Kennedy
"Kennedy! It's on me, it's on me!" Jeremiah shouts waking me up, pushing Kevin off me I sat up going into the guest room
Jeremiah stood on top of the bed slapping his legs as if something was on him.
Crack is a hell of a drug
"Jeremiah look at me" I demand pulling him down. "there's nothing on you, take yo ass back to sleep. If you wake me up one more time ima bust a cap in yo ass, there's a kid here that's trying to sleep what are you trying to do to scare him into pissing my bed?"
"There's a spider on me" he shouts flinching when I raised my hand
Hitting the spot he kept slapping I wiped the imaginary spider in my shorts.
"It's dead and you will be too if you wake me up before the sun goes up again" I nod going back to my room, getting under Kevin I drifted back to sleep.
"Ken?" Khaza coughs shaking my shoulder
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong Khaza?" Kevin grumbles against my neck
"I want Ken to hold me" he mutters trying to squeeze himself between us
"Mmcht" Kevin smacks his lips sliding off me, spooning me from behind he laid his head on my back and wrapped his arms around me.
Khaza moves into my arms thanking me for holding him.
"Baby?" Kevin mutters
"What?" I whine tiredly
"Do you love me?"
"No, I'm not Keke I only love my bed and my mama" chuckling when I heard him smack his lips I left the subject alone.
"Well I love you" he grumbling pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "a lot"
Damn
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"Lucky's downstairs" Kevin shakes me awake before focusing back on his game. "Baby get up"
"Did he say what he wants?" I question pulling on his boxers
"Stop mama, he just said he needs to talk to you about something" Kevin shrugs moving my hand
"Where's my stepson?"
"Eating cereal in the kitchen"
"And Jeremiah?"
"Still in the guest room, he's afraid to get out the room. He said something about the wall the spiders build in front of the door"
"Damn crackhead" shaking my head I moved closer to Kevin putting my head on his lap. "what time is it?"
"Three in the afternoon, Shoota called you about an hour ago. I didn't answer though, so call him back"
"You should've answered" reaching for my phone I sat up.
Dialing his number I waited for him to answer. It went straight to voicemail.
"I didn't know how you'd feel if I did that, I didn't want to make you mad"
"I answered your phone yesterday, it's doesn't matter"
"Yeah I know but we aren't the same, I'm hard to make upset and you aren't" shrugging he cursed when he died on the game.
"True" nodding I went into the bathroom and handled my business before washing my face and brushing my teeth.
"Ken hurry up and get ya ass downstairs" Kevin yells before chuckling "yo bestie is waiting for you girl"
"So you got jokes huh?" smirking I took my bonnet off going back to him. "I'm about to go over to baby momma house and show her what it feels like to get ate out by a real nigga"
"Chill out" grunting Kevin takes a pillow off the bed hitting me with it. "stop tryna turn my baby momma out"
"Stop tryna be funny, Lucky isn't my bestfriend. He lost that title when he accused me of running his sister off the road"
"Alright give me a kiss" pausing his game he pulled me into his lap. Turning my head he kissed the side of my face. "Kennedy stop playing and give me a kiss"
Chuckling I nuzzled my face into his neck, pressing a kiss to it he shudders unexpectedly. Smirking I licked his neck before sucking on to making sure I left a mark.
"Damn baby" he groans feeling on my ass, gripping my cheeks he squeezed then tilting his head back. "why you tryna start something"
Someone cleared their throat making us groan in annoyance. Sitting up I pressed a kiss to Kevin's lips before standing.
"You've got three minutes before I empty my clip in your chest" I nod to Lucky irritatedly, reaching into my nightstand I took out my pistol
"Do that somewhere else Ken, my kid is downstairs" Kevin shakes his head unpausing his game, paying Lucky no mind. "put it away, khaza could be making his way up here any minute"
Tucking it in the back of my shorts, sitting beside Kevin I leaned against his side.
"My moms want you to come over for dinner tonight, I would've texted you this but you blocked me" shrugging Lucky scrolls on his phone not bothering to look at me. "some of my boys still selling coke but everyone else already sent it back to where I bought it from"
"You're out"
"What you mean I'm out?"
"I don't want you working for me anymore I can't trust you, for someone who supposedly had my back you've been acting real shady"
"Kennedy! The snake is back!" Jeremiah shouts
"Yeah I know, I'm looking at it"
"That's foul" Kevin chuckles
"You can leave now, if you come by the trap I'll bust a cap in yo ass and that's on my daughter's head. Tell my nephew I said wassup and that Jeremiah will be ready to spend time with him soon" ignoring Kevin's side glance I continued looking at Lucky.
Scoffing Lucky left my room saying he doesn't need me, a few minutes later I heard the front door open and closed.
"Ken," Kevin says pausing his game once again
"Hmm?" I ask taking his phone from beside me going on his Instagram, scrolling I liked a few posts of Dreka, Shoota, and some dudes that are in the NBA.
"Why didn't you tell me you have a kid?"
"Because she's dead when I went to jail last year I was pregnant and got into a fight. It was a big ass fight too, I got stabbed by one of the guards and lost Zoelle" shrugging I continued scrolling. "It's not my fault though, I didn't know I was pregnant"
"Who was the father of your kid?"
Looking up I could tell he already knew the answer but he just wants me to say it.
"Bubba"
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