When A Savage Wants Your Heart: An Urban Standalone by Lakia

Author:Lakia [Lakia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twyla T. Presents, LLC
Published: 2019-07-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Rome

“Dizammmmmm nigga, who rocked yo shit?” Rich chuckled as soon as I walked through my parents’ front door.

“Fuck you!” I shot back, walking through my parents’ foyer.

Two days had passed since the incident with Kyianne’s baby daddy. My lip looked better but I still had a small knot on the side of my head. Rich had jokes but if he would’ve seen me two days ago, my shit was the size of a golf ball. Kyianne took me inside and made sure I was okay after the incident. I was on the fence about dealing with Kyianne and her baby daddy drama after that. Kyianne was fine as fuck, but a nigga wasn’t going to put his life on the line for the shit.

“Nah, for real. What the fuck happened to you? I need to lay somebody down?” Rich quieted his voice to avoid our parents’ ears.

“No Rich, relax. I just got into it with the baby daddy of this girl I’m talking to.”

“When the hell you started talking to somebody? You be holding out. I thought you were going to be stuck on Celeste forever.”

I shot Rich an annoyed glance. He knew Celeste was a sore spot for me. Celeste was my high school sweetheart and we went to college together. But she left me last year because she found out I cheated on her. That shit broke my heart. But she taught me a very valuable lesson. Hold on to your girl or she will glow up on your ass. We separated over a year and a half ago. The last time I checked on Celeste, she had moved on and was in a new committed relationship and asked me to stop calling.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Uncle Rome!” Rocko came running down the hallway.

“What’s up little man?” I dapped Rocko up.

“What’s wrong wit’ yo head?” Rocko asked.

“I was playing ball,” I lied.

“Ummmmm hmmmm. Playing ball alright,” Mel joked, walking into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

“For real,” I protested.

“Boy please. That ain’t no basketball knot. I don’t care though. I’m just ready to eat.”

“That’s all you ever trying to do,” Rich added.

“And? What you trying to say?” Mel inquired.

“Shit,” Rich walked over and took a seat next to Mel and Rocko planted himself between the two of them.

“Did ma even start cooking? I don’t smell shit,” I noted.

“They’ve been in the room going at it for the past thirty minutes. I don’t know why.”

“Well a nigga ain’t come over here to starve. It’s time for Sunday dinner,” I complained.

“Well order some pizza. I ain’t in the mood to cook,” my mother entered the living room.

“Really ma!” Rich and I argued in unison.

Sunday dinner had been a tradition since I graduated from high school. After leaving the nest and attending FAMU for four years in undergrad, my mother started this tradition because she missed me so much.

“Really!” Ma stormed out of the bedroom.

“What you did you do to her Mr. Randal?” Mel questioned.

“Nothing,” my father shot back and rushed down the hallway after my mother.

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