Page 27 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Jersey

I couldn’t believe that this nigga had been under my nose the whole fucking time and I didn’t know it.

I wanted nothing more than to blow this nigga’s face the fuck open.

The fact he’d been ’round my son was enough for me to take his life.

His being this close and my not knowing didn’t sit well with me.

I had to let Mylani know what was happening.

I knew it might be hard to keep her from working, but I needed to make sure that she was safe at all times.

I couldn’t be everywhere all the time, and if something happened to her, I’d turn Atlanta and fucking Alabama upside fucking down.

I had to tell her what was up, and I was gonna do it tonight.

I had to take a few days to get my head together.

Speaking of her lil’ ass, she was calling me.

“Wassup, bae?” I answered the phone as soon as I saw her face pop up on the screen.

“Hey. I just wanted to let you know I was on my way to you. I just came from the doctor with Trinity, and she’s indeed pregnant.” She sighed.

“Damn. What you need me to do?” I didn’t care what it was. I was always ready and willing to have my girl’s back, no matter what.

“You do enough. I can handle this.” She tried to sound convincing, but I knew better.

“How far are you?” I asked.

“About ten minutes out.”

“Aight. Hurry up and get here.” I hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to get a beer.

I was still trying to wrap my head around this nigga being all up in my face and I didn’t know it.

I was pissed at myself for slipping like that.

I even contemplated breaking up with Mylani, but I scratched that thought as fast as I had it.

This shit had nothing to do with her, and I wasn’t about to make it.

“Pops, can we go out to eat tonight?” Jerz came downstairs and sat at the counter in front of me.

“You got money, nigga?”

“Why you tryna play me? That’s what you for.”

“I hear you. Where you wanna go?” I asked since I knew his lil’ ass already had this shit planned out.

“Let’s ask Lani when she gets here. I’m down to go wherever she wants to.” His bad ass had the nerve to laugh and take off running with me behind him right when Mylani was walking through the door.

“Lani, save me!” Jerz ran straight to Mylani and hid behind her.

“What did I just walk into?”

“Me about to beat his ass.” I walked up to my girl and kissed her lips.

“You two stay playing. I think it’s cute,” she cooed.

“Yeah, whatever. Stay the fuck away from my girl, nigga.” I bucked at my son. “Bae, where you wanna eat? Jerz said it’s up to you.”

“It really doesn’t matter. I’m tired, so I’ma take a nap before we go wherever.”

“Aight, cool. I’ma come with you. Jerz, don’t knock on my damn door. Hop on the game with MJ or something.” I gave my son a death glare and dared him to try me. He thought it was funny when he did that shit. Badass was real deal hating on me.

“Nobody thinking about y’all.” He waved his hand and went back to the game.

“Come on. Let’s go get this nap.”

***

We ended up at this Mexican spot downtown. Mylani said she had a taste for some real tacos, so here we were.

“What you gone do about your sister? She gone keep the baby? Where the lil’ nigga at that knocked her up?” I took a swig of my Corona while Mylani and Jerz munched on the chips and salsa that were at the table.

“She said she wanted to keep it, so that means I’ll have to work extra hard to take care of the both of them.” She sighed.

“Where the fuck her baby daddy at?”

“He’s around, I guess. She said he would help, but I’m not banking on that. His ass is nineteen and has a baby on the way with my sixteen-year-old sister. I know he traps, but that’s about it.” When she said he trapped, that got my attention.

“What’s his name?”

“Dantè.”

“You gotta be kidding me right now. Don’t worry about it.

I got it.” I knew that lil’ nigga. He worked in one of my traps, so I knew he would have the capability of taking care of his seed.

If I had anything to do with it, he was gonna do just that.

My girl wasn’t about to run herself down taking care of his responsibilities.

“You know him?” she inquired.

“If we’re talking about the same one, then yeah. Lil’ nigga works for me. Don’t worry about him doing his part, because I’ll make sure of that shit.”

“Jersey, don’t do anything crazy. That’s still my niece or nephew’s father,” she warned.

“I’m not unless he gi—” I cut my sentence short when I saw Shanna walk inside with that fuck nigga Honcho by her side.

She saw me before he did. When he realized he was spotted, I saw the fear flash in his eyes before it disappeared.

She purposely made her way over to my table, and I instinctively shielded Mylani by sitting up with my elbows on the table.

“So, you took my son so that you could play house with this bitch?” Shanna all but yelled, further pissing me off.

“Shanna, I’m gonna ask you as nicely as I can to get away from my table ’fore I act an ass in here.”

“Nigga, fuck you! Jerz, come on. Let’s go.” She reached for my son, and I almost snapped her fucking arm off.

“Bitch, what the fuck did I tell you!” I felt Mylani touch my back, and I glanced over my shoulder. Shanna had better be kissing her ass from now on because she just saved hers.

“Come on, bae. Let’s go. I don’t need you getting my baby all upset.” I snapped my neck in that nigga’s direction when he insinuated Shanna was pregnant. His ass smirked as if he had one up on me, but I had one better.

“Too bad you won’t live to see your kid come into the world. Y’all come on. We’ll get something on the way back home.” I pulled a few bills out my pocket and threw them on the table and left. I meant what I said. I was killing that nigga, and his kid would never know who the fuck he was.