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“ G o down in the mancave and I’ll meet you down there,” I told Perc.

We finally were getting some things done and found out the spot our pops was laying his head at.

I didn’t want to come to my house and not acknowledge my son or my woman, so I went looking for them both.

Perc and I were in such a deep conversation that I didn’t notice her car wasn’t home.

I headed down to the mancave with Perc so we could smoke, watch the game and them come up with how we wanted to approach the situation.

“You know the bitch that owns the flower shop. She was Khi’s auntie?” I asked Perc as I sat down to roll us a blunt.

“Yeah.”

“I killed her, but the bitch was saying a lot of shit that is making sense to me now.”

“That’s why the fuck her son was muggin’ the shit outta me at the mall the other day. Before I knew it, I had done got my gun ready to spray up the whole mall. Nigga, you better let me know when you make moves like that.”

“That nigga ain’t gon’ do shit. But listen, she called me son. She said something about me still being a puppet and someone pulling the strings behind the curtain. You think she was talking about pops?”

“Nigga give me the blunt because honestly, I don’t wanna even think ‘bout the shit. Let’s just watch the damn game and we’ll go from there.”

As the Bulldogs were about to make a touchdown, my flat screen shut off and Blessyn came marching her ass up to me with a scowl on her face.

“Fuck wrong with you?” Perc and I looked at her crazy.

“Perc, leave!” Blessyn stated.

“He ain’t gotta go nowhere. If you wanna talk ‘bout some shit, then we can go elsewhere don’t come fuckin’ up the vibe in my mancave.”

“If you don’t want me to embarrass you, then you need to come and holla at me.”

“Nigga, you in some deep shit now,” Perc teased.

“Nigga don’t smoke all my weed. I’ll be right back.”

“Shidddd, I doubt it, but okay.”

Blessyn walked into the joining kitchen and rested her elbows on the counter while she went through her phone. I let her do what she was doing while grabbed something to drink out of the refrigerator. When I closed the door, Blessyn had her phone in my face with a picture.

“Who is she?”

“A crackhead,” I moved passed her.

“Why is she claiming she’s pregnant by you then?”

“You know damn well that bitch ain’t pregnant by me. You gon’ overthink some shit and hurt yo own damn feelings. Who are you getting this information from?”

“From her.”

“Mannn get the fuck outta here. This bitch so cracked out. What the hell I look like sticking my dick in her when I got you?”

“So, you never fucked her?”

“I fucked that bitch when I was in the streets and before she started smoking that shit. What are you coming outta yo ass wit’ this shit?”

“She’s here and she says something different.”

“You brought here? To our shit? Without speaking with me first?”

“I’m speaking to your ass now.”

“I’m convinced you got mental issues. Where this hoe at?”

I followed Blessyn into the foyer where this bitch was standing looking better than the last time I saw her. Since she was lying on me, I wonder did she tell Blessyn about the fucking child she had from Khi? I hadn’t stuck my dick in this bitch in over ten years.

“You told my baby you pregnant from me?”

She started shaking from the sound of my voice. Even though she cleaned herself up slightly she still had that smell of her house on her. She was on some get back shit, but it wasn’t going to lie because one thing about me, I ain’t have to lie about shit.

“You better get to muthafuckin’ talking,” I walked closer.

“Nah, don’t intimidate her Lucky,” Blessyn stated. “Tell me what the fuck you told me earlier. You gave me details. You better get to talking since you got me confronting my nigga about your dirty ass.”

“Blessyn shut the fuck up ‘cause you could’ve come to me with this shit way better than this. When did we start believing what the fuck people outside of our house say? Then to think you brought this bitch here. To the same spot my son sleeps. Did yo dumb ass forget that we were still hiding? Unless you don’t give a fuck about sleeping good at night. ”

“Look, it was a setup. I only came to drive a wedge between y’all. Now that it has worked can I go so I can get my payoff?”

I pulled the drawer out where I kept one of my guns. This bitch thought she was going to walk out my door?

“Who sent you?” I raised my gun up to her.

“Lucky!” Blessyn cried out.

“Shut the fuck up! Go get my son and pack some shit up. This yo goddamn fault for falling for this dumb ass shit. Hurry the fuck up and tell Perc I said we gotta go.”

As soon as Blessyn walked off, I busted this bitch shit open with my gun. “You think you was going to set me up and then walk out my door, bitch? You’ve brought harm to my house and all you can think about it getting a goddamn payoff. Who the fuck sent you?”

She didn’t say anything. Just stood there with blood dripping from her broken nose. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back, placing the barrel of my gun to her chin.

“Who. The. Fuck. Sent. You?” I continued to pistol whip her.

“Your daddy.”

I squeezed the trigger and let her head explode all over the foyer.

Blessyn damn near dropped my son when she saw all the chucks of brain matter on my clothes.

I stepped right over her body and handed my gun to Perc so I could go and change.

Time wasn’t on our side, and I wasn’t sure if my pops followed their ass or not.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Blessyn asked, shaking.

“Blessyn, leave me the fuck alone right now. You just did some foul shit for the last goddamn time, and I can’t forgive you for it.

You always go off the damn deep end with shit before coming to me.

After this shit over bruh, I don’t wanna be with your ass no more.

You don’t trust me, and I don’t want to keep dealing with this shit.

My life was peaceful as fuck, and I was thinking it was going to be that way with you, but you believe every goddamn thing someone tells you.

It’s childish and I’m done with the shit. ”

I threw my clothes in a trash bag and changed. I was going to have to get this bitch out of here before we burned this bitch to the ground. Blessyn had no idea the trouble she had caused but it didn’t matter at this point. She was dead to me. I had forgiven her for the last time.