Read "Connect" & My Everything will get updated soon 4 those who read that.
THIS CHAPTER SHORT AS FUCK
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"I ain't looking at you no more, I'm looking past you." - Trina
ANT
"Jessica finna have a fuckin' fit." I say to Vonte as he carries Presley to the truck. My niggas snatched up the old bitch and some niggas from the house too and that's about to be handled. I feel bad for the lil nigga. She beat the fuck out of him and had him locked up in a dirty ass room in her garage with two niggas in there fucking him up. Ain't no telling how long he had been in there and all the shit he went through.
Vonte lays him across the back seat then closes the door. He gets in on the passenger side. "Jessica gon' spazz." he says, shaking his head. Presley's skin is covered in purple ass bruises, scars, and dry blood and shit. He was barely awake when we got him out of there and now he unconscious but he still breathing so at least the lil nigga still alive.
"I don't even know how to explain this to her, bruh." I admit. "I want that old bitch dead tonight. Fuck the bullshit." he says, being serious for once. I nod my head in agreement. We haven't been in his life that long but I already got love for the young nigga so seeing him like this don't make me feel good at all.
We've been riding in silence. We just pulled back up to my house. I park in the driveway then get out. Vonte gets Presley out the back. I close and lock the doors then lead them to the front door. The door swings open, revealing KeKe. "When the hell your twenty five year old ass gon' move out?" I ask, shaking my head as I look at his SpongeBob pajama pants. "Never. Consider yourself stuck with me." he answers, laughing.
I shake my head. "You need a woman or some shit so you can stop filling up my toilets with shit and eating up all my damn food." I say. "You need a woman too but too bad momma with ol boy Kareem instead of you." he says, laughing as I throw my middle finger up at him.
His smile fades as his eyes land on Presley as Vonte carries him in the house. "Damn, pops...what happened to him?" he asks. "Long story, mane. The old bitch he was living with been abusing him." I say. He shakes his head. "Y'all handled that hoe? Damn." he mumbles. "She being dealt with." I answer, following Vonte down to my man cave.
He lays Presley on the couch then grabs my first aid kit. I walk out then jog up the stairs to get a few towels for his bleeding and some ointment for the cuts. I glance at Reign's bedroom door then sit the stuff down on the floor. I just thought about something. I pull my belt off then open her door. I got some unfinished business to handle.
"Hey daddy." she mumbles, looking like she just got done crying. "Wassup? I hope that nigga head game was worth the ass whooping you finna get." I say as her eyes widen. "Yeah, I didn't forget. I'm finna fuck yo ass up. You think you finna be getting yo pussy ate under my fuckin' roof? The only pussy getting ate around this bitch is yo momma's when I'm slurping on that shit!" I snap on her.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I got carried away." she says, looking terrified. "Just because I didn't whoop yo ass right then don't mean your ass was off the hook and best believe imma fuck Drew up too!" I snap, feeling anger all over again. No father want to walk in on a lil childish nigga eating his sixteen year old daughter out.
"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm growing up and I just got so carried away. I won't do it again." she says. "All that begging ain't changing a gotdamn thing so you should just shut that shit up. Funny thing is I was walking in yo damn room to tell you I bought you some tickets to Drake concert for you and whoever you wanna bring cause I know you love that nigga but naw instead I catch you in this mothafucka with ya legs wide the fuck open, Reign!" I yell.
