Do it Again

Part 16

-Kerry-

Me: So call your dad

Michael: what is he gon do? He handed the business down to me cause he got too old for this shit

Me: but he could probably tell you what to do, Mike you running out of options

If Michael didn't have the money that Speed (aka Speedo) and Nico wanted, his ass was grass and his girl was dead. Michael looked up at the ceiling as if He was searching for answers.

Me: call him Mike

He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone. He scrolled until he found his dad and sent the call through.

Me: put it on speakerphone

Michael pressed the speaker button and the phone rang.

Micah: You know you done Fucked up right?

Michael: what?

Micah: How did you come up short, I thought you had the business under control

Michael: I did but ass and liquor ain't selling like it used to. I had to go back to the drug game.

Micah: you should have called me sooner. Speed told me everything son, I don't know if I can help you. You owe $500,000 Michael.

Michael: I know...but they got Tia pops.

There was a long pause.

Micah: isn't she pregnant?

Michael looked at me confused, and I jerked my head back. This was the first I heard of it.

Michael: no...

Micah cleared his throat.

Micah: Isnt. She. Pregnant?

Michael: Why do you keep asking me that?

Micah: tell me I didn't raise you to be this clueless son. If Tia is "pregnant", they won't kill her. They have an underground adoption agency. Son they'll keep her until the term is over, sell the baby and then kill her.

Damn, stealing babies? That's messed up.

Michael: but she's not pregnant dad

Me: So say she is Michael damn man

I covered my mouth and Michael looked at me. Damn if looks could kill. I was sorry for my outburst, but I was tired of witnessing how slow he really was.

Micah: I don't know who that was, and I don't care. She's right. You have at least three months to get their money before they realize her stomach's not getting any bigger.

Michael closed his eyes and sighed a breath of relief.

Michael: iight. Thanks dad, take care.

Micah: I'm getting too old for this shit

Micah hung up and I laughed.

Me: Well it looks like you know what you gotta do sir

Michael paced and smiled.

Michael: Three months...I can do that

We had to hustle, and hustle hard for the next ninety days.