The Stripper Chronicles Book Two (Urban)

XV

Jelani

"Come here nephew." I said playing the game watching Kolana' cook.

"Man you gone let me play?" He asked.

"If you ain't sorry."

"Unc, I ain't never been sorry." He laughed. Kolana' came and sat on my lap eating a nutrigrain bar.

"Hey auntie when my cousins coming back?" DJ questioned Kolana'. The boys have only been gone two days and both Dj and Kolana' was anxious for them to come home already.

"Two weeks baby." She said getting up. She gave me a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the living room. "Where you going?" I hollered out. "I gotta get a hold of Melanie. The building is expecting the other half of the money from her." She said walking away.

Fuck, I ain't have no choice but to tell her ass the truth. I thought to myself.

"Here nephew you play I'm finna talk to your aunt." I said handing him the first controller. "Yup, don't be kissing on her." He joked like he was grown. I shook my head and went after her. She was in our bedroom. She was sitting in the chair with her newly manicured feet on the ottoman. Her laptop on her legs and her phone in her hand. "Babe, I can't get ahold of her. What am I gonna do?" She panicked.

"How much she gotta give the building owner?" I asked.

"Only twenty, seven thousand babe." She barely looked u, answering me.

"Okay I'll pay it." I offered.

Raising her eyebrow, she took her big ass cute feet off the Ottoman. Straightening her posture she began looking at me suspiciously. "Why are you willing to pay for it babe what did you do?"

She knew me way too well. "Promise not to be mad?" I tried to bargin.

"Mmmhmm."

"Alright, so you were right about Odessa .. he is a snake! He was a snake but he was working with Melanie and they hired these Niggas to do what  happen to Marlon and then me and D found out. So we went and handled it.. they're both dead, I love you, don't be upset." I rushed out in one breath.

She began to cry. "Why didn't you tell me you found his killer? I wanted to be apart of that. How dare you!" She got up, and came at me in a full on rage.

   I dodged her first punch. Totally getting fooled by her ploy to hit me with her left. Clocking me straight on the chin, I grabbed her arm out of reflex. "Bitch – oh" I cut myself off before I said worse. Walking away I dialed up Deshawn.

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"Aye D?" I rubbed my chin.

"What's up?" The nigga breathed out.

"What was you doing fucking? Ol outta breath nigga." I cracked.

"Shut up. What's up?" He didn't think my joke was funny.

"You gotta come get little man. I just told your sister about Melanie and Odessa. Let's just say she ain't too happy about it." I laughed silently in my mind. Deshawn began to chuckle. "Nigga what's funny?" I asked.

"She socked you huh?" He laughed.

"Click clack clocked me nigga."  Deshawn was cracking up laughing at this point. He just wouldn't stop, "Let me guess she still fakes with her right and got you with the left?" He asked in between laughs, already knowing the answer.

"Shut up dawg, you on your way?" I asked aggravated.

"Yea five minutes" he laughed out once more hanging up.

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Kolana' was throwing a fit. I'm hearing shit of mine get thrown out the closet, I'm hearing my shit get thrown around. But I'll be damned if I go back in the room and check. I accepted my loss and took my black ass back to the living room to play the game with DJ before Deshawn got there. Deshawn opened the door using his key, still fucking laughing. "I'll sock you nigga." I joked back, continuing I suggested he go talk to her.

"Fuck no. That's my sister I know what's she's capable of. DJ get your stuff come on." He rushed. In less than five minutes him and DJ were on the way out.

"Well just leave me to the bullshit. Bye, you guys. Bye nephew." I joked. Getting up, I walked back to our bedroom to deal with Kolana's crazy ass episode.

"Babe?" I slowly opened the door. The left Retro White and black Jordan flew past me. "Yo chill!" I yelled out ducking to my left.

"How could you not tell me who was responsible for his death". She broke down crying. She was really hurt.  Her cry was deep. In all of these years, I've only heard her cry like that about Khyrell when she thought I was sleeping. I scooped her in my arms, kissing her tears. As hard as I am, she has been my weakness. Esp after my mom passed away. "I'm sorry gorgeous." I hugged her tight. I let her sob for awhile. Once she calmed down I questioned her rage "Now what's really bothering you?"

"This." She wiggles out of my arms and crawled over to the nightstand. She grabbed her phone, scrolling for a second then crawling back to me. She shows me the picture. In her phone was an anonymous phone number with a picture of a gun aimed at Marlon before he was shot.

"We killed them though ma, im sorry this happened to you." I spoke proudly.

"When?" Kolana' cried.

"Shit, about a week and half ago girl."

"This was sent this morning." She froze. Fuck! I froze with her. Who was still alive to even have that picture, better yet her number. Just as I thought my family was good now, I got this strange chill that everything was about to change. Coming back to reality I tried my best to reassure her that it would be taken care of. "I know you been through a lot. But I got this. If you want, I can send you to Atlanta with the boys so you can get away?"

"What about DJ?"

"I'm sure after D know what's going on, you can take him too." I was sure of it. War was approaching, which would've never been a problem before.. except this time we're blind of our enemies.

"Yea your right" she kissed my neck. Still sitting on the floor, I rubbed her back. "You still sad?"

"Yes papi." She whimpered.

"Too sad to sit that pussy on my face?"

"Now you know damn well I'm never too sad for that." Kolana' smirked. Luckily my back was already against the bed. Standing up, she lifts her yellow bleach-splattered sundress, then her left leg. Giving me a clear glimpse at her monkey. I smiled, licked my lips. Sliding my arms under her ass for a firmer grip, I pulled that pussy closer to my face. Kissing her set of lips first then getting her ready to be pleasure-filled.