
I was at the warehouse with the boys, and Raf. I was trying hard to concentrate but the only thing I could think about was fucking Jenn senseless.
"Aye son, where yo head at today?" Raf asked, interrupting the impure thoughts going through my head.
"Jenn pussy" I admitted, adjusting my front.
"Nigga take yo nasty ass in the bathroom- and wash yo fucking hands. Nasty ass mothafucker. Yo ass bet not touch the King either. Brother or not- yo ass is still considered a pauper amongst royalty." Devil grumbled, scooting over.
"Keep talking shit and watch I give you your medicine." I threatened, waving the syringe.
His Doctor gave us permission when he was younger to always keep a needle just in case his spells got too bad. Thankfully we never had to use one. I liked scaring his ass though.
I heard him mumble something
"Yeah, babe this nigga threatening me. Know I don't like needles" He muttered
"Nigga, did you just call Chris to complain?" Scar bellowed, shaking his head.
"So what? A nigga can complain to his woman if he wants to"
Raf and Aug started laughing
"Back to you young blood- sounds like you are experiencing that good ole Couvade Syndrome. I had that with everyone of my daughters. Sex is amazing- but the symptoms are horrible.
"Yes, I have to agree with you on that" I mumbled, looking at Scar.
"Scar what's the deal with court?"
"I got an appeal set for Friday. Mike wants Lani and I to have full custody of their son. Lani is all for it- but I'm having mixed feelings. I don't want to get attached to him for one of them to snatch him back." he explained.
"They can't. Once he signs, or they both sign those papers he is legally a Santiago by law. They would end up having to go back to court and fighting for custody. Considering Ang track record- it ain't happening."Devil interjected, rolling a blunt.
We sometimes forget this nigga went to school to be a lawyer.
"You sure Devil"
"Yeah, my nigga. I never steered you wrong before" he quipped, smiling a little.
"Yeah, you have" Aug commented, pearling the blunt he just rolled.
"Nigga who asked scrawny McGee?" Devil retorted
"I gotta blunt, and ya can't have none" Aug teased, waving the blunt back and forth.
He lit it and took a pull.
"We bout tah play puff puff- and pass Devil" he laughed, taking another pull passing it to Raf.
Raf pulled, passed it to Scar, and then me. We did that for about three minutes before Devil erupted
"Ya'll some mothafukin simple minded infants" he snarled.
"You want a shot gun big bro?" I questioned, trying to stifle my laughter.
"Shot gun this dick bitch"
We all fell out laughing
I passed him the blunt, and he smoked the rest of what was left.
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The Santiago Cartel
General FictionGrowing up in the cartel has its perks... money, nice houses, fast cars, expensive clothes, and of course hoes. Luis raised them to protect themselves, and Kamila taught them to respect all women even if they were hoes. After Luis's death the cartel...