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Hov

The bartender slid me a drink with some flowers and shit in it and I slid it back to his ass. I didn’t want this cute ass shit.

“Just try it babe. I want you to drink for me since I can’t anymore.”

“I can drink for you, but you will be drinking Jack on ice.”

I replied, signaling for the bartender to come back over. I ordered the drink I really wanted while thinking about the girl I wanted to be with today. Having to text her that I couldn’t make it killed me, but Cashmier was laying the guilt trip on heavy and I also didn’t want to disappoint her.

Once I got my drink, I sipped on it trying to relax after a stressful couple of days.

Ciara only responded, “K” to my message which let me know she was probably saying that she is done with a nigga.

She got me fucked up tho, because we not done until I agree with it too.

And with her, I don’t think I ever will agree to that shit.

Not even with a new baby coming into my life.

I know all I have to do is get an understanding with Cashmier and feed her pockets with plenty of money to still see my child once it’s here.

But for right now, I’ll play the game she wants just for the safety of my seed.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

I heard a sweet ass voice speak on the other side of Cashmier to the bartender. I sat back against the back of the stool to see if the voice matched the body and to my surprise it was the body that I yearned for standing about two feet away from me. Ciara.

“Can we get another round of shots for the table. Our waitress hasn’t been back around in like ten minutes.”

Ciara told the bartender and then walked back to a table full of people, but her chair just happened to be next to a nigga who pulled it out for her. I was mugging they asses so hard Cashmier grabbed me by my chin and made me face her direction.

“Baby, you good?”

“Yeah.”

I had to swallow the frog in my throat from pure anger.

Who the fuck was she out here with and why the fuck was she looking this good sitting next to another nigga.

I know it is her birthday but fuck that shit.

I’m supposed to be the one pulling out her chair and shit today.

I don’t give a fuck who this nigga is, he got to get the fuck from around her.

“Will you two be getting any food today.”

“Yes, I want the empanadas and some mac and cheese. Babe you?”

Cashmier asked, but I couldn’t stop looking in Ciara’s direction.

“Babe? What do you want?”

“Nothing, I’m cool.”

I tried brushing them off.

“Cool how? You said you were starving on the way here.”

“Just get me whatever you get. But to go.”

“Why baby? I thought we were going to eat here? The place we are staying at now is like fifteen minutes away from here. Our food will get cold.”

“That’s what the air fryer and microwave and shit is for. I have to go handle some shit. I’m sorry, but you know how it is.” I glanced back at the table again making Cashmier look back to Ciara’s table this time

“Oh, shit.”

She said out loud, turning back towards the bar.

“Oh, shit what?”

“I think. I need. To throw up.”

She covered her mouth and ran into the restroom up near the bar.

As soon as she left, I pulled out my phone and text Ciara but before I could send the message, she was back up by the bar, making another request that I couldn’t hear.

Why the fuck was she having to steadily come up here when all of them muthafuckas sitting with her.

That’s unless she wanted to be seen by me because she too had something to say.

“Ay.”

I reached over and grabbed her elbow.

“Yes.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping away from my grip.

“Don’t step away from me. Who the fuck is that nigga you sitting by over there?”

She looked over her shoulder.

“He’s a friend. I don’t have to ask you who you’re up here with though. I know who it is. The girlfriend you said you were done with.”

“I am done with her, but some shit came up and I have to let her ass down easy, alright?”

“Whatever you two have going on. Please just leave me out of it. I’m trying to enjoy my birthday. Now if you will excuse me.”

She walked away from me, and I had the urge to stop her by her arm, that dress, or even by her hair to keep her from walking away, but at the same time I know I can’t handle her like that. Ciara didn’t seem like the type to take that shit lite.

I need Cashmier and that food to hurry the fuck up before I nut up in this bitch and have this entire establishment roped off for investigation.

Once the food was brought out in to go bags, I paid for it and then called Cashmier who was still in the restroom twenty minutes later. This morning sickness in the evening shit is why her and me won’t be going anywhere else anytime soon.

Last night, me and Cashmier stayed at one of my smaller penthouse spots that I rented out as an Airbnb here in Brooklyn.

It was nowhere near as luxurious as my other penthouse but even that shit won’t compare to what’s coming next since I’m about to have a seed running through the halls.

I had dreams when I was younger of moving to Jersey and getting a big ass house or getting a penthouse in Manhattan that had that roof top pool I always wanted.

Truth is, I could’ve bought that shit a while ago, but I was saving up until that type of life is necessary.

Now it is, I just don’t’ know who the queen will be roaming through that mutha fucker if one.

When we made it to the Airbnb, I walked Cashmier into the building and up the stairs to the unit we were staying in.

“Alright, lock up. I’m about to leave out and makes some moves with Crew.”

“Okay I guess, but when is this ever going to slow down?”

“What do you mean when will it slow down?”

“This lifestyle of yours. You constantly having to leave me to go and meet up with Crew. Is it going to be like that when the baby gets here? I mean you seemed to be the one that wanted this kid more than anything, so I just hope you stop for a second and think about the time we will be needing in the future.”

Where Cashmier pouting is the last shit, I ever wanted to hear, I do understand what she means.

I for sho want to be around for my kid and give him or her more time than the little bit that my father gave me growing up.

I remember wanting to be in the gang so bad just to spend time with the nigga.

I grew up with the mentality that I had to sell drugs and be in the streets to have quality time with my father.

“Things will change Cash. Don’t worry. I’ll start getting shit set up these next however many months we have until the baby gets here. Speaking of, when are you going to go to the doctor to see how far along you are? I need to know how long I have to prepare for my heir’s arrival.”

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find a doctor I trust but it’s hard because of all the good ones in New York being taken. It’s looking like we will have to go to Jersey to get a decent doctor.”

“Well, we go to fuckin Jersey then. However far we have to go to take care of our seed we will go.”

“Okay, I’ll look in Jersey too.”

She answered in a hushed tone.

“I’ll see you later tho alight. You should be straight here. This building is much safer than the last one, plus no one knows you’re here.”

“Are you sure? How did they know about your penthouse? I thought you only let people you know and care about know where you live?”

I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t’ really have any leads on who did this shit other than the video from the door camera.

When I asked her what the niggas looked like, or sounded liked, or walked like, she had little description for me.

She said she held her eyes closed most of the time scared for her life as they yelled and screamed at her.

Just picturing the mother of my child tied up with guns around her scared made me feel deadly.

Somebody has to bleed over this shit, and I don’t give a fuck how long it takes.

I simply have to find out whoever it is.

“All I can tell you is that the next spot we move to, I’m not having any homies come over other than the ones that are like my brothers.

I don’t care if they work for me, or family, that’s a way to eliminate the wrong people knowing where we stay and potentially spreading that information.

Your fuckin daddy can’t even come his tight pants wearing ass over no more. ”

She chuckled and shook her head.

“Whatever you say Jehovah. I’ll see you later tho.”

She puckered up her lips for a kiss and I reached down to kiss her.

I’m actually surprised at how tough Cashmier is being in this situation and letting me leave here without acting crazy.

I expected her to be timid and want to be under me, but she seemed back to normal after last night.

I take it this was her way of showing me that she was a lot tougher than I thought.

Now I just have to teach her ass how not to be taken so easy and defend herself if she needs too.

I left from the apartment and pulled out my phone dialing Ciara’s number as I gripped the wheel with my other hand. I still hadn’t gotten that visual of her walking away from me to go join some other niggas out of my head and I hate to be played.

“Hello?”

The sound of all the music and bullshit in the background of the restaurant was way more annoying now than when I was there.

Ciara’s voice sounded as if she were tired of me, but I knew she wasn’t.

Any woman that is still answering the phone for a man, ain’t tired.

She just mad at a nigga but it’s nothing that I can’t change.

“Come outside the restaurant in like twenty minutes.”

“For what, Hov?”

“Fuck, fight, or fuss, shit I don’t care. I just need you from around them niggas you with and asap.”

“You’re delusional.”

“And you mine. Come outside in twenty minutes.”

I hung up the phone.