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  My eyes snapped open when I felt a hand wrap around my neck and the other hand go up my dress. I looked in his eyes and he had a crazed look in them.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  Even though his hand was around my neck, he wasn’t really choking me.

  “Did you let that bitch eat you out?” DeMoni asked in a raspy voice.

  I don’t know the hell he expected me to answer that question when he had two fingers moving in and out of me while his thumb rubbed on my clothes.

  “Oh shit!” I shrieked when I felt his dick replace his fingers.

  “Answer me, Tahtiana. Did you let her taste my pussy?” he asked while applying pressure to my neck.

  “Uh…n—noo,” I answered in a moan.

  If I wasn’t so dickmatized, I would have asked him how the hell he knew I was at Jazz’ house. If the dick wasn’t so good, I would have remembered that I told him that we weren’t going to be fucking anymore. If he wasn’t stroking me so damn good, I would have remembered that I was supposed to be mad at him.

  I knew he was talking to me but I couldn’t understand a damn thing he was saying. It had been so long since I’d had any sexual activity in my life besides Jazz’ little head games and this shit was feeling too good.

  “Moniiiiii!” I screamed out as I came.

  He continued to stroke unmercifully as he bent down and licked my ear.

  “If that bitch even gets within touching distance of my pussy, I’ll kill her,” he whispered right before he grunted and released his kids in me.

  Thank God I’m already pregnant. I laid there and digested what DeMoni had just said. I believed him to the fullest when he said he would kill Jazz. DeMoni was a very stingy person and didn’t like sharing anything that he felt was his or belonged to him. No matter how many times I’d tried to tell that nigga we were not together, he thought I was playing. Shit, if he keeps fucking me like that, I’ll be whatever he wants me to be.

  I chuckled and shook my head because that was why we were so fucked up now.

  10: Tahani

  Knock knock

  Cuba rolled his window down and looked at me suspiciously.

  “If you’re going to sit outside my house all day, at least let me feed you.” He began to shake his head and tried to speak but I cut him off. “I’m not taking no for an answer so get out. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

  Since I refused to move out of my house, Alpha had Cuba following me and sitting outside my house in the day while somebody else sat out there at night. Alpha said he wasn’t taking any chances until he caught Tristan.

  “DeJuan Marcelo Hooks, Junior! You have two minutes to get off that game or it’s going to be a problem!” I yelled up the stairs.

  “Here I come!” Juanie yelled back.

  When I turned around, I was looking Cuba right in the face. I damn near jumped out of my skin. He was so quiet that I didn’t even hear him come in. I could clearly see why Alpha had hired him, he was silent and, most likely, deadly.

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “You’re fine,” I assured him. “Come on in here so you can eat.”

  As he sat down at the table, I fixed his and Juanie’s plates.

  “Hey, Cuba,” Juanie said as he came into the kitchen.

  “What’s up, little man?” Cuba spoke as they gave each other dap.

  “Mom, when we’re done eating, can Cuba help me start my conditioning for football?” Juanie asked.

  “I thought your dad was coming over to help you?” I questioned.

  Juanie shook his head. “He called and said something came up that he had to take care of.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to help me refrain from saying what I wanted to say. Now I didn’t care too much about Omega being mad at or mistreating me because I expected it but what’s not about to happen is him mistreating my son because of me.

  For two weeks straight, DeJuan had been promising Juanie that he was going to help him get ready for football. He wanted to make sure that he was capable of playing because he had been shot, even though the bullets didn’t hit any major arteries. Now here it is time for Juanie to start conditioning and the bastard all of a sudden couldn’t do it.

  “I don’t know, Juanie, Cuba might have something to do. You know he’s only here to—”

  “I’ll do it,” Cuba cut me off.

  I looked at him with a raised eyebrow as I placed their plates in front of them. Hearing that got Juanie excited and he couldn’t stop talking about football. Those two were in their own little world, talking about stuff I knew nothing about so I just ate my food in silence.

  “Cuba, have you ever been shot?” Juanie asked, causing me to choke on my food.

  “You okay?” Cuba asked with a smirk.

  I nodded my head as I took a sip of my pop. “DeJuan, you don’t just ask people that,” I fussed.

  “I just wanted to know.”

  “Hurry up and finish your food. I don’t know how you two expect to do anything when you’ve already had seconds,” I said. “Y’all are too skinny to eat that much.”

  They both laughed at me while I got up to answer my ringing phone. Looking at the caller ID, I noted that it was a private caller so I rejected the call. The first person that popped up in my mind was Tristan. I haven’t heard from him since he left me on the floor to die.

  “You good?”

  “Shit!” I jumped. “Cuba, please warn me the next time you’re coming. I’m too young for a heart attack and that’s exactly what you’re going to give me.”

  He hit me with his famous smirk. “Who was it?” he asked.

  “Private caller,” I answered honestly.

  I had learned my lesson about lying or keeping stuff from people. Keeping stuff from the people I loved almost cost me my life and even though they said they forgave me, I knew they didn’t trust me. I had to put in overtime to get that back because as of right now, I was what you would call the black sheep of the family.

  I wasn’t mad because I had no one to blame but myself, and I knew that if the shoe were on the other foot, I would be the same way. Ever since I had been out of the hospital, I had been avoiding my dad. I had no words to say to him. The fact that he was working with Tristan and their little plan to take Omega down resulted in Juanie getting hurt made me sick to my stomach.

  I could have ended up losing the one person that meant more to me than anyone in this world; all over what, though? Over a hard-on that my dad had for Omega? Over some childish ass beef because Alpha was something he tried too hard to be and failed at? The shit was just sick and pointless.

  11: Moni

  Tahtiana ass must think she slick. She thought I didn’t know about her still keeping in contact with that carpet munching bitch she was messing with. The bitch got the right idea but the wrong nigga’s girl. The only person that was going to be sucking on Tahtiana’s pussy is me, DeMoni. The same nigga that had been fucking her for the past ten years.

  See, I knew Tahti better than she knew herself. She could talk all that “we’re not together” bullshit all she wanted, but I knew the moment her ass got that itch, she wanted me to scratch it. Just like the other day. I had to fuck some sense into her ass to help her remember who the fuck I was.

  Ain’t no way in hell I was going to sit back and let a bitch…a full-blown bitch, steal my girl. Hell naw, shit don’t work that way. Even though the shit not funny, I had to laugh at the fact that instead of a nigga trying to take her, it was a female.

  “The hell wrong with you, nigga?” Omega asked.

  We had just finished dropping our baby brother Keylin off at the airport so his ass could get back to school.

  “Just thinking about this shit Tahti got going on,” I told him.

  “You bout a stupid nigga, DeMoni. Let me be in your shoes, I would have both of they asses in the bed waiting on me butt ass naked every night. The fuck wrong with you? That bitch wanna lick Tahti cat? Go ahead and let he
r while you fucking her ass from the back,” Omega said.

  I looked at this nigga trying to figure out if he was serious.

  “Dead ass?” I asked.

  “Hell yea, what you mean? You ain’t no real Hooks, man. I hope you don’t have Keylin acting like a pussy boy like your ass.”

  “Shut up, nigga. First of all, her ass is a stud or whatever you call them. Her ass is too manly. I could see if she was a bad bitch with a tight body or something like that, but she think she more of a nigga than I am,” I explained.

  “Yea, and if you keep fucking up, her nigga ass gon have Tahti ass laid out in the bed fucking her with a plastic dick and having your son calling her daddy,” Omega laughed.

  I punched that nigga in his chest for saying some shit like that but that ain’t do shit but make him laugh even harder. This niggas always thought some shit was funny when it never was.

  “Shut the fuck up, nigga. While you over there laughing, Tahani got a nigga over there helping her recover every day. Helping Juanie condition for football and everything,” I said with a smile.

  Hearing that caused that nigga’s laughter to cease immediately. He looked at me like he was about to shoot my ass. Now it was my turn to laugh. Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun.

  “Fuck you talking about?” he asked.

  “Nothing, nothing at all, little brother,” I smirked.

  “Nah, elaborate on that shit. Fuck you mean and how you know?” he asked.

  “Because, unlike your ass, I care about baby sis. I call to check on her at least twice a week. When I spoke to her yesterday, I asked her how Juanie was doing and she said he was doing good; he was in the backyard with her friend conditioning for football,” I told him.

  I was leaving out the part that her so-called friend was Cuba, who worked for our pops and was basically her bodyguard. He didn’t need to know all that, though, because if he called to check on his family, he would know what the fuck was going on over there. No matter what Tahani may have done or how mad at her he was, the fact still remained that she was family.

  “Is that right?” he asked.

  “I wouldn’t lie to you. But check this. Just because you’re mad at your baby moms doesn’t mean you should act funny with Juanie. He’s innocent in this shit. He has his own phone so you don’t have to call Hani to check on him to see how he doing,” I preached.

  “I hear you, Moni, but we’re not talking about me right now. We’re talking about your no good ass,” he said.

  I just chuckled because I knew that nigga was all in his feelings now. Omega had always been stubborn, ever since we were little. He always thought somebody was supposed to kiss his ass whenever they pissed him off but he was going to have to realize sooner or later that he and Tahani were not the teenagers they were before he got locked up.

  “Alright, man. I’ll get at your ugly ass later. Let me go check on my son’s mother and see what her ass up to,” I told him as I got up.

  ___

  When I walked through the front door, Tahti was standing in front of the TV in a sports bra and some little ass shorts looking like she was about to tip over.

  “Yooooo! What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

  She turned and looked at me with a smile on her face. “It’s called yoga,” she said.

  “Don’t be doing that shit while you’re carrying my son,” I fussed.

  “Calm down, DeMoni. It’s okay to do yoga while you’re pregnant.”

  “Bullshit. What if you would have fell over and hurt my son? I would have fucked your little ass up,” I told her seriously.

  She just rolled her eyes and tried to walk past me but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. I put my hand on her stomach and moved it around until I felt my son kick. I sat down on the couch and pulled her between my legs.

  “You always get him riled up,” Tahti chuckled.

  “Because that’s daddy’s little man,” I said as I kissed all over her stomach, everywhere I felt him move.

  I couldn’t wait until DeMoni Marcel Hooks III made his appearance into the world. When Tahti first told me she was pregnant, I was expecting the worst. She had never been able to make it past sixteen weeks ever since she got that abortion. Now, in two months, my son would be entering the world.

  “He’s going to be so spoiled,” Tahti said as she as she ran her fingers over my head.

  “Hell yea, just like his mom.”

  “I am not spoiled.”

  “Shit, I can’t tell,” I laughed.

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Moni, what are we going to do?” she asked with a sigh.

  “What you mean?” I asked as I pulled her down on my lap.

  “With this, with us. I know that no matter what we go through we still love each other and I have no doubts that our son will be surrounded by love, but I don’t want to bring him up and all he sees is his mom and dad fighting all the time. That’s the same thing we experienced growing up and I want it to be different for him,” she explained.

  “What we’re going to do is get our shit together. No, I’m going to get my shit together. I have no choice. You know you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with and I’m not trying to lose you or my son, no matter how many times you claim you don’t want to be with my ass.”

  My saying that made her chuckle a little. “Oh, shut up. I can’t get rid of your ass no matter how hard I tried.”

  “That I know. I just needed for you to realize that.”

  “I love your little ugly ass,” she said.

  “I love your big head ass, too,” I told her. “Plus, the only way your ass is ever going to be able to leave me is through death anyways,” I told her honestly.

  “Whatever you say,” she laughed.

  She could think I was laughing all she wanted, but she knew I was dead ass serious. Tahti knew just like I did that we were made for each other and I would kill anybody who tried to come between us. Even though we weren’t married, we were in this thing until death do us part, even more so now that we had a son.

  12: Omega

  I sat outside Tahani’s house as I waited for Juanie to come out. I hadn’t seen my son in two weeks because I was too busy being mad at Hani, and that wasn’t even me. I was letting my stubbornness get in the way of my responsibilities.

  “Hey, dad,” Juanie said as he climbed in the car.

  “What’s up, little man? What you been up to?” I asked.

  “Nothing, just staying out of trouble and taking care of mom,” he answered.

  “That’s what’s up. Whose car is that?” I asked, being nosey.

  “Oh, that’s mom’s friend. He’s always over. He’s cool, though,” Juanie said.

  The conversation I had with DeMoni the other day played over in my mind. No matter how mad I was at Tahani, I didn’t like the fact that another nigga was around her or my son. I didn’t know why her ass always thought she had to have a nigga around.

  “Let me see your key real quick, little man. I gotta use the bathroom,” I lied.

  Juanie reached in his pocket and handed me his key. I got out of the car and walked up to Tahani’s front door, happily letting myself in. One thing about me is that I was a bold ass nigga who didn’t give a fuck. If Tahani did have a nigga in here, I was going to let it be known just who the fuck I was.

  I heard voices coming from the kitchen so that’s where I headed. Hani was sitting on the counter eating a plum while the nigga was bending down under the sink. She looked up at me and looked as if she had seen a ghost.

  “O—Omega, what are you doing here?” she asked.

  “Shit, who that?” I asked as I nodded my head in his direction.

  “Cuba,” he answered. “I heard your pops talk about you a lot.”

  Hearing him mention Alpha caused me to raise my eyebrow. “He met the family?” I questioned.

  It probably came off as be being jealous as hell and I really didn’t give a fuck. This shit between Tahani
and I wasn’t new. She would do something to piss me off, I would give her ass the cold shoulder until I felt as if she had enough then we would act like nothing happened. But this time, Hani needed to learn her lesson because the shit she pulled not only almost cost my son’s life, but hers as well.

  But forget all that, back to this nigga who was moving all about the kitchen like I wasn’t even standing here. Hani had the nerve to be standing there with a smirk on her face like some shit was funny.

  She grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling me out of the kitchen and back by the front door.

  “What’s up, Juanie Boy? What are you here for?” she asked as she fixed the collar of my shirt.

  “Don’t call me that shit,” I snapped.

  Back in the day, she used to call me Juanie Boy whenever she was trying to get her way or sweet talk her way out of something. I would be lying if I said it didn’t work, but this was seven years later and things had changed.

  “What time are you bringing my son back?” she questioned.

  “When I feel like it. So who is that nigga? Do you really think it’s smart to have a nigga around after what the last one did?” I asked.

  Tahani folded her arms over her chest while rolling her eyes and sighing. “Why do you care, DeJuan? Besides if you would come around more often, you would know that him being around is your dad’s idea. I personally was against it but you know nobody goes against what Alpha says. Plus, he’s actually turning into a friend, someone I can talk to since nobody else is fucking with me right now. All I have in my corner is Cuba and my son, so don’t try to snap on me. Anyways, have fun,” she said before turning around and walking back to the kitchen.

  I watched her ass jiggle in the leggings she had on until she disappeared. Maybe that was our problem. We should just do like we used to do and fuck our frustrations out on each other. I’d been out for months and been so busy caught up in Tahani’s bullshit that I hadn’t even had a chance to get my dick wet yet.