Once in a Blue Moon

|Deux| deuxieme partie

     Gunz stepped out of the shower and began to get dressed. He thought about the fact his son was supposed to be coming over soon, Delilah, and his next money making venture. He was making decent money selling hard and pulling heists, but he wanted more. Something legitimate. He wanted to get rich and not have to look over his shoulder constantly. Besides, he wasn't where he wanted to be financially at all. People assumed selling drugs was big money, but it was like any other small business. It could start booming with customers and turn into a huge operation, or it could be a venture that made you live paycheck to paycheck. Or for Gunz, play to play.

     His extra money from the heists gave him a little more cushion, but still not what he wanted. He was constantly thinking of his next big move.

    He had slipped on his black and red Jordan basketball shorts and white NBA socks when the doorbell rang. "It's open." He knew it was his babymama, Jordan.

Here this migraine inducing ass bitch go. I can't wait till y'all get a load of her Phil and Lil head ass.

   Jordan was a short lightskin girl with a razor cut bob and a petite body. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she was cute and kept herself up well. Their two year old son, Jude, was on her hip. She had him in light brown khakis, a blue polo shirt, white Nike Air Max's, and a white and blue Nike visor. Gunz had no feelings for Jordan, but how good of a mother she was always made him almost wish it worked out.

Nigga...the fuck....please.

  "You keeping him 'till Monday?" she asked. He looked at her like she was stupid. It was Thursday. "Jordan, I'm keeping him till Saturday night or Sunday morning. I don't live a life that allows me that many days in a row with my son."

  Tired of the excuses, Jordan said, "I know this but I'm tryna go to Key West this weekend and I'm not gon be ready for him Monday." She passed him the baby and his bag. She never really got to go past his door, which annoyed her. Her baby daddy was fine and full of potential. She always regretted cheating on him.

OH WELL BITCH! You know what? Let me shut up.

     Gunz twisted his face up. She wanted him to keep their son so she could get drunk in Florida? Jordan was four years older than Gunz, but always acted like she was still twenty one with no responsibilities.

    "I suggest you keep that going out of town shit down to a minimum. Word travels fast, through different cities and all," he warned her, patting Jude's back. He had begun to fuss. "I don't want my son's mother to be known as a ho."

    Jordan balled up her fists and snapped, "I didn't want a baby daddy known as a thug, but oh well. Living my life don't make me a ho. Get the fuck out of the 1950s." She turned on her heel and tried to storm off, but ran right into Gunz's mother, making herself look stupid. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, scurrying around her. Gunz rolled his eyes and put Jude in his playpen. Seeing his mother was some shit that had to be scheduled, because he was rarely in the mood for it.

And enter trifling bitch number two.

    "Gabriel," She smiled timidly, hesitation and shame written across her worn face. She was clutching the hands of six year old Galaxy and three year old Augustus, his brother's and sisters. Their faces were crusty with snot and lips chapped from the night wind. Augustus didn't even have his shoes on.

Gunz ran his hands down his face tiredly.

"What, man?" He sighed, gripping the doorknob with all the strength he wanted to slap her ass with.

   "I need some money, Gabriel." She still spoke crisp and proper, like she did before she started the drugs. In fact, if it weren't from her constant scratching and moving, and her tired face, you wouldn't even know she was on that shit. She was dressed in a cool seafoam green pantsuit with nude kitten heels and large gold hoop earrings. With her jet black Chinese bang wig and red lipstick, she looked to be 35.