by J Peach
Bitch screaming like she ain’t got no damn sense. “Bitch, shut the fuck up before I shoot yo dumbass. Get the fuck out.” With a tight grip on the back of her neck, I threw her out the room. My gun still on Joe, “Why you gon steal from me? You knew I was gon’ come fah yo ass?”
His eyes were wild and wide as he looked around the room nervously. This mothafucka is high as hell.
“Blaze, man, it ain’t even like that. My momma sick,” was the lie he choose to tell me.
“Yo moms’ dead, nigga. I helped you bury that bitch. I been knowing yo ass for eight years, baby, you gotda come better than that? Why the fuck you wanna steal from me, nigga? When yo ass didn’t have shit, I put yo ass on—”
“I— Blaze, man— I—” The nigga stumbled a minute to long before I emptied my clip into his ass. Niggas nowadays ain’t know shit about loyalty, everything was about money. Greedy mothafuckas. With a shake of my head I walked back down the stairs.
“Yo?” I called out and dude came from the back with my work. “That’s all my shit?”
“Yeah, it’s all there.”
Nodding, I tucked my empty SP2022 in my pants before I grabbed my 9mm and put three bullets in his face. Picking up the bags, I opened the door and walked out. I tossed the bags in the trunk and hopped in my truck. Once I pulled out, I called Sam.
“What’s up?” Sam answered.
“Where you at?” I asked him.
“Just leaving County,” he responded.
“Aye, I’m on my way to momma’s. Her ass been calling all fuckin’ morning, so I’m headed there now. But I just left the store, so tell Jesse to calm her ass down,” I told ’em, it wasn’t a lie. I’d seen my moms once since I got out, so I was just gon’ go chill over there with her for a few hours.
“You got everything?” His tone turned serious.
“Yeah, I’ma assume I do. Shid, if not, I ain’t going back.” I couldn’t go back to get shit since I done killed those mothafuckas. “Come by momma’s and get that shit before Jesse be calling me.”
“Alright, I’ll be there. Aye, you get some orange juice?” He asked.
I looked at my phone and laughed. “The fuck I look like nigga? Y’all ass better drink some damn water, get the fuck off my phone.” We always spoke in code, never knowing who was listening. I didn’t give a fuck if our phones were tapped or not, it never hurt to be safe.
“Fuck you then, I’ll get my own shit,” Sam joked.
“Please do. But aye, I’m just pulling up, I’ll get with you later.”
“Alright.” We hung as I parked in the driveway. Getting out the truck, I made my way to the door.
Chapter 7
Blaze
“Ma, where you at?” I yelled once inside the house. Closing and locking the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes.
“Boy, stop yelling… Oh, my— What the hell happened to yo face? Who done put their gotdamn hands on my baby?” My moms dramatic ass grabbed my face. She moved it from one side to the other, pissed.
“Ma, chill. Damn,” I kissed her cheek then moved around her.
“Don’t tell me to chill. I’ve seen yo ass once since you been out and you didn’t look like this. What happened? You haven’t come home with marks on you since the fifth grade,” she fussed, following behind me.
We walked in the living room and sat down on the couch.
“Booney, I got you into boxing for a reason and you done let some nigga fuck you up?” She continued her bickering.
I groaned at the nickname she’d been calling me since I was younger.
“Now you know ain’t no nigga did this. Remember ol’ girl I was telling you about?”
“A bitch did this? Oh, take me to her, I’m ‘bout to kick this bitch ass, fucking up my Boon’s face. Did you at lease slap her ass? I’m against you hitting women, but that bitch deserved to be slapped.” She went off pacing the floor.
“Ma, fah real?”
“Yeah, for real. Did you slap the bitch?” She stopped in front of me, biting hard on her bottom lip. Moms was pissed.
“Yeah, I slapped her and her crazy ass slapped me back with a mirror.”
My momma laughed at that, actually fell back laughing.
“Booney, you let some girl beat you up?” She asked, hitting the pillow. Wasn’t shit funny. Peaches ass hit hard as hell, my damn jaw and eye were still hurting.
“Shit ain’t funny.”
“I’m sorry, baby. You right, it’s not funny. But Booney, your right eye is black, your left cheek is swollen and your lip is busted. She must be a big, cocky, manly bitch, huh?” My moms questioned.
And for the first time in my life I was embarrassed as hell to even tell her how Peaches looked, because truth be told Peaches wasn’t big as shit. She was about the same size and height as my sixteen year old sister.
“Booney, if she’s built like a man I give you permission to go beat her ass, right now.”
Getting up, I walked in the kitchen to get a drink of water.
“What you cooking?” I asked instead, trying to avoid talking about Peaches. My eyes soon landed on the lasagna and I started picking in it with the spoon that sat right beside it. I started eating out the pan while thinking about how I’d gotten out the conversation. Then again, knowing my moms, she wasn’t gon’ let that shit go.
“Get out of my dinner, I got breakfast in the microwave. Booney, tell me what happened.” Her tone serious as she grabbed my face again.
I waved my hand trying to shut her up. “Ma, let it go. Where Britt at? She called me last night talking about—” I was in the middle of talking when she wacked my ass with a metal spatula on my back. “What the hell you hit me fah?”
“You let some nigga beat yo ass—”
“Blaze!” My little sister yelled as the front door slammed shut. A few seconds later, Britt walked in the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks. “Damn, what happened to you?”
It wasn’t even that bad for they ass to react like that.
“Some dude beat his ass—” My mom stated with an attitude.
“Peaches ain’t no man,” I defended, but let it be my moms to take shit up a notch.
“Peaches sound like a transsexual. Who in the hell name their child Peaches? That’s some ghetto shit.” Moms ass was really going.
Britt started laughing as I shook my head.
“I might need my Taser fah that bitch if she whooped yo ass like this.” They laughed, I didn’t find shit funny.
“Man, she had on brass knuckles and I don’t hit women. Well, I slapped her ass twice,” I lied.
“That’s all you got was two hits, Booney? She’s built like a man, had on brass knuckles, and she slapped yo ass with a mirror. Baby, that’s call for an ass whooping.” She laughed, but Britt stopped as she started snapping her fingers.
“Ooh, ooh, Peaches? Peaches, light brown skin, a little shorter than me, long, pretty, sandy colored hair, and got deep dimples. My size kinda, beside her ass. Drives a shiny lavender two door car?”
My brows raised at my sister as she described Peaches to a T. What the fuck?
“Yeah,” I said dumbly. “How you know—”
“Mommy, Peaches!” Britt laughed as my momma got a thoughtful look. “Mommy, Peaches from the center. The MA that works with Dr. Sanchez. He right on the other side of Dr. Karen,” Britt explained.
“Oh My God…” my mom trailed off before she looked at me and then fell out laughing. “Booney! You let that little ass girl beat yo ass? What did you do to her? She’s so sweet,” she asked between laughter.
“Sweet my ass, that chick crazy. Man, her ass shot up my damn truck, then gon’ lie like the center ain’t got cameras. Plus, Sam told me she did. Ma, that babe crazy as hell, but I’ma marry her ass though,” I finished saying, laughing as I thought about Peaches’ mean ass.
“You talking marriage? How long have you known this girl?” The seriousness in her voice had me wishing I hadn’t said shit about marriage.
“We met the day I got out. So about a month ago if you can really call it that.” Even though I’d known her for a month, I only saw her a few times since then.
“And you’re talking about marriage? Booney, what the hell is wrong with you? Is she thinking the same?” Moms asked as she moved closer to me.
Leaning against the counter, I ran a hand over my face. “Hell n’all, Peaches don’t even wanna date me. She talking ‘bout we can be friends. I don’t know what to do about her ass, Ma. She got up this morning mad, ain’t say shit to me. Made breakfast and left just ignored my ass, but I like her. She’s different then these gold digging ass hoes man, fo’real. She got her own and smart as hell, you know.
I told you about the first night we met, she held a knife to my shit and shot Sam in the ear. Man, I don’t know what to do about her, I mean she beat my ass and beside slapping and tossing her little, itty bitty ass into the dresser, I ain’t do shit but kiss her. I don’t know, Ma,” I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed my neck.
Man, that shit was stressful. I had never been fuck’d up about a female before. I was wishing I would’ve followed my first mind and just stayed at the crib the night I got out. If I had, I wouldn’t have run into Peaches crazy ass and shit wouldn’t have been fuck’d up.
“Aw, Booney, you’re in love—”
“Fuck you talkin bout? Stop hitting me, that damn thing hot,” I said as my momma hit me with that damn spatula.
“Watch yo mouth. I’m your mother, not your homie, so don’t be cussing at me like you do them. Now back to you and this girl. Maybe she’s seeing someone else. Have you thought about that?” She put her lasagna in the oven then looked at me.
“Peaches not seeing anybody. Don’t get me wrong, she likes me, but—”
“She just don’t wanna date you. Well, maybe she likes being single. Plus, I agree with her, y’all should start off as friends and see where it goes. Boon, you can’t force the girl to date you, just be sweet like…like… Damn, I cannot think of one time you have ever been sweet to a girl, hell, dated a girl. Booney, you do like girls right?” She tried to hold a serious face but ended up laughing
“On what you just tried to play me? How many times have you walked in one me and chick?” I asked her honestly.
“Sexing a girl and actually dating one is different, Booney. A big difference. You have to be…um…less you,” she explained slowly
What the fuck is she talkin ‘bout?
“Less me? What the hell that’s supposed to mean?” Less me. What type of shit was that? I was a cool, laid back mothafucka. Well, I thought so at least.
My momma looked at me, taping her fingers on the counter as she studied me.
“You have a tendency to want to control things. You can’t be like that with a woman, don’t no woman want a controlling ass man. So chill, let Peaches have her way for the time being.”
My head shook at that.
“She likes getting head from different niggas, that’s the only thing I told her not to do.” If I couldn’t be straight up with my moms, shid, then I couldn’t be with nobody.
Her hands started waving as I said that. “Wait, wait, wait! Say what now?” She said looking amused as she let out a small chuckle.
“She likes getting head from these niggas,” I told her.
“Like men do? Like you do? Wow, I’m liking her already. Wait. Does she sleeps with them?” She asked and I shook my head.
“No, she’s a virgin.”
“Even better,” my mouth opened to snap, but she waved her hand, shutting me up. “No. But seriously, Booney, if you really like her, then respect her wishes as just being friends for now, don’t rush it. Okay? You said she was mad at you this morning so she’s staying with you?” She asked.
“No, I’m at hers for the time being. I like sleeping with her,” I shrugged.
“Y’all not having no type of sex?” She questioned.
I started laughing as I nodded my head up and down.
“But you said she’s a virgin.” That woman.
“Ma, she is, Damn we ain’t fuckin’, if that’s what you’re askin’.”
She hummed at my responses.
“But you giving her head?” She picked, moms just couldn’t help herself.
“Hell n’all, damn. Gone, man, I don’t know what the hell you talking about.” Even though we hadn’t fucked, I couldn’t stop that stupid smile from forming or the laugh from leaving my mouth. Damn, those were some fuck’d up ass feelings I wasn’t tryna have for nobody.
“Why are you laughing? I’m just asking a question. I got to meet this girl if she got you acting like this. So why she’s mad?”
Clearing my throat, I shook my head as I laughed a few more times. “Because her ass crazy that’s why. I ain’t did shit to her. I’m gon’ pick her up for lunch, though.”
“Bring her here!” My mom stated way too excitedly, causing my head to shake.
“Hell n’all, I’m tryna get the girl to like me. If she meet yo ass she gon run for the hills,” I told her, serious as hell. My mom’s had just said Peaches sounded like a transsexual, then she wanted to meet her. They couldn’t meet until after we were married and Peaches was stuck with my ass.
“Come on, Boon, I’ll be nice. I’m always nice, aren’t I, Marcus?” My mom’s husband walked in the kitchen, shaking his head.
“What’s up, Marcus?” I said.
Marcus was a cool ass dude, had a straight and legal business going for his self. He was crazy in love with my moms for the past eight years and he spoiled Britt like she was his own. So I didn’t have a problem with him, as long as he made her happy, we were cool.
“Shit, tryin’ not to go insane with yo worrisome ass momma and yo spoiled ass sister.” Marcus hit my fist before he sat on a stool.
Brittany came back in the kitchen, hearing his last statement.
“Daddy, that’s your fault. So don’t start complaining now. But, Boon, guess what?” She was excited, bouncing up and down, smiling hard as hell. Shid, I was kinda afraid to find out.
“What?”
“I passed my driver’s test! Daddy’s buying me a car, Ahhh!” She screamed, making me cover my ears. I looked at Marcus, laughing.
“You have fun with that. Y’all stay up, I got to go.”
“Meet Peaches?” My mom asked, smiling.
“Who’s Peaches?” Marcus asked, of course my momma had to open her damn mouth.
“Boon’s in love—”
“I’m gone, I’ll be back for some Lasagna. Bye.” I walked to the door, slipped on my white forces then opened the door.
“Boon, hold on!” My mom called after me.
“What’s up?” Stopping on the other side of the door, I looked up at her as I messed with my keys.
“Joseph’s calling.”
Joseph was my father. He left after my mom got pregnant with Britt. I wasn’t one of those niggas that held a grudge, it was pointless to me. You dealt with the pain then let it go. Fuck I wanna carry that shit around fah? Even though I don’t hold a grudge, I don’t fuck with my father either. He one of those ‘I’m broke, can you help me out’ type of niggas. The ones that only come out when they need some shit or they in trouble. I don’t fuck with those types of mothafuckas.
Joseph also don’t like Marcus because he got what Joseph could’ve had if he’d never left. Shit, ain’t my problem Marcus beat his ass a couple of times, nigga should’ve learned. Marcus used to box professionally until he met my momma. He opened up a boxing gym out in Crown Point, shit been good for him.
“What he want?” Joseph didn’t have my number and I liked to keep it that way.
“Britt,” she said as if it explained everything.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just how it sounds. He called talking shit about wanting custody of Brittany.” Hearing that was funny, so much so that I laughed.
“Get the fuck outda here. Ahh, damn!” She better quit hitting me.
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��Watch your mouth, but I’m serious, Booney,” my mom said, hitting me again.
“Ma, don’t worry about it. He just talking, boss, he is. That nigga dumb and broke, ain’t no judge in their right mind gon’ give his ass Britt. Plus, she old enough to decide who she wants to live with. And with Marcus promising her a car who you think she’s gon’ pick?” Britt loved the hell out of Marcus. Shid, if he and moms had ever spit up, Britt ass would have probably left to move with him.
“You’re right.”
“No shit. Now I’m late, bye.” She punched me in the stomach while I was kissing her cheek. “Ma, keep on, I’ma kick yo ass.”
“I’m not worried about you.” She laughed before waving at me. “Love you, Boon, be safe.” After checking my trunk to make sure Sam got the bags—he did—I hopped in my truck. Once inside, I grabbed my phone, seeing the missed call from Tameka.
Little dude wasn’t bullshittin’, he was on his shit already. Sitting the phone back in the cup holder, I pulled off and headed to the garage.
Chapter 8
Blaze
Pulling on the sidewalk in front of my shop, I parked by the front door. After I turned off the truck, I got out then walked through the garage door that was opened.
“Aye, when you finish that you can wash my truck,” I called out to a worker who was wiping off a candy red Nissan Altima Coupe. He had that bitch looking nice.
“I got you, just leave your keys on the desk,” Paul replied as he glanced up for a second then went back to wiping off the car.
The bell chinned once as I entered the shop. The sound caused Tameka to glance up at me then back down before her eyes quickly snapped back again.
“Look who decided to show up here after how long?” She sat her phone down then stood. “I thought I was gon’ have track you down just to see your ugly face again,” she joked while coming around the desk to hug me.
Tameka was a cute little high yellow hood bitch. She stood ‘bout five-six, thick in the waist with a plump ass to match. Her upper body threw me off a bit because she was flat as fuck up top. I was a tittie man, I had to be able to grab, pull, and suck on ’em. She ain’t have shit. But at the end of the day I was a man, so what her upper body lacked, her lower anatomy made up for.