Roman
I cant believe Sandra's son.. Well our fifteen year old son Rj shot Jada. When i was 27 in the prime of the stroke game Sandra was my bottom bitch, the Bonnie to my Clyde. Anyway I knocked her up & she had my first born my son Roman Ross Jr. I love Sandra to a point in life, but she wasn't the one. When i met Jada the world stopped, my stomach turn flips. She was 17 & finna be senior in highschool. Even though I was 39 at the time, I've always had game. I always took care of myself thats why i was blessed with the body of a man half my age. As smooth as i was, you know she didn't even give me any play.
"Ding dong" my doorbell sounded out through my guest house. I couldn't return the home I shared with Jada just yet. I grabbed my shirt off the night stand along side my bed & slid on my nike slides. "I'm coming," i yelled towards the door as I pulled my grey & white nike shirt over my head. I opened the door & it was one of my hoes Remy. "Hey daddy, I came a little early too straighten up & pack your bag for the hospital." I let her in & she proceeded to the kitchen "You hungry," she asked me. "Naw."
My son was in prison for killing his stepmother. The love of my life was gone & our daughter was fighting for her life. My life was in shambles. I am not a bad guy. I never put my hands on my hoes or forced them to do anything. I simply just gave them a home, a family, a job, security & of course good dick. I respected them as women & kept all of 500 & counting of them dressed in designer. Manicure & Pedicure every 2 weeks including entire body waxes. I was like the King & they were my concubines.
I was 4 when my father left my mom and 5 years after that, she left me on the steps of his white mother's house. My grams was as racist as they come. My father's folks were raised in Georgia & were taught to hate at an early age. My mother met my father up in Chicago & they fell in love, I suppose. Grams resentment of my father's love for my mom showed in the beatings & humliation i endured, but I never let it consume me.
"All set, Daddy" Remy spoke. I eased out the bed on cue she started to make it up. Remy was 5'11, big chinky brown eyes, high cheek bones, hershey skin tone & big breast. She was fit to be a model, instead of selling her body to the highest bidder for me. She looked at me & licked her lips before she spoke,"You need anything & i mean anything at all, before we leave Daddy?" I could feel my magic wand swelling but now wasn't the time. "Naw," i spoke before I grabbed my black & red jordan gym bag she stuffed my clothes into.
I need help raising Royal but being a man, I couldn't allow a hoe to raise my daughter. See, Jada was different. She was forced to sell herself by her pedophile uncle who had been raping her & her sisters since they were 6. I deaded him first chance I got & made her mine. But karma's such a bitch Royal could also be the seed of the last john Jada had. After I first saw her though, Ik i would love her regardless.
We arrived at the hospital & took the back entrance through the er. I watched a few of the nurses eye me down & noticed how Remy became aware then clinged to my arm. We got on the elevator & went to the 8th floor. When we got off, i went straight to Royal's room 824 while Remy went to the snack machine. I walked in & saw Royal, the spilting image of her mother even with tubes running in & out of her small 4lb 11oz frame. I got down on my knees & prayed aloud. "Father, i know i have sinned in more ways than one, but if you would spare my daughter's innocent life. I will leave the game. Raise her & live rightouesly until i parsh."
