𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

28.

Odell Beckham

"How was Thanksgiving?" I asked moving around the room cutting up some growing plants.

"It was alright. I spent it with moms, Krystel and the youngin." Nolen said spinning back and forth in the chair.

"I ate at my people house then fucked Mel afterwards. It doesn't feel like the holidays anymore, just regular days to me." Herb said shrugging.

"Time out, bro you fucked Mel?" I chuckled a bit turning around.

"Y'all already knew that so stop acting so surprised my nigga." He replied adjusting his True Religions that was falling off his legs.

"So y'all a couple now or some shit?" Nolen asked paying attention to his phone.

"Nah not even close. It's just all sex no type of relationship." He waved his hands in front of his body signaling we were wrong.

"My dude Herbert is a dawg. I wanna be like you when I grow up." I joked making the laugh and shake their heads.

"Don't be an headass son." Herb commented and stopped before talking, "You asking us about our business but wassup with you?"

"It ain't nothin' with me. I been chillin."

"What happened with your moms and Trin now? I know something happened because your ass looks like you just lost your bestfriend." Nolen checked.

"Wait, did my dude Bee died?! Ohh my baby why he had to goooo. That was my nigga even though he bit me in the ass." Herb cried out getting on his knees looking up at the ceiling with a ugly frown on his face.

"No stupid ass he didn't die. Get your clown ass up bro embarrassing me." I chuckled taking off my gloves and disposing them in the trash.

"What's wrong then? Talk to us bro."

"Trinitee left me." I said a little to myself then to them.

"Damn what happened? Y'all was Bonnie and Clyde on some serious shit."

I explained to them what happened from coming home, having sex, and that light skin wanna be ass Chris Brown nigga coming into my house.

"Cousin you know I got you by any means. If you want me to hit em with that blocka blocka, I'm down." Nolen got up pulling his gun out making Herb hype him up.

"Nah none of that. That nigga ain't even worth my time. He should be modeling for those baby diapers commercials because he's full of shit." I stressed out.

"Then why the fuck are you here instead of trying to get my sis back?" Commented, Herb.

"She said we needed a break and I respected her situation. I'm giving her space because I don't wanna stress her out with my seed, ya know?" I spoke honestly.

"She's gonna stress out even more because you're not there with her. Son she's 7 or 8 months pregnant and needs her baby's father to comfort her. Bitch think!" Herb retorted smacking me upside my head and as a warning I pulled out my gun and placed it on the table behind me.

"Never thought I'll hear some smart shit come out of your mouth." I muttered.

"I heard that nigga."