Once in a Blue Moon

|Six|

Gunz closed his eyes tightly. Jordan was every bit as petty as she was pretty. "Jordan, fuck you got going on man," he groaned.

"No, what you got going on! Jude been asking about his daddy, while his daddy out here flossing a bitch that look like she should be in elementary school too!" Jordan yelled with her hands on her hips. Rolla nudged Neek and threw his head to the direction of the other door. They tiptoed out backwards, just close enough to the door so they could ear hustle but still escape if shit got rowdy.

"Bitch?" Delilah's nostrils flared and she hopped off of the counter. "You tacky ass hoe, how dare you breathe the same air as me, let alone call me out my name?" She was getting in Jordan face.

"Uh Uh Gunz, I know you ain't bout to let this lil bitch get in my sister face!" Coming out the blue, Jordan's sister Jaesha popped up from behind her. Jaesha was thick as hell bordering on chubby, and was Delilah's skin color. She had her hair wrapped up in a multicolor scarf and wore a big T-shirt and Nike track pants. Delilah got even more blowed, noticing they came to fight.

Gunz wasn't about to entertain their silly asses. "Man, Blue, come on." He called Delilah by his nickname for her and grabbed her hand. He shouldered past Jordan and mugged her, daring her to try some shit.

"JoJo you just gon let this nigga treat you?!" Jaesha instigated. Growing courage, Jordan tried to snatch Delilah's hair from the back.

Delilah turned around and threw a punch Jordan's way. The only person she'd fought before was River, but they'd thrown hands so many times she was a seasoned pro.

"Fuck you thought this was?" Delilah shouted, landing a right hook directly in Jordan's mouth. Jordan stumbled, but came back with a slap and tried to pull her hair. Before it could get further, Gunz broke it up.

"Jordan, you look stupid as fuck. Just cause you had my son don't make you shit to me. Find something to do, cause I'm not worried 'bout yo stankin ass!" Gunz was in her face now, pissed. He didn't know where this sudden jealousy came from. Yeah, before he started talking to Delilah he'd been fucking Jordan every now and again, but he thought she knew what it was.

Delilah didn't need verbal confirmation, she knew Gunz probably was still dealing with his baby mama. She stormed out of the party, tears of frustration and rage clouding her vision.

Kina hadn't witnessed the fight, but she'd seen the commotion and people yelling and being messy. When Delilah flew out the door, she put two and two together. "Sis," she called after her, jogging down the steps. "What's wrong?" Delilah sat on the curb and covered her face with her hands while jiggling her leg repeatedly.

"Ooh, I will kill that bitch!" She yelled, pissed off she was crying. She didn't want anyone to mistake them for tears of sadness or embarassment.

"Someone hit you?" Kina frowned. "She still in there? Let's handle the bitch."

"Forget it. It's Gunz's baby mama."

"Baby mama?!" Kina was shocked. Rocky never mentioned Gunz had a child.

"Yeah. A boy. I guess his name is Jackson or some shit," Delilah said bitterly.

"Fuck." Kina shook her head and rubbed her best friend's back. A few minutes later, Rocky and Gunz walked out the party. They spotted the girls and cruised over like nothing happened.

"Why y'all out here looking like y'all daddy didn't come for the weekend?" Rocky asked, genuinely looking confused. Kina gave him a dirty look. "So, Daddy Daycare, you got a lot of shit with you, huh?" She directed her attention to Gunz. He sucked his teeth and ignored her, his eyes on Delilah the whole time.

"Blue, I ain't know she was gon be here. She just wanted to fuck up our night. It's been dead between us since me and you met, babygirl I promise."

"Gunz, please," Delilah waved him off. "I'm not stupid. You was probably in her bed the day before we met. And how long was y'all together?"

"Six years."

She laughed, hurt. "Kina, let's go."

"Come on, with all that man." He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Taking her to the side, he said, "She don't mean nothing to me. She's a lying, cheating ass bitch. Who just happens to have a baby by me."

"So, she cheated. How I know I'm not just some rebound? And when the fuck was you gon mention this baby?!" Delilah pushed him.

"Blue we only been talking for what, a month and a half? My son is the most important thing in my life, I keep him close. Some of my closest homeboys don't know he exist. If meeting him will make you feel better...we can set that up," Gunz said hesitantly. His son was his weak spot. The worst case scenario was Jude loving Delilah, and then she just left out of their lives.

"I don't know, Gunz. I need some time to think. Why did sh-"

Before Delilah could finish her sentence, Gunzs' phone rang. "Yeah," he mumbled, running a hand down his face.

"Nigga, you sounding all tired, ain't it like ten o'clock?" It was Gunzs' younger brother, Smokey.

"Bitch, what the fuck you want!" Believing it was an actual female, Delilah scoffed and rolled her eyes. She folded her arms and gave him a mean look. Gunz sucked his teeth and put the phone on speaker, just to make her feel stupid.

"Okay, grumpy ass mothafucka. The spot on Massachusetts got hit, and Jumper got shot."

"The fuck?" Gunz barked as Delilah's eyes widened. "Shot where? Hit for how much? What the fuck y'all niggas doing out here, other than tickling y'all balls and smoking up weed? This the second time this month some shit done happen. Matter fact, I'm on my way." Gunz hung up in his face. Across town, Smokey blew out his breath with frustration and looked to his homeboys. "His ass on the way, so get right." He motioned to the hoes everywhere and the niggas sitting around playing the game.

"Delilah, you heard that, I have to go. We gon talk later, I promise." Without giving her a chance to protest, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her forehead. "Rocky! Bring yo' simple ass." Rocky was making Kina laugh, hitting the "Crank Dat" dance by Soulja Boy.

"What happened?" Kina asked Delilah as they pulled off. Delilah put on her seatbelt and leaned her head against the window. "Just take me to the studio, Kina. I need to be practicing, anyway."

...

On the East, Gunz busted into one of his main trap spots. Not a lot of actual business was conducted here, but it was where they counted the money and assigned missions. It was also home to about fifty different TVs, showing life feed from surveillance cameras Gunzs' team had up in different places.

"Oh, y'all done lost y'all gotdamn minds," Rocky stated, astonished.

These mothafuckas actually had a Xbox One hooked up to one of the 50" TVs, and six niggas were having a 2k17 tournament. Three pretty girls that couldn't have been any more than fifteen had on thongs and crop tops with no shoes on, showing their dirty feet. Roaches and empty cups of alcohol was everywhere. There were guns haphazardly thrown on couches, and it smelled faintly of must and balls.

Gunz took his silencer out and shot up the XBox. He pointed it at Ricky, one of the niggas playing the game. He put his hands up and wet himself. "This is a trap house. Y'all niggas listen to too much Future. Bitches and games and shit don't belong at the trap. THIS IS WHERE I MAKE MY FUCKING MONEY." Gunz was yelling at the top of his lungs. "Matter fact, y'all bitches strip and get out. I know young hoes love stealing."

The girls, scared for their life, stripped naked. One lightkskinned girl took off her bra and a sac of weed fell from underneath her titty. "Bitch, that's my eighth!" Ricky snapped, lunging to choke her. Gunz sucked his teeth. "No wonder shit coming up missing! Y'all sloppy as fuck, and don't give a fuck! If everybody in here partying, who the fuck is watching the spots?!"

Everyone was silent.

Gunz shot Ricky through the head.

"Meeting. One hour. Round all these young mothafuckas up," He said, handing his gun to Rocky. 

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