Protect Me From My Friends by Marcellus Allen

Author:Marcellus Allen [Allen, Marcellus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2019-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

O-dawg

The next day, I just dropped off a brick to one of my Seattle niggaz when Olay's mom called me letting me know my son was over there. I instantly cancelled the rest of my plans and sped over there before she could pick him back up. I was pulling up less than fifteen minutes later with a smile on my face that hadn't been there for a while.

When I didn't see the dumb bitch’s car, I felt an instant relief. He’s still here. The front door flew open before I could get all the way outta the car. My heart skipped a beat with happiness as I watched my son run off the porch towards me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” he yelled with the biggest smile I'd ever saw on his face.

I met him halfway and had to catch him 'cause he leaped in the air into my arms. I held my lil' nigga as tight as I could to my chest, just savoring the moment.

“I love you, lil' nigga. You hear me?” I whispered in my son's ear. He nodded his head in my chest. “Thank you, Wanda,” I told Olay's mother as she made her way over to me.

“You’re welcome, baby. I don't know what you and my daughter got going on, but y'all need to fix it 'cause it's affecting Mar-Mar. And I done taught her to never play games with a man's child no matter what he's done. She knows better than that shit,” Wanda said, fuming.

“That's 'cause you don't know I helped kill yo’ daughter, I couldn't help thinking as she stood there defending me. Me and Wanda had a real good relationship from day one. She always kept it trill and never chose sides when me and Olay was beefin'. I shoulda spared Falcon's life just based on my love for Wanda. I ain't shit. I felt the guilt consuming me, feeling the desire to leave her presence.

“A'ight, mom. I'ma get up outta here and spend some time with my lil' mans,” I said.

“Y'all give me some kisses before y'all leave.” She kissed both of us on the cheeks, then we hopped in the car.

“You bet not tell ya mom I let you sit in the front seat either,” I told my lil' nigga as I drove out the driveway.

“I ain't no snitch, daddy!” Mar-Mar yelled out like a real nigga.

I busted out laughing at how serious he looked. He was dead ass serious. I felt full of pride knowing my son wouldn't grow up to be no snitch ass nigga. I'd been lecturing him about not being a rat since he was in Olay's stomach. I was glad my hard work had been rewarded by a three year old. I wish all these rat niggaz’ dads woulda trained their sons before birth.

“I know you ain't Mar-Mar. You got my blood runnin' through your veins. Anyways, you wanna go see your uncle Jaxx?”

“Yup! And I want some money too, daddy,” he had the nerve to say.

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