Love Don't Change [Book 4] (Not Edited)

C.2 (part two)

Miguel & Richard in MM.

||Anthony Alsina||

"Why tha' hell you smirkin fa'?" I asked

"Ya moms an pops still be gettin' down?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. They nasty asses. They know they too damn old fa' all'aht."

"They just about treinta y tantos, right?"

"Yeahh.. My mama thirty six, and my daddy thirty eight."

"That's not bad fam. Now if they was like fifty or older and looked old then that'd be another thing but ya moms look like she about twenty three and ya daddy still looks like he did when he first started his career, the only difference is he look like he done gained a few pounds. It's a good thing though."

"That's still nasty. Hell I don't wanna hear them fucking."

"Ese era el sonido del amor haciendo bro."

I shook my head. "What?" I asked, irritated.

"I said that, that was the sound of love making bro." He laughed

"Awh. And stop speaking Spanish to me unless it's basic shit, you know I know."

"Aight."

There was a knock on the door. "Get that fam." I told him. He got got up and went to the door. He started talking to whoever was on the other side but I couldn't hear what he was saying. "Who is it?" I asked

"Yo brother, and his friends, and Richard." He said

"Tell'em come in." He said. It was Keelen and some other dudes I've never seen before in my life. Then my friend Richard.

"How'd you get down hea' and why are you hea'? You live in Atlanta and my daddy pretty damn occupied right na' so I know he ain't tell you ta come."

"Aye.. Nigga. Watch what tha fuck you say ta me. I been down hea'. The fuck you gon do about that shit Ant? Besides I coulda been coming to fuck yo mama." He tried to get hype.

"Little ass nigga, you betta get yo ass out my room befo I beat yo ass. You illiterate ass foo."

"Fuck you! And this raggedy ass room." He kicked my low glass shelf with my shoes on it, over. I got up and pushed his ass. "Pick it tha fuck up befo' I body yo luh ass, and nigga I'm rich, you a fuckin' bum. All tha money daddy gives you, you don't do nothin' but spend it all on weed, and gamble an lose tha shit."  I stood over him.

"Yo Anthony.. Dawg, it ain't worth it. Y'all family." Richard said

"Nah, fuck this raggedy ass mistake. Na' pick my shit up and leave without stealing shit. Dumb ass." I told him

"Aye, hop up off my nigga." One of his dudes said in a deep ass voice, patting his waist.

"You think I'm scared of y'al bustas?" Y'al not gonna do SHIT."

He chuckled. "What makes you think that, young blood?" Dude asked

"Because.. you punk ass fuck boy." I pulled out my gun and aimed it at dude. "I ain't neva feared a nigga, and I can NEVA fear a nigga knowing he can bleed, and die just like me. None of you niggas put fear in my heart. I'll bust a cap in all y'all ass befo' you can blink." I snapped

He laughed. "Yo, Keelen. I think yo ass should be more like ya brotha, maybe I'd pay you more. But let me tell you something young blood... You fuckin with the wrong one.. Better ask this too about me." He smirked pointing to Keleen.

"I don't give a fuck about him or you! All y'all get the fuck up out my house, on tha real. I'm not dealing with y'all today. Go steal from this niggas hoe ass mama. I'm sure she'll suck ya dick fa' ten dolla's. Bitch'll swallow ya kids and all. Hell. If it was possible that'd be how she could've conceived this ole'  Hector Zeroni from Holes lookin ass boy. Get tha fuck out my face."

"An- oh my god!" Ayla walked in and froze where she was. I quickly put my gun back in my back pocket. "What Ay?" I asked. She didn't say anything. She was stuck. I looked at the dudes that came with Keelen and they was staring at her. "Who's this fine little mama?" Dude started slowly walking to her. I stepped in front of him. "Hop up off my sista. Get tha fuck out."

Ole' dude that acted like he was gonna pull out on me bumped against me, then whispered something walking past Ayla. "Aye, Yo, Run That Shit Again Nigga!" I yelled after him. "What he say, Ayla?" I asked. She shrugged. "I-I don't know.. But why do you have a gun, Anthony?" She asked still standing in the same place, looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

"It don't matter. I'm grown."

"Tell me or I'm telling mama." She threatened

"Ayla. I don't have to explain shit to you. Na' why'd you come in hea'?"

"I needed to talk to you. But I'll do it later." She began to walk out. "Nah, talk to me." I pulled her back in. "I'll just talk to you later Ant. I'll be fine!" She gave a little smile.

"Okay." I said. My dad finally walked out of the room and came to my room. "What's going on hea'?" She asked

"Nothin. But dad... This is Miguel, and Richard."

He nodded. "Aight." He looked them up and down. "Nice ta meet y'all. Y'al coming with us?"

"Where to?" Miguel asked

"Out to eat, and to the movies." Ayla answered. "Its sort of a traditional thing we've been doing every Friday since we moved down here."

"If that's fine with you guys. I'm down. I love food, and movies." Miguel laughed

"Right, right." Richard laughed.

"Oh. Yo mistake was just ova hea' with his hoodlum ass friends. He came ova hea' thinkin' he was finna wreck shit."

"Who?"

"Keelen. I hate him dawg. I wanna kill him so bad." I said

He looked at me and laughed. "You killin' somebody?" He laughed.

"That's what I just said ain't it? But on the brighter side ima make something of myself. You always doubting me. You'll regret it one day." I stormed off, Miguel and Richard behind me.

Like nobody knows, or understands the shit I've had to go through, but me going through that made me stronger and want to work harder to be greater, even greater than my father. I don't want to be a music artist, I want to be something better. But everybody doubt's me. Especially my dad. I play football with Miguel and Richard or whatever, he won't come to none of the games. I win awards or something at school, he won't come. He's really changed, and I've distanced myself from him because of it.

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