ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN

Episode 37

                Washington DC

" Boy , what you still doing up in here when you should have your nappy headed behind over to that hospital where your son is? ," Panther Lane snapped tersely at his son Bullet who strutted out of his bedroom in their four bedroom condo in northwest DC.

Bullet , in his plaid striped boxers , yawned and scratched at his bare hairy dark  brown chest. " What you talking bout, old man? I ain't going to no hospital. Keisha claim she mama and daddy to them kids so let her ass hold his hand. "

Panther stepped in front of his forty year old son and slapped him across the face. Bullet bristled intensely but he didn't retaliate against his father. Panther Lane might be seventy now and getting slower in moving but he was still nobody fool. Bullet had seen his daddy beating younger men than him and winning. He wasn't going up against the man. He was also not going over to no goddamn PG to St. Fucking Paul's. Fuck that boy. Fuck Keisha bitchy ass.

" Boy , I ain't studdin nothing you fool self talking about," Panther sneered at him as he strode over to collapse down in his old worn black leather chair and turn on  the enormous wall mounted tv so he could catch his game show Family Battle. " You that boy daddy....."

" I'm a lot of kids daddy. So are you. What bout it ? I got a business to run while you watch game shows and corny soaps. That White boy Niles coming along good. Better than that punk Samson. He won't last a month locked up. And, Keisha with her big time restaurant family and her confused sister / brother don't want me in none their lives. Never have. She don't even tell them who I am. They Duncans. Not Lanes. Ok , Daddy? You always saying respect the bitches. So I'm respecting her wishes. "

Bullet flopped down on the black leather sofa and pulled out his iPhone to check his texts and emails.

Panther looked at him with disgust on his own handsome dark lined face. "Boy , you ain't too big for me to go upside your head. Hmmm. Bet believe that. Lanes take care of family. I ain't never like how you treat those kids. Don't nobody know bout them or nothing in the family. If you won't do it I will. I'll take me metro over there tomorrow. Check on my grandson. "

Bullet rolled his eyes. His daddy ain't doing shit tomorrow but watch tv , talk about the old days and harass him. Old fool. " Keisha don't want to see you. "

" Then I'll get DuBuis to check on him. "

Bullet narrowed his eyes as he looked at his father. " Don't be telling that sellout bitch my business. "

" And don't you be telling me what I can or can't do. And he ain't no sellout. He handle his business. Just not like we do. And he need to know anyway. That boy is family. A Lane. " He leaned forward in his chair. " Would you rather I tell Faith ? "

Bullet laughed harshly. " Least she ain't no cop no more. Damn. Don't put him in my business. Or her. I'll go. When I get a chance. "