Logic was in the club at the VIP section DJ fire had the club blasting meek mill, the baddest strippers were in he's section doing freaky girl on girl shit, busting down flexible tricks, he had enough money to blow and some more so he showered money to them as that fueled them to do more shit.
"Man nigga wifey blowing me up I got to head home, she done cooked for a nigga and put the little ones in bed" knowledge said loud enough over the blasting music, knowledge had him a true rider he's high school lover. They done been through hell and back,
Plenty of times logic had to lie to he's wifey to get him out of dirt,
And plenty times he got cursed out for lying and she knew it, he liked angel she held he's best mans down. She never stressed him out, even when he's mans did he's little dirt, he was a proud god father and proud to see he's boy in love even after 17 years of them being together.
"Go handle wifey bro" he said to he's friend dapping him up,
"Don't party to hard old man" he's friend joked causing him to laugh.
All of a sudden a thick Spanish female he knew well by the name of Pera came to him with a flirtatious smile,
"Damn daddy you don't hit me up no more, you changed up" she said looking good as hell in her stripper outfit, her titteys were big enough for him to Bust a huge nut all over, and her ass was fatter than ever, they fucked around but nothing serious she was just something to have fun with, he stop when she started claiming him and popping up uninvited at where he be at, her pussy was good though he couldn't lie about that.
"It's not even like that, you started tripping ran me off" he truthfully spoke, chugging down he's drink. Logic was a very honest dude to honest sometimes, he ain't never beat around the bush, that's what made him a real nigga.
"Ah, no te gusta?" (You no like?)
"No me gusta lo loco, pero el coño es bueno"( I don't like crazy but the pussy is good)
"Yo Boss you ordered wings?" My homie Quan who I watched grow up, and now was handling he's business I felt like a proud father at times, he was the youngest nigga 18 doing he's thing, I put him under my wing he's mom was sprung out on drugs bad, I watched him suffering getting into trouble at school cause of he's home situation, see he's moms was someone I use to serve messed up I know, but shit that was way before I met him. I stopped serving her when I seen how bad she was treating him one day.
"Get the fuck up and go find a way to eat" she yelled at him handing me money instead to buy drugs,
The poor boy was hungry and looked like he hadn't ate in weeks, the roaches scattered in the apartment as if they paid rent also in that bitch.
I never put my heart into my business but something told me speak up and do something,
"I said stop crying" she smacked him hard,
"Aye man" I said furious to know she was doing this to her own blood and seed.
The little boy who was no older than 11, looked down he never disrespected her but I could see tears welling up in he's eyes .
"Little man come take a ride with me let's get you something to eat, and some clothes, shoes" I said looking at the holes that were in he's clothes, and how busted he's shoes looked, I can imagine the things kids were saying at he's school.
He managed to look up, "really?" He said with hope in he's voice.
"Yeah come on let's roll"
Ever since than I started taking care, buying him shit and watching over him. I became a father figure in he's life, even if it wasn't a role model I taught him survival.
"Yeah, get some for everybody on me" I said as the waitress came with load of wings.
Everyone dug up, and pera stormed off with a attitude.
