Karma 2

Keon's Part

Since linking with this nigga Dre money been flowing better. I could see the hustler and real nigga in his eyes when we first met through Flock. He loved his son and i respected it but he treated his woman like trash. Nani beautiful as hell and smart too. She different than most women i've come across and i want her. My bitch cool...She can cook , clean, and shuts the fuck up for the most part but it was something about Nani that i couldn't shake besides her beautiful face and curves. I left Shamira at home and went out to the club . Dre and his girl was there sitting in the Vip section. I walked in and my eyes instantly fell on Nani. She was wearing a tight red dress and her hair in long curls.

"Waddup , waddup."I smiled slapping Dre's hand and hugging Nani.

"Same ole same ole. What you doin here?"Dre asked

I sat down in the seat in front of him and folded my hands.

"Money been flowin good. Just came to a tell you i'm glad to have you my own team."

"Awee nigga stop the soft shit you know my bro."Dre smiled hugging me.

"Fasho. So i came to buss it up and take down a coupla shots."I said snapping my finger at a waitress nearby.

"Aight cool."

We chopped it up for a little then Dre went off into the crowd leaving me and Nani in the section by ourselves. I admired her beauty and her lips .My dick got hard instantly imagining them wrapping around my dick . She was the shit and any man would want her. She needed me...A tall darkskinned man walked up to her tryna holla at her and she curved him . A couple minutes later Dre walked in stumbling and knocked her drink out of her hand.

"You talkin to niggas now."Dre yelled . I stood up and grabbed his hand after he punched Nani.

"Come on now she's a female! She wasn't sayin nothing to that nigga!"I yelled at Dre.

"Get your hands off me nigga this is my woman!"Dre yelled, grabbing my shirt. I looked down at his hand on my chest and beat him in the head with my gun. Nani started screaming and trying to pull me away from him.

"Keon! Please stop!"Nani yelled.

"Get your coat on i'll have my homie Jay take you home."I said motioning for Jay to come over.

Nani grabbed her purse and jacket and followed Jay out to the car.

I bent down and tapped Dre on the head. He was breathing but was out cold. I walked out of the club and wiped my gun off before getting into the car. Nani was crying and blowing her nose when i got in.

"Chill shawty ...you cool now."I said.

"Thank you ."She said turning her head towards the window.

"No problem...why you wit main man?He don't treat you right?"I said.

"Our son...he deserves a two parent household."

"He doesn't deserve to see his mother unhappy." I said.

"Thank you for the ride."She said getting out of the car and walking into her house. We drove back to the crib and Shamira was sleep when i walked in our room. My daughter Zaniyaa had music playing in her room and my son Brent was in his room playing the playstation. We had Zaniyaa when we were 15 years old . At 19 she was the owner of her own makeup and hair store, she graduated from high school and is in college. I couldn't be more proud of her. Brent is 17 and still in highschool and has a job. Sure we had money but i taught both of my kids how to get it on their own. I hopped in the shower and climbed in bed. Shamira rubbed up against me and was tryna fuck but i wasn't for it tonight.My mind was elsewhere and i was thinking about Jania Flores.

The next day i headed to the basketball court to play with Jay and Brent. The first time in a couple days that i could just chill. My phone started ringing and it was Dre.

"Come on dad don't answer that right now."Brent said.

"One second son."I said stepping away and answering my phone.

"We need to talk."Dre said

"Aight i'm spendin time with my son ... imma fuck with you later."I said hanging up. I put the phone in my pocket and went bac to playing ball. I hope this nigga ain't on nut shit because of the other night. I played ball with Brent and Jay for a little before we headed back to the crib. I stood outside of our crib admiring it before walking in. At 15 years old i jumped off the porch selling drugs, working at a landfill under the table, cooking platters,doing anything to make money so Zaniyaa ain't want for shit. At 17 a couple days before Zaniyaa turned two we bought our first crib and three years after that bought our mansion.Shamira always was a workaholic but after having Brent she got the baby blues and got hooked on drugs. She spent a couple years struggling before getting right. Now I don't let her work, she can sit home and relax. She gave me everything and then some.She deserved to relax. We had 8 bedrooms , a game room, a finished basement, and a indoor pool. I walked into the house and went to my man cave to unwind. I turned on the TV and watched a movie before i had to speak to Dre. This nigga really changed everything after that shit he pulled the other night. There are two kinds of men that I don't like: a child molester and a woman beater.