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Eleven – Kendal

“Yo! What the fuck wrong with this little nigga?” I yelled to Aamil as her son sat laid on the couch crying his tiny lungs out.

“Don't call him that. Here, feed him while I finish cooking,” she fussed as she gave me his bottle.

I looked at her ass like she was crazy. She knew damn well I didn't do shit pertaining to her son. I barely even gave his ass a second glance whenever I came over here, and now she wanted me to feed his little ass. She ignored the look I was giving her as she continued with what she was doing.

As soon as she left the room, my phone started ringing. I panicked when I saw Tiffany’s name on my screen.

“Aye, little nigga, you gonna have to shut the fuck up with that shit. My girl calling,” I told him as I shoved the bottle in his mouth, shutting him up. “What's up, baby?” I answered before it could stop ringing.

“Where you at?” Tiffany questioned.

“I'm out taking care of business, you know that. Why, what's up?”

“I was just wondering because I'm home in the bed naked and lonely as hell but since you're busy, I'll let you—”

“I'm on my way,” I cut her off before hanging up on her.

I put my phone in my pocket and was preparing to get up when something caught my eye. I looked at Ca’Mir funny because he looked like somebody I knew but I couldn't put my finger on it. Aamil never revealed who his daddy was and I never asked for the simple fact that I didn't give a fuck but his ass was looking like a nigga I knew.

Since I didn't have time to figure it out, I just pulled my phone back out and took a picture. I picked him up and took him to his mama.

“Here, I gotta go,” I told Aamil as I handed her son over.

“What? Are you serious right now?” she asked.

“I'm dead ass serious,” I said before walking out the kitchen.

Sometimes I thought Aamil be forgetting that she was not my bitch and I was not her nigga. Explaining myself to her or even trying to make her feel special in any type of way was just something I wasn't going to do.

After leaving Aamil’s, I was damn near speeding to get home to my girl. It wasn't until I saw the flashing lights in my rearview that I slowed down but it was already too late by then. Cursing under my breath, I pulled over and started reaching for my license and registration.

I watched the pig get out his car and walk to mine.

“Can you step out of the car?” he asked.

“For what?” I retorted.

“Just get out of the fucking car!”

When I saw his hand rest on his gun, I knew it was best that I just do what his pussy ass told me to do. I didn't know what all this extra shit was for because I knew without the shadow of a doubt that I was squeaky clean. No warrants or shit. As soon as I got out of the car, he couldn't wait to slap them tight ass cuffs on my wrist.

“Damn, what the fuck!” I yelled. “Can you at least tell me what all this shit is for?”

Talking to him was as if I wasn't talking at all because he straight up ignored me. He just dragged me over to his car and threw me in the backseat. The whole ride to the county I was thinking of all the ways I wanted to kill his ass. Not only was he refusing to tell me what the fuck I did but he also hadn't read me my rights.

When we got to the station, he put me in one of their interrogation rooms. I sat there for what seemed like forever before the door opened. I was instantly pissed off at the shit I saw walk through the door.

“Mr. Hudson, you have been a hard man to find lately,” Officer Paine said as he sat at the table with a smile.

“That's what all this is about? Man, you on some bullshit!” I exclaimed.

These fucking cops are ruthless. They'll do everything in their power to get some dirt on a nigga and they don't care how they go about doing it either. If they want you to snitch on somebody and you refuse to cooperate, they'll try their hardest to break you.

“What do you have for me?” Paine asked.

“The same thing I had before, not a damn thing. I already told you that you're going to have to find another rat, or informant or whatever the fuck you want to call it because I'm not saying shit!”

Two months ago, Paine, or pain in my ass, as I liked to call him, ran down on me while I was minding my own business and brought me in for questioning. He threw pictures on his desk of me and Casino talking, doing business, and hanging out. Apparently, they had been watching him for a while and were waiting to infiltrate his organization. Only problem was, Casino ran his shit so tightly, they were never really able to catch him doing anything so they needed an inside source.

I guess I must have had the word bitch tattooed somewhere on my forehead that I didn't know about because they picked me to be the rat. According to Paine, if I helped them take down Casino, any charges I was looking at or they were thinking about giving me would no longer exist. I wasn't falling for that shit, though. I knew how dirty they played, so like I told them and keep telling them, I was not doing shit.

“Hmm, it's such a pity. I heard his brother is home, so you won't fucking matter after a while. He won't need you, then you're going to be pissed and wishing that you would have just cooperated in the first place,” Paine said like he had it all figured out.

“Yea? Well, don't hold your breath on the shit. Are we done here because I got some pussy waiting on me at home and I'd rather be there than stuck in this room with your sucker ass.”

Paine was looking like he wanted to hit me and I was daring him to so I could have a reason to beat his ass. Instead, he just told me I was free to go after reminding me again about how I was going to regret this and that he'd be seeing me soon.

Twelve – Canaan

I guess the silly ass mother of my child thought I was playing with her. I had been nice enough to her ass about this whole situation regarding my son but now, she was going to make me act a fool on her ass. She must have forgotten what type of nigga I was or thought prison had made me soft. Whatever the fuck was wrong with her, I was here in Miami to help her remember exactly what I was about.

After getting clearance from my cool ass PO, I booked a flight on the next thing out of Detroit. Now, here I was, cruising down the Miami streets on my way to my son so I could take him home where he belonged. I glanced down at my little GPS thingy and it said I should be pulling up to her house in five minutes.

As I drove around the neighborhood, I nodded my head in approval. I had no problems giving props when they were due and it was clear that Adore was doing the damn thing. I didn't ask her what she did but whatever she was doing, she was doing it right. 

“You have reached your destination,” the GPS let me know.

I pulled right up in her driveway like I lived there and got out to kick her fucking door in if I had to. I said I was going to be nice but now that I was here, I couldn't be too sure about it. Knocking on her door, I waited impatiently for her to answer.

“Can?” Adore answered the door with wide eyes. “What are you doing here?”

She let out a screech as I shoved her ass in the house and pinned her up against the back of the door by her fucking neck. I wasn't choking her too hard but enough to get my message across.

“Do I look like a fucking game to you? You think I'm a fucking joke or something, Adore? Huh?” I yelled in her face.

She shook her head no but then I realized she didn't even have an ounce of fear in her. I let out a little chuckle because I forgot who the fuck I was dealing with for a minute.

“Look at you. I forgot you like this type of shit. Probably got that pussy wet and everything,” I said as I let her neck go.

“Can—”

“Your pussy wet, Adore?” I asked as my hand traveled up the little ass dress she had on.

She tried to clamp her legs together but I found my way to her pussy anyway.
Soaked
, I thought as I teased her a little bit, making her body shudder.

“Canaan, don't,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered.

“Where's my son?”

“He's…he’s at school,” she stammered.

“Who else h—”

“Nobody, nobody's here,” she answered before I could even get the question out.

I just smirked as I pulled her wet thong down and she stepped out of it. Adore could try to act all she wanted to but I knew her and I knew her body. Hell, I was the one who taught her all about her body. Adore buried her face in my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I picked her up.

“Where your room?” I asked.

“Up the stairs, last room at the end of the hall,” she instructed with her face still in my neck.

I followed her instructions and as soon as I crossed the threshold of her room, it was on. Adore kissed and sucked her way up from my neck until she reached my lips, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth as she wined her hips. Her little ass had been a freak since the day I broke her in. I'm surprised we only had one child with as much as we used to fuck.

“You missed Daddy?” I asked as I laid her on the bed.

“Yea, I missed you so much,” Adore said as she unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out.

“I can't fucking tell,” I said as I slapped her hand away. “You act like you don't want to come home.”

“I was coming, Canaan. You didn't give me enough time,” she whined.

“Well, maybe this will give you some motivation,” I said.

I pushed her back for her to lay down and pushed her lags back so they were touching her ear. I teased her clit with the head of my dick before I slid in.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I let out a hissing sound.

To my surprise, Adore was tight as fuck and her pussy was choking my dick, pulling me in. Whoever the fuck the nigga was she’d been with must be chicken nugget or ain't hitting right because ain't no way in hell her shit supposed to be feeling like this.

“Shit, baby, wait!” Adore moaned as she tried to push me back by my pelvis.

Once again, I slapped her hand away and went to work. Since she wanted to act up like she didn't know who I was, I was down to give her ass some act right.

“Canaan, I can't… I can't take it!” she cried out.

“You never could,” I laughed.

Adore threw her head back and clawed at the sheets as she tried to get away but I had a hold on her waist so there was nowhere for her to go. She had no choice but to take the dick.

“Ooooh yessss! Fuuuuck!”

“You feel all this good dick you getting right now? If you don't bring your ass home with my son, I won't have any choice but to give it to another bitch. How you like that?”

Adore shot her head up and looked at me like she wanted to kill my black ass. I wasn't playing with her, either. Shit, my dick was too good to be sitting around waiting on her ass when there were plenty of bitches out there begging for a taste. A couple of ‘em had been waiting since before I got locked up. Now that's what I call dedication.

“I don’t give a fuck about you looking at me like that,” I told her as I pulled out. “You know how I want it and how I like it.”

“Why don't you go find one of them other bitches to give it to you how you like?” she said smartly as she turned around.

“I will.”

“Yea, whatever. You ain't crazy.” Adore rolled her eyes.

“You ain't either,” I slapped her ass before thrusting back in.

“Oh God,” she cried out before collapsing on the bed.

I pushed her head into the bed while her ass was hiked up in the air and punished her pussy. Adore was always talking shit so I was going to show her what talking shit would get you. She started shaking like she was having a seizure and at the same time, I felt her juices raining down on my dick.

“Oh Canaan, baby.”

“Yea, that's what the fuck I thought,” I said as I continued to fuck her unmercifully. I felt myself not too far behind her so I continued to pump. “Ahh fuck,” I said as I released my seeds deep inside of her before collapsing on the bed next to her.

Once again, her crazy ass looked at me like she was crazy. “Seriously. Canaan?” she screamed.

“Don't start with your shit, alright? I just worked my ass off and I don't want to hear it,” I told her.

With wobbly legs, Adore jumped off the bed and tried to walk to the bathroom but it was a bit of a hassle. I just laughed at her because she was pure comedy.

“That shit didn't work then so it's definitely not going to work now!”

“Fuck you, Canaan! You ain't shit!” she yelled back at me.

“But you love my ain't shit ass, though,” I reminded her just as her doorbell rang.

Adore walked out of the bathroom in a robe, giving me a dirty look.

“Hell nah, go back and try again,” I told her. “Or I'll answer the bitch for you,” I said, reaching for my pants.

She smacked her lips before going to her closet to put some clothes on. She returned with some sweatpants and a t-shirt on.

“Happy now?” she asked.

“Very!” I yelled as she walked out the room.

My nosey ass still got dressed so I could see who the fuck she had at her door. When I reached her stairs, I heard Adore whispering, followed by what I thought was a familiar voice.
Nah, I'm tripping
, I thought as I continued to walk down the stairs.

“What's this shit?” I asked, causing Adore to jump.

“Uhh, Can, let me explain. I… I.” Adore stuttered.

The more I stood there, the more pissed off I got. Standing before me was a nigga that I used to once call my best friend, the same nigga who was with me when I got knocked, the same nigga I hadn't heard from since that day, a nigga who was looking a little too fucking comfortable showing up at my baby mama's house. His ass was standing there looking as if he wasn't too happy to see me.

“What is he doing here?” Jeremy, this goofy looking muthafucka, had the nerve to ask me.

That's when I lost it. I charged towards his ass at full speed, damn near knocking Adore down in the process but I didn't care. She could get her ass beat too the way I was feeling. I punched Jeremy dead in his jaw and kept punching his bitch ass.

“Canaan, wait! Stop!” Adore yelled but I ignored her dumb ass.

I was so mad that the only thing I was seeing was red. I was feeling all types of pain and betrayal from the thought of the first girl I ever loved and my so-called best friend setting me up.

“DAD, STOP!”

That was the only thing that caused me to snap out of it. I shook my head and looked up to find Caner standing in the doorway with his backpack on. He didn't look scared, but more surprised than anything. I got up and turned towards Adore who had tears rolling down her face and was backing up.

“You was fucking him the whole time, huh? You helped him set me up. That's why your slut ass didn't want to leave,” I accused.

She rapidly shook her head to deny my allegations but I didn't believe shit she said. I turned away from her because that was the only thing I could do to keep from beating her ass unconscious too. I went straight for the door. “Come on, Caner,” I said as I made my way to the car.

“Nooo, don't!” Adore yelled.

I shot her a look that let her know she better shut the fuck up and she did just that. Caner followed behind me until we got to the car. If his ass didn't look just like me, I'd be questioning if he was even my son, because how I felt right now, nothing about Adore could be trusted and until I was proven otherwise, my son would be with me. Where he belonged.

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