was he playing with me? I hopped off of Wise’s lap and we were out of his house in time.
Chapter Eleven
Jabari
I knew that Milan was going to be blowing my phone up after I picked up my kids. These my ma'fucking kids. I didn't know what she was thinking! She was treating me like some peon… like she forgot who the fuck I was. She may have thought I was down bad, but I was still that nigga that got shit done.
Then she had that punk ass nigga get on the phone. I started to snatch up his daughter too and see how much shit he would be talking then, but I had other plans for his punk ass.
I looked at my phone and turned it completely off, as I pulled into Jamella's driveway.
"Unt uhh, Jabari. I know that you didn't have me rush all the way over to yo' house just so you could pick up yo' kids. Where ya' baby momma at? She gone flip the fuck out." She complained, looking into the backseat at the kids. I didn't want to bring them to her dirty ass house, but she was the only option that I had until I made my move, which would be soon. Milan and Wise had me fucked up. Now they wasn't getting the kids until I said so.
"Man stop complaining! I told her ass that our kids needed to bond. I'm not fucking with her no more and the kids need to get used to you 'cause you gone be around." I lied smoothly, stroking her ego.
Her face lit up. "Really, Jabari? You leaving her for me and Janarius, finally?" She was all happy and she just didn't know, once I got my shit together, I was dropping her ass with the quickness. A bitch like Jamella could never keep me satisfied. She was lucky that I slipped up and popped my seed in her.
"Yeah, you the only broad that got a nigga back for real."
I fed her some more bullshit, as we made it into the house. I needed her on board to keep these kids until I figured out what I wanted to do. I know for damn sure, Wise and Milan weren't about to sit up and play house with my fuckin' kids.
"Yep, I'm all yours," I smiled, pulling her to me. I kissed her lips. "You gone hold a nigga down?" I asked, staring into her eyes.
She nodded her head yes.
"That's what I want to hear. Now, I need you to keep the kids while I go get some of my shit together and bring it here. Is that cool?”
"You're moving in too?" She squealed with a grin a mile wide.
"Yep, I just need your car right quick to hit a few corners. Then I'm all yours."
"Whatever you want, baby. Hurry back," She cooed as I headed for the door. That's why I couldn't fuck with her ditzy ass. She was dumb as a box of rocks!
I met Jamella at the strip club about a year before I got locked up. She walked into that ma’fucka like she owned it. I mean her hair was on point, her outfit screamed that bitch, and her body had a nigga damn near drooling. There was a room full of naked bitches, but she was the shit.
She wasn’t a dancer. She was there with her girls. They had a little booth across from mine. We kept giving each other the eye and eventually I said fuck it and approached her. It took less than ten words to get her in the bathroom and her lips around my dick. Then and there I knew the bitch was a runner… just fine for no reason at all.
Her head game was A1 so I kept her around. Plus, other than Milan, she was the only broad that semi-tried to hold me down when I got locked up. So I kept fucking with her. A baby wasn’t part of the deal though. I shook my head as I headed out the door.
When I made it to the car, and pulled off, I turned my phone back on and called Milan. She answered on the first ring.
"Oh my God, Jabari. Why did you take my kids? When are you bringing them back?" She sounded all panicked, like she wasn’t talking mad shit just two hours ago.
I had to laugh at her ass."You got a lot of ma'fucking nerve. Come take 'em back!" With that, I hung up on her ass. What was she gone do, call the police and tell them that I kidnapped my own kids?
I pushed Milan to the back of my mind, pulling up to the crib. Milan had fucked
Chapter Eleven
Jabari
I knew that Milan was going to be blowing my phone up after I picked up my kids. These my ma'fucking kids. I didn't know what she was thinking! She was treating me like some peon… like she forgot who the fuck I was. She may have thought I was down bad, but I was still that nigga that got shit done.
Then she had that punk ass nigga get on the phone. I started to snatch up his daughter too and see how much shit he would be talking then, but I had other plans for his punk ass.
I looked at my phone and turned it completely off, as I pulled into Jamella's driveway.
"Unt uhh, Jabari. I know that you didn't have me rush all the way over to yo' house just so you could pick up yo' kids. Where ya' baby momma at? She gone flip the fuck out." She complained, looking into the backseat at the kids. I didn't want to bring them to her dirty ass house, but she was the only option that I had until I made my move, which would be soon. Milan and Wise had me fucked up. Now they wasn't getting the kids until I said so.
"Man stop complaining! I told her ass that our kids needed to bond. I'm not fucking with her no more and the kids need to get used to you 'cause you gone be around." I lied smoothly, stroking her ego.
Her face lit up. "Really, Jabari? You leaving her for me and Janarius, finally?" She was all happy and she just didn't know, once I got my shit together, I was dropping her ass with the quickness. A bitch like Jamella could never keep me satisfied. She was lucky that I slipped up and popped my seed in her.
"Yeah, you the only broad that got a nigga back for real."
I fed her some more bullshit, as we made it into the house. I needed her on board to keep these kids until I figured out what I wanted to do. I know for damn sure, Wise and Milan weren't about to sit up and play house with my fuckin' kids.
"Yep, I'm all yours," I smiled, pulling her to me. I kissed her lips. "You gone hold a nigga down?" I asked, staring into her eyes.
She nodded her head yes.
"That's what I want to hear. Now, I need you to keep the kids while I go get some of my shit together and bring it here. Is that cool?”
"You're moving in too?" She squealed with a grin a mile wide.
"Yep, I just need your car right quick to hit a few corners. Then I'm all yours."
"Whatever you want, baby. Hurry back," She cooed as I headed for the door. That's why I couldn't fuck with her ditzy ass. She was dumb as a box of rocks!
I met Jamella at the strip club about a year before I got locked up. She walked into that ma’fucka like she owned it. I mean her hair was on point, her outfit screamed that bitch, and her body had a nigga damn near drooling. There was a room full of naked bitches, but she was the shit.
She wasn’t a dancer. She was there with her girls. They had a little booth across from mine. We kept giving each other the eye and eventually I said fuck it and approached her. It took less than ten words to get her in the bathroom and her lips around my dick. Then and there I knew the bitch was a runner… just fine for no reason at all.
Her head game was A1 so I kept her around. Plus, other than Milan, she was the only broad that semi-tried to hold me down when I got locked up. So I kept fucking with her. A baby wasn’t part of the deal though. I shook my head as I headed out the door.
When I made it to the car, and pulled off, I turned my phone back on and called Milan. She answered on the first ring.
"Oh my God, Jabari. Why did you take my kids? When are you bringing them back?" She sounded all panicked, like she wasn’t talking mad shit just two hours ago.
I had to laugh at her ass."You got a lot of ma'fucking nerve. Come take 'em back!" With that, I hung up on her ass. What was she gone do, call the police and tell them that I kidnapped my own kids?
I pushed Milan to the back of my mind, pulling up to the crib. Milan had fucked
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