by J Peach
In the past, ever since Peaches and I split apart, I had Blake looking after her. She couldn’t talk to a nigga without me knowing and whenever a dude tried to holla while Lil B was around, he was to run his ass off. I paid my son good money to look after his moms. I didn’t have time to be trying to take her away from no other nigga and she damn sho wasn’t about to have a nigga around my son, tryna play daddy. That’s why whenever he got out of line and became disrespectful toward a nigga, he called me and I would always talk Peaches down before she could whoop his ass.
Hell, my little dude was so good at his job, King put him onto his girl, too. Blake was a little snoop. He heard and saw everything then came back and told us about it.
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Blake got off the bed and stretched with a yawn. He was about to walk past me but stopped. “Give me my money.” He held out his hand again, rubbing his fingers together.
Laughing, I reached in my pocket and peeled off two bills. “Here,” I slapped it in his hands.
“Night, Dad.”
“Night.” I watched him walk out my room, I let out a sigh and rubbed the top of my head. I ain’t know what the fuck I was going to do about that Jerron nigga. He looked out for Peaches when I was down and everything, which I appreciated to the fullest.
King told me if Jerron hadn’t showed up when he did my baby girl and my shorties she were carrying wouldn’t be here. But I needed that nigga gone if he still had feelings for her. I really needed to holla at him to see where the fuck his head was at when it came to Peaches.
Though I ain’t liked him, we shared a common interest. Peaches. With the shit going on and the heat that was about to come when mothafuckas found out I wasn’t dead, Peaches was going to need somebody she trusted to look after her when I wasn’t around. But first I had to talk to him, just in case I had to get rid of his ass before shit got crazy.
I took out my phone and shot King a quick text, telling him to setup a meet with Jerron later on tomorrow. I stood and went to my side of the bed and sat my phone on the nightstand then took off my jeans. I pulled the covers back then leaned across the bed next to Peaches. My mouth went to her shoulder and I kissed my way up to her neck.
“Peaches,” I pulled her skin into my mouth and sucked on it hard. “Peaches,” my hand moved to the front of her shirt. I played with her nipples through her top. The small nub quickly became erect. She let out a moan and my dick grew harder. “Peaches, baby, you up?”
“No, I’m sleep and you stink like weed. The smell is making me sick.” She grabbed my hand and pushed it off her tittie. Peaches grabbed the cover and pulled it up to her chest. “Blaze, go shower before you get in this bed. I don’t feel like running back to the bathroom.” With that, she rolled over on her stomach.
“Damn, fo’real, Peach?”
She shrugged me off of her and pushed her face into the pillow. A sigh left my mouth as I got out the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. Peaches ass was trippin’ hard but I was getting some tonight, otherwise her ass was getting the fuck out.
I looked down at my dick and shook my head. I wasn’t about to jerk that mothafucka when I had a lady in the bed. Fuck that.
Once I finished washing myself up, I got out the shower and went to the sink to brush my teeth then went back into the room.
The room was dark. She had turned off the TV. Man, her ass on some bullshit.
I didn’t dry off or put on clothes. I just slid in the bed, grabbed Peaches and pulled her to me.
“Blaze, gon’ now.” She tried to pull away from me.
“Shut the fuck up. Why you still mad?” I managed to pull her on top of me.
“I’m not mad. I’m fine.” She lied. The attitude in her voice gave it away.
“Peach, you know why we had to come back. And I wasn’t leaving you out in Muncie. Let me finish. Damn!” I snapped at her as she tried to cut me off. She let out a loud breath but didn’t say anything. My hands moved along her spine, down to her ass then back up to her neck. “I wasn’t leaving y’all in Muncie or Lafayette, fuck that. Y’all being that far away from me would’ve had my head fuck’d up worrying who could’ve followed King or one of us out there one day. That’s too damn far for me to get to you if some shit happened. So if you’re pissed at me for not wanting to separate us, then so be it, fuck it. I’m not taking no chances or leaving you alone. I’m not doing it and you pregnant. Hell n’all, I ain’t chancing it again, baby girl.”
I was going to make sure someone stayed with them when I wasn’t around no matter what. After the whole thing with Le’Ron went down, I knew that bitch was dirty and would try coming for Peaches again. Hell, even my son this time. I wasn’t playing with those mothafuckas now. I had too much that was important to me that I couldn’t lose.
My hands continued to stroke along her back. For a while she didn’t say anything. I started to think she had went back to sleep until I heard her sigh.
“I know all that but it doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t want to come back here. All that’s here is pain and death, nothing else. I understand you have to do what needs to be done, but even so, that don’t mean I have to like it. But I’m going along with it because you have to do this. So I’m not mad at you, Blaze.” She tucked her face into the side of my neck.
My head moved back and I tried to look down at her. “If you ain’t mad and you understand all this shit, why we ain’t fuckin’?” I had to understand that.
“Why you always out until midnight with King? Huh? The same night we got here you dumped us at momma’s house, left us there and didn’t come back until three in the morning. Every day after that you’ve been home at midnight wanting to have sex when I have to sit in this house horny all day. Fuck you and yo dick. Until you can be considerate and come home in the afternoon and give me some, then I’m not having sex with you. My pussy is closed until further notice.” Peaches sat up, kissed me then rolled off of me. She scooted to her side of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, Peaches put it between us. “I don’t wanna feel you poking me in my ass. Good night.”
“Peach, you serious?” I hoped her ass was playing. She didn’t say anything. “Peaches?” Again, I was met with silence. “Man, this that bullshit, boss. Ol stupid ass.” I had every mind to push her ass off the fuckin’ bed. “Stupid shit, man.” I was pissed off. “This why niggas find hoes.”
Peaches broke out laughing. “Damn, bae, you real mad, huh? You wanna find hoes now?”
“Peaches, shut the fuck up, real shit.” My damn dick hurt. I was so fuckin’ hard. But I wasn’t about to beg her black ass. Fuck that.
“Okay, I love you, Blaze.” She yawned.
I didn’t say anything back to her. Instead, I rolled over on my side and forced myself to sleep.
***
The constant ringing of my phone woke me up. I glanced over at Peaches to make sure she was still sleep. She was. I grabbed my phone and put it to my ear.
“Yeah?” My hand ran down my face before my arm covered my eyes.
“Yo boy on the move. I got my little dude on him now. Get up, I’ll be there in five minutes,” King said.
“I’ight, I’ll be out in a minute.” I disconnected the call and let out a yawn. I looked at the time on my phone. It was four, forty-five in the morning. “Shit,” lowly I cussed as I tossed the covers off of me then went into the bathroom, and took a piss before I hopped in the shower.
Once I was done, I brushed my teeth then went back into my room, to the closet. I pulled on my boxer briefs, grabbed a pair of black sweats, a black beater and a black hoodie. After I got dressed, I stepped into my black forces then left out the closet. I went to Peaches.
Leaning over her, I kissed her cheek. “Peach,” I shook her. “Peaches.”
“Mhm?”
“I’m about to make a run. I’ll be back later on, i’ight?” My phone started ringing. Still leaned over her, I reached on the nightstand and grabbed it. “Yeah?”
“I’m outside,
let’s go.” King hung up before I could reply.
“I’ll call you in a few hours to see what’s up, i’ight?” I kissed her forehead and went to sit up but she caught the front of my shirt.
“Blaze, y’all be careful out there. You answer when I call, okay?” Peaches grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me.
“I’ight, if I don’t answer, it means I can’t and I’ll text you. Now go back to sleep.”
She didn’t let me go.
“Peaches, come on, man.” I let out a little laugh at her worrying ass. But shid, I really needed to go. “Peach, come on, baby girl. I gotda go.”
“Okay, you be careful, Blaze. I’m serious. I love you.” She kissed me again.
“I love you, too, Peach. I’ll call you in a few hours.” My lips pressed into hers once. I sat up and went to my side of the bed, reached underneath it and grabbed both of my Desert Eagles. I tucked them on each side of my waist band and left out. I stopped in Blake’s room before heading out of the door. When I went inside, he was damn near hanging off the bed. Little dude had to be tired. “B,” I pulled him fully into the bed so he wouldn’t fall off. “B.”
“Yeah?” Yawning, he rubbed his eyes then sat up. “Hm?” he hummed, looking up at me through squinted eyes.
I sat on his bed. “I’m about to make a run so look after yo momma for me. Bet?”
“I’ight. I got you.” His hand came out. We shook up, ending the handshake with a fist bump.
“I’ight, I’ll be back in a few hours.” I got off his bed and left out of his room, closing the door behind me. I grabbed my keys from the side table by the front door, set the alarm and left out the house. I hopped in King’s truck and shook up with him. “What’s up?”
“Yo youngin’ making early moves. You see how that little mothafucka get around. If we could teach his ass some form of control, he’ll be slick as fuck.” King drove down the street.
I looked over at him with a raised brow. “How the fuck can you teach a mothafucka shit when you can’t control yo gotdamn self?”
We were a lot of things but when shit got heated, self-control was the last thing we had. That mothafucka was crazy, but he had a point. If Mac could chill the fuck out and evaluate shit before killing a mothafucka, then he’d most definitely be sweet. Right now his ass just running around like a fuckin’ hitta and ain’t finding out shit.
“Fuck you. My little dude said he ran into him out in Delaney last night. Said Mac was out there until this morning and he followed him out to a house in the Bronx.” King parked and pointed up the street. “It’s that third brick one from the corner. Here.” He tossed me a pair of gloves and a black mask that covered from my nose to my chin.
I put it on and threw my hood on my head. “Circle the block.” I got out the truck and cut through the yard he had parked in front of. Once I hit the alley, I made my way down to the house. I slid into the backyard and jogged to the back door. The door was slightly opened and I shook my head. He was most definitely getting reckless. Once a mothafucka began to make dumb mistakes, their ass wasn’t no good to no body. It was no way that door should’ve been left opened.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw two duffle bags. Curiosity got me, I peeked inside one. Bricks of powder filled it. The other bag was full of money. What the fuck was he doing? Robbing those mothafuckas too?
I heard Mac voice come from the front room and I moved closer to hear what he was saying.
“A few months ago my homie was killed at Prestige. Word around is it was over territory.” Mac let out a laugh. “And it’s crazy that once he was gone yo little crew tried to take over his corners. Shid, I can say them mothafuckas was loyal to yo ass. I had to kill half of those fuckas just to find you. Do you know how fuckin’ pissed I am?” He let off a shot and a dude hollered out in pain. “The next bullet going right into yo heart. Now tell me what you know about that shooting. I don’t think you had nothing to do with it. I believe you just jumped at the opportunity to take the corners. But I think you know who might have sent the hit since ain’t nobody came at you about those spots.”
I was tired of hearing him talk to this mothafucka and was ready to kill him my damn self. But Mac’s last question is what stopped me. He had a point. If he wasn’t behind the hit and took over my corners with no problems coming his way, he knew who did.
“I don’t fuckin’ know—Ah fuck!” He screamed as Mac shot him again.
Mac smacked him across the face with the gun three times before he cocked it. “Don’t fuckin lie! I’mma ask you one more time. Who was behind the hit?”
“Okay! Rice and his bitch trying to run shit. He gave me the corners for a profit. He’s the one who told me I could get the spots.” He blurted out.
I pulled my gun from my waist, cocked it and let off two shots into his forehead.
Mac turned around and started shooting my way.
Chapter 20
Peaches
“Ah! Blake, I’mma kill you! Stop, that’s cold!” I screamed out a laugh as he sprayed me with his water gun. “Blake! Ang, get him!”
“Ah shit!” Blake shouted out as Marcus picked him up and tossed him into the pool. “Pops, you better run!” He grunted out before swimming to the end of the pool and getting out.
“Thanks, Marcus, but you better run.” I laughed as he took off running from a wet Blake.
“Blake, gon’ get him.” Bianca laughed as she flipped brats on the grill.
“Ooh, y’all would never believe what I found out last night.” I shook my head as I waved them into the kitchen. I turned to focus my attention on my baby and his pops as they played around. “Marcus, Blake, can y’all watch Keema by the pool until we come out. Blake, you can pull her around in the float.” I pointed to Keema’s Disney princess ride.
“Okay, come on, Sha.” Blake called to King and Ebony’s baby girl. I didn’t know why but he was the only one who called her Sha.
I stole a brat off of the grill and wrapped it in a paper towel before I went into the house. The girls and Bianca were in the kitchen. “Y’all come in the living room before Blake comes creeping his ass in here.”
We all went into the living room. I sat on my folded leg and then unwrapped my brat to eat.
“Ooh, give me a piece.” Angel reached over with her fingers already out.
“Girl, n’all. Go get you one. Shoot, ol begging ass.” I rolled my eyes at her before biting into it.
“Stingy ass, you could let me get a small bite.” She stood in my face waiting for me to give her some.
“Ang, sit yo greedy ass down somewhere. She’s feeding for two now. Gon’ somewhere. Damn. Now, Peaches, what you find out?” Missy pulled Angel away from me and onto the side of her.
“Thanks, Miss. Ebony, remember when you was telling us about your run in with Shawn and how King popped up at your house later on that day?” I asked her.
“Yeah, why?” Her reply was slow as her head nodded.
“Blake’s little creep ass told on you. I found out last night. Y’all know since we’ve been back, Blaze be out late with King and I can’t sleep unless he’s home. I always fake sleep when he gets here, last night was no difference except I hear Blake’s ass telling him about Jerron wanting me to call him. Blaze asked what I said and that little bug told him word for word—”
“No, nuh uh, Peach, he didn’t.” Kim’s mouth parted.
My head nodded and I held up my finger. “Yes, he did and the kicker was Blake said, Where my money at? Blaze’s ass been paying him. Now I’m thinking Blake done ran off men because of Blaze’s ass. Remember, I told y’all every time a dude tried to talk to me he would get disrespectful toward that man and before I could get in his ass, he had Blaze on the phone. He never got in trouble with B because he put him up to it. Y’all my baby been spying on us and then running back telling his dad and King everything.”
Bianca burst out laughing. “Well, what did you expect, Peaches? Shid, I could’ve told you that. I thought you ha
d something serious to tell us. I’m about to burn my damn meat.” She stood up from her seat and started to walk out but stopped. “You seriously didn’t know that?”
I shook my head. “No, I honestly didn’t think Blaze would have him snoop on me.” It was crazy to me to think Blaze would be that childish to have our son run men away from me. A guy couldn’t look at me without Blake going off and embarrassing me. Now I know it wasn’t just him.
“Peaches, knowing my son, you shouldn’t be surprised at all. You think Blaze was going to actually let you start dating someone other than himself? If Blaze thought you were interested in a man, he would’ve been ran back trying to make claim on you. He let you have a break from him, only. Y’all wasn’t on break to see other people—”
“I was under the impression we were. Especially, when he told me I could bring a man to his birthday party.” I pointed out.
Bianca laughed again. “The same birthday you got pregnant on? I mean that is when he knocked you up right?”
My mouth opened then closed and I rolled my eyes at her.
“Exactly, girl, Boon knew you wasn’t gon’ bring no man. If he thought for a second you did, his ass would’ve been all in yo shit. He’s many things but stupid isn’t one of them. I must admit, I had a lot to do with making you come to your senses. One thing a female hates is to see what she considers hers with some new arm candy. I told Blaze if he wanted you, all he had to do was throw a nice bitch on his arm and in your face.” She laughed again clapping her hands together. “Who was he going home with that night before the bullshit happened?” She laughed before she let out a light breath. “My point.”
I felt stupid. Did I think Bianca was lying? Hell no. She wanted Blaze and I together. “So wait. The girl he was with at the party, Blaze wasn’t really seeing?”
“Oh yeah, he was, but it wasn’t serious. I saw her around a couple of times with him. But he pretended he ain’t know me when they were together so I knew she was nothing but a time passer. If it was serious, I would’ve met her.” Bianca waved me off.