{CHAPTER 0.3}
PLAY THE GAME
"I need yo flesh on my lips I'm missing"
-b.t
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I WOKE TO MY 6:30 ALARM, in sheets that were black as my head laid on a strong torso. I looked up to see Cane holding me in his arms, as i slowly slip away grabbing everything quietly. Soon making it out of his room and down the stairs. "Pregnant." I heard D say from behind me as I was inches away from the door. I turned back around facing her. "Fuck you." I told her blowing her a kiss closing the door making it to my car.
CANE
"What took y'all so damn long?" Diana asked sitting on the couch not doing shit like usual. "Oh, what you mean? Between all the chatting up and beating down, it's not like we're collecting; this shΒ‘t takes time." Dru told her as I walked into the living room.
"Baby bro, you gotta put in time with all the people, okay? That's how this works. Everything the sun touches is ours."I told him as i grabbed his shoulder looking up to the sky. "If you don't get that Lion King shΒ‘t the fΥ½ck up outta here.."He brushed off as we all laughed and i flopped on the couch next to D. "I'm just saying, though. You gotta make sure everybody in the kingdom feels the love."
"You're dumb, just so you know. fΥ½ck!" D cursed rolling her eyes at her phone."Looks like your loving didn't work." She spoke showing me them lame ass niggas being goofies online. "Yo, these GTG niggas are bugging."
"Let me see that shit." Dru went on,."Wow, they stay doing that dumb shΒ‘t. It's like they want the cops all up in their business."
"And ours too." Diana added,stating the fucking obvious."Run that shit back. What's Lil' Guap even saying?" My brother expressed. "Who cares, nΡggΙ? You about to write this shit down?
Let's go. "I told his ass these GTG lames need to know what the fuck a up. "What-what you gonna do?" Diana asked. "I'm about to go tell these niggas real politely that they fΥ½cking with our money." "You gotta tell Ma." Diana cried as Monet entered the room, "Tell me what?"
"Y'all got ten seconds to tell me what the fΥ½ck is going on in here." She told us, "Look, it's GTG celebrating" Diana confessed showing Monet the Live. Oh, fΥ½ck these little niggas. She cursed before walking out the living room."Exactly. It's on" I spoke getting up nodding at Dru to do the same.
MILAN
"Who is it?" I asked as I heard a knock on the door, walking towards it only for another knock to come through. "Shit could I get to the door." I cursed opening the door as my eyes came into view of Cane, who was standing in front of me. "Hey ma." He greeted with a smirk, coming inside sitting on the edge of my bed. He sat there admiring me from head to toe, as if I was something special. His eyes soon landed back on mine and looking into his I saw something, the parental damage caused by Monet. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He mocked, to only receive a long eye-roll from me which only made him smile even more. "Shut up." I told him as he pulled me closer, as him hands made there way to me waist and mine to his neck. "Hi." I spoke leaning my head against his.
His lips crashed into mine, as he soon took his jacket off not detaching our lips. My hands moved to the bottom hem of his jeans where I started to feel and unbutton. i felt something cold yet solid. Something I knew all to well as a gun. I laughed to my "she think she gripping on my dick but dats my gun baby" is all that could play in my head. He slowly pulled it out not taking his eyes off mine as he slipped it in my nightstand.
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"I had class." I pleaded laughing uncontrollably, laying my head on Canes solid frame as our bodies laid on top of each other like art on display.
CANE
I laid there, skin to skin it was the strangest thing to me the streets is where i've felt the safest since I was a kid, but laying here next to Milan tops. She wasn't like the thots i'm used to fucking around with, she had her own dreams and ambitions.
"What you thinking bout?" She asked lifting her head up just enough for our eyes to meet. "nothing." i brushed off, ionk what it was about her but something told me dis shit, the streets, the life all this shit was finna be different. Our moments were cut short due to knocking on the door. "Lani, it's mom." A voice unfamiliar to me expressed from the other side of the door as they continued to knock.
Lani jumped up scrimmaging for her robe and panties. "Shit, Shit, Shit" She cursed, "A little soon for me to meet moms." I joked, fixing myself up on the bed.
"haha, you got jokes." She expressed, tying her robe, "nigga, don't get comfortable hide." she told me throwing my jeans and shoes at me as i stumbled to the bathroom.
MILAN
"Ma..uh whβwhat are you doing here this late?" I stuttered, holding the door. "I hate that I gave you my bitchy attitude now let your mother in." She acknowledged which would've made me laugh if I did have a nigga naked hiding in my bathroom. She entered looking around with judgy eyes. "Your bed is a mess." She so graciously pointed out. "You know good sleep." I spoke sitting down.
"So why the late visit?" I asked as she inched closer to me. "I missed you...the house is empty without you." she told me. Awl ma, I miss you too and i told you i'll be home next week and maybe we can do lunch Thursday."
"Yea baby, soooo what's the guy life here?" she bugged nudging me with a small smile. "Well it's between white frat boys and stuck up rich black guys and Tariq." I told her. "Tariq? St. Patrick?" She questioned dumbfounded. "Riqs here?" I nodded. "I haven't seen him since before Ghost, and before Tasha was arrested." She expressed, "He say anything about Tommy?"
"Nah..he hasn't said anything about uncle Tommy but as we know Tommy's not really Tasha biggest fan." I pointed out considering the history, "Right, well dinner at my house next Friday bring Tariq i'm sure Lawyer fees are a asskicker."
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Soon after my mother left Cane fell asleep in my lap and my phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN
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