Page 40 of He Thugged Me First

“About a year before you, your mother had a son. His name is Miles Afron and she signed all of her parental rights over to the father. Miles Afron is the son of Clay Afron. Allegedly Afron ran the blocks before he went down for some hard time in the nineties. However it went, he maintained custody of Miles. I don’t know who raised them, but according to the court documents, Afron was released from custody six months ago. ”

“So was that Miles that I sent you a picture of?” I was confused at this point.

“Nope it was his brother, Monkier Afron.” Johnson pulled a photo from the file and sat it on the table in front of me.

“So that’s why I asked you if you have beef with the Afron siblings.

He is one of four. You have Miles, Monkier, Joy the oldest Sosa.

” With each name, he sat down a mugshot for the corresponding sibling.

When I saw the third one I recognized her immediately, this was the manager of Canez.

Before I could speak, Gauze was gripping my hand and pointing to the photo of the last name he said, Sosa.

“That’s the guy from my building. He told me his name was King.”

Kasair

A Few Days Later

I swear I was tired as fuck, but I promised my baby mama and Mel that I’d bring home pizza after Quari and I took care of business earlier.

He said he had some shit to tell me, but I forgot to ask after we finished handling business.

Now here my simp ass was in this overly crowded ass establishment waiting on a fucking pizza that I had no taste for.

“See this is respect, walking up on a nigga in broad daylight instead of showing up to his home out of the blue.”

I looked up from my phone and this nigga Gotti was sitting across from me. A chuckle escaped my lips. “You still on that shit, fam?”

“Hell yeah, but I ain’t even gonna trip on it. I need to spit with you about something different.”

I glanced over at him and nodded for him to continue.

“Look, I know you don’t owe her shit, and I get that but can you at least talk to her for me? She fucked up and I?—”

“Nah, you don’t because she was there for you, but she left me with a motherfucker who only tolerated me.”

He nodded his head.

“Like I said you ‘ont owe her shit. But if you can find it within yourself, just talk to her.”

Instead of lying down my own experiences and feelings about my mother to him, I nodded my head and allowed him to slip me the piece of paper with her name and number on it.

I definitely wouldn’t promise him anything because when it came to my mother I was done for.

I had gotten though all the shit I went through without her, so what the fuck did I need her for now? Not a damn thing!

Once they called my name and I got to my car, I wasn’t surprised to see Quari calling me. He was one of those niggas that never slept because he was always up thinking about random shit.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“We gotta discuss some shit.” He didn’t sound right.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Clay Afron.”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked confused just as my other line started to beep. I looked down and it was Mazzier. Instead of clicking over, I merged the calls.

“I don’t know but whomever he is?—”

“Pull up on me, you and Quari.” Mazzier demanded.

“Hell nah, y’all gotta come here. I ain’t finna hear this girl’s mouth about leaving her with the baby. She finally went the fuck to sleep too,” Quari whispered harshly.

It took everything in me not to laugh at this man. I mean I had literally just watched him fold a motherfucker up but he was afraid of his fiancé. “Bitch ass, but you gotta gimme a second. I’m dropping food off to lil’ bit and Mecca.”

“Bet.”

Once we all hung up, I sped my ass home.

I knew for a fact Mecca’s nutty ass was about to be on that argue shit, especially because I was about to leave right back out of the door.

My baby tried to be understanding and laid back, but it wasn’t in her nature.

She stayed at an eight out of ten twenty-four seven and a nigga got used to it.

The moment I walked in the door, I glanced at the TV.

Mel was watching that YouTube shit again, while Mecca was in the bedroom playing that City Girl shit.

She must’ve heard the door open because she walked her ass into the kitchen still rapping along with Pussy Talk .

I watched he hop on the counter and open the box as she dug in.

“Mel, c’mon baby.” She called out while she stuffed her face.

I shook my head before washing my hands to dig in the extra order of hot wings that I’d ordered. She loved Sal’s pizza, but I couldn’t see what the fuck she saw in it. The crust was overcooked and the cheese was always salty. “I gotta run back out.”

I felt her glare the moment I said that. I probably should’ve worded it differently. “Why?”

“To handle something with Quari and ya brother. I shouldn’t be long.”

She pouted.

I shook my head because her nutty ass was spoiled. Walking over I stepped between her legs and just looked up at her. “Why are you pouting, shorty?”

“I don’t know. My emotions are everywhere.” She shook her head.

“Yeen even that pregnant to be blaming shit on my seed, Mecca.” I laughed at her.

“Nigga, bye!”

After all the fucking promises in the world, I finally got out of the crib and I was walking into Quari’s crib.

“Don’t slam the—” Quari started, but I already slammed the door and the baby lying in the rocker began to cry.

I looked over at him before shrugging. “My bad.”

“Fuck ya bad, go wash ya hands and hold ya god daughter, because that’s that shit.” Quari drank from the bottle of water but he didn’t move from his seat at the table across from Mazzier.

I laughed, but I took my jacket off and I definitely went and grabbed my god baby.

They had her fucked up if they thought all she was finna do was cry.

When I had her in my arms she quieted down and opened those big pretty ass eyes.

Neither of her parents had grey eyes, but lil mama had some big grey ass eyes, that had a nigga stuck and thinking about his own genes when Mecca gave birth.

“Yep, you’ll be doing time behind this one right here.

” I walked over and took a seat at the table.

Quari laughed. “Nah I’m not. I’m locking her ass in the house until she’s at least thirty.”

We all laughed before the room grew serious.

Quari was the first to speak. “Some nigga named, Clay Afron tried to put a cheap ass hit out on me. I have been tryna get at this bitch on the low but he has to know I’m coming.

The least he could do is let me know what the fuck I did to his bitch ass.

He’s smart though because he’s making sure to not be seen or keep his whereabouts a secret. ” Quari shrugged.

“Small fucking world because Gayze and I met with Johnson the other day and it just so happens to be the nigga Mile’s pops. But that’s not all.” Mazzier opened the folder that was sitting in front of him and began lying photos out.

I recognized two of the four. One was the dead motherfucker who Quari folded in Canez and the other was Mazzier’s manager at Canez.

“They’re all siblings.”

“Which makes them ya siblings?” Quari asked, confused.

“Hell nah, papers say my mama had Miles and signed him over to his pops the same night.”

“So all we gotta do is kill all their asses and our troubles end?” I asked.

Mazzier cut his eyes from me to Quari.

“Look Thich Nhat Hanh, we get that you practicing this Non-vio?—”

“Fuck outta here, the line been crossed, no talking is necessary.” Mazzier waved us off. That was what he said, but I knew for sure he wasn’t like that.

“Bet.” I responded. “Now lemme hear how you patched shit up with the family doc.” Mecca had come home laughing about how she and Mama Dolly sent Mazzier off, so I wanted to hear the story from him.

“Long story short, ya messy ass baby mama and Dolly told me that Gayze was dating some nigga, so I had Nadeen drop her location and I pulled up. It just so happens that she was in therapy, so I busted up in that bitch and it became a couples therapy.”

I giggled my ass off because I could only imagine what the hell he did.

“That shit worked?” Quari asked, with a slight chuckle.

“It had to, because it was either that or me knocking this nigga she was giving her time away to off.” He shrugged. “Funny thing is, it turns out Imma have to knock him off anyway.” He rubbed his hands together like he was Birdman or some shit.

“And why the fuck is that?” I asked. He had drawn both I and Quari in with this one, It was unheard of Mazzier knocking a nigga off over something personal.

“The nigga lives in Gayze’s building, he told her that his name was King when in reality it’s Sosa and he’s one of Miles’s brothers.” He explained.

“Damn, so the enemy been tapping ya chick while you been fucking up?” Quari tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Hell nah, that nigga ain’t tapped shit.” Mazzier grew defensive as hell.

“I mean I could see how you’re in denial about that shit. I’d be too.” He shook his head.

I couldn’t help but laugh at this goofy ass shit. These niggas were a trip.

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