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The moment he heard Blue’s voice, he faced him and gave him the once over before stopping on his face and putting his hands up like he wanted to fight. Blue was caught off guard by the gesture, but held his laugh in.

“What you laughing at, blood? You wanna fight?” Zon questioned in his tiny baby voice.

Blue looked at his smiling Grandaddy before looking back at him and leaned forward. In the place of his smile, he put on the best serious face he could and stared at Zon.

“Fight who? You? You too little.”

Zon took a step closer to Blue so that their faces were close and squinted his eyes. “I’m big enough to beat your ass.”

Rico, Wale, and Jugg cracked up while Pat covered his mouth to suppress his laughter.

“Your little ass daddy must have told you that shit.”

Before Blue had the chance to see it coming, Zon punched him in the eye, causing it to blur a little. He jumped back at the same time that Zon swung again, catching him in the lip. Clearly, trained to go, Zon began landing punches all over Blue’s arms and stomach after handing out that two-piece. Zon was still swinging and kicking his legs when Pat got up and grabbed him.

“Aight, aight now, that’s enough. How bad you gon’ do him?”

“Don’t talk about my daddy, blood,” Zon screamed while swinging wildly in Pat’s arm like he was ready to break loose and finish whooping Blue’s ass.

“Let him go, Pat, he ain’t done,” Wale instigated.

As soon as Blue was able to recover from laughter, he leaned forward and pushed the side of Zon’s head to stir him up some more.

“Lil’ bad ass. I’ma fuck you up. You better be glad your grandaddy holding you back or I’d give your lil’ punk ass a black eye.”

“Papa, let me go so I can hit this nigga,” Zon screamed again just before Pat let him go.

His little feet carried him back to Blue, where his little fists went to work until Blue stood and picked him up and put him in a choke hold, shaking him playfully.

“Tap out lil’ nigga.”

“No!” He kicked backward, catching Blue in the leg.

“I said tap your lil’ bad ass out. Ain’t nobody finna be fighting you all day.”

The entire porch was in stitches as Blue and Zon continued their banter until Blue realized Zon wasn’t going to give in and put him down. Once on his feet, he pushed him and caused his little body to stumble into Pat. Instead of talking back and swinging again, he leaned on Pat’s thigh and just glared at Blue instead. His fatigue was obvious, but the fact that he wouldn’t give up showed that Egypt had groomed him into a little gangster already.

“How old is Cuz?” Jugg asked Pat, who was rubbing Zon’s hair.

“Four.”

“Your daughter raising a lil’ savage even if he does think he a blood.”

Zon’s eyes cut to Jugg. “I am a blood!” he screamed.

“Settle down,” Pat told him. “Papa, don’t want you beating everybody ass. Then I’m not gon’ have no friends.”

“I told Azayna this nigga was bad,” Blue said through laughter.

“As fuck!” Rico agreed with a smile. “He beat your ass though, cuz. Shit’s embarrassing.”

All of them were laughing again, with Zon not cracking a smile. Only staring at everybody until he took off back into the house. He wasn’t gone a full minute before he bust back through the door with a big iPad covered by a red case. They could hear the line ringing before it picked up.

“What’s up, blood?” Egypt’s voice sounded around the porch.

Blue smirked at the way Egypt talked to his son. That was his problem now.

“I’m mad,” he growled, making the men on the porch chuckle some more.