Brandon's POV
"This starting to get annoying." Curtis sighed.
"You giving up?" I asked him.
"She's too good. It's like she knew she was about to stop messing with you along time ago." He shook his head and typed something into his computer.
"Y'all lil niggas still trying to find this girl?" My father said coming in and laughing.
"Yeah, that bitch is good." One of the guys who worked for me said.
"What the fuck you just say?" My father said looking at him crazy.
"Yeah, what the fuck did you say?" I asked already in a shitty mood because I can't seem to find her.
"Damn I didn't know it was that serious. Respect." He said putting his hands up.
"Fuck you and your respect. You shouldn't feel comfortable talking like that about no female yet alone my woman. Get the fuck out before I blow your fucking head off pussy." I said and he got up quickly and walked out. Not before my father smacked the back of his head.
My father always taught us not to disrespect a woman because if it had not been for a woman we would't be here.
"How we gonna find her?" Curtis asked noticing he had run into another dead end.
"I don't know, but when y'all do make her apart of the damn team because God damn." My father laughed loudly.
I shook my head. "I'm glad you think this shit is funny pops."
"Oh hell yea it is. Had you not been doing the shit you were doing you wouldn't be in this position. Here's an idea, call her ass." My father and grabbed my phone.
"Pops, don't you think we tried that already? She turned the damn thing off." I said and folded my arms watching him unlock my phone. He found her in my call log and called her number showing my brothers would I had her as he mumbled.
"Pussy."
I shook my head knowing what he called mom dukes, and he has nerve to say I'm the pussy.
"That shit steady ringing." A mumbled and i shook my head.
"Pops she is not about to pick -"
"Hello?" She answered and I snatched the phone from him.
She sucked her teeth. "Brandon say something."
"Where are you?" I said leaving out of the door. It came out way softer than I intended.
"I am on my way back in town." she told me.
"Can you give me a city? A landmark? Something?" I asked.
"We need to talk." She said
"How's the baby?" I asked her.
"Can we meet at your place?" She asked.
"Have you been eating right?"
"Yes or No Brandon?"
"Yes or No Imani." I said
"I have been eating, and taking my prenatal supplements. I told your mother to tell you that."
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, I told her to let you know the baby and I are doing well. I just needed some space." She explained.
"She didn't tell me anything." I sighed.
"Do you think I would leave like that, and not at least tell you how your child is doing?"
"I don't know. Not really. I-listen what time you gonna be at my house?"
