When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie by KC Mills Read Free Book Online Page A

just like he had mine. That right there was on my mother and my grandmother, God rest both their souls.
    “Yo, why the fuck y'all out here chillin’ and shit like there ain’t money to be made and 5-0 passing through? You got blunts and bottles of Ace all out in the open. Fuck you thinking ’bout? Just give them niggas a reason to come run through our shit.”
    I grabbed Lotto by his shirt and pulled him to me, causing him to drop the bottle of Ace he was holding. A brand new bottle of Ace hit the ground, but I didn't give a fuck. Lotto was scared as shit though. I’m a big dude, and they knew I didn’t play. One of my damn arms was the size of two of his, and the grip I had on his ass had his eyes bucked.
    “We were just—”
    “You were just what? Looking like a fucking stereotype, out here in the open for everyone to see.”
    I let him go and he dropped to the ground, but stood quickly. I took one step toward him and pressed my finger into his forehead. “Use this shit, man. The fuck you got a got damn brain for if you not gon’ use it. All of you niggas out here looking suspect as hell. Break this shit up and get to work. Where the fuck Hollis at?”
    “He’s not here. Said he had to make a run.”
    I chuckled. “Oh, so daddy ain't home and the bad ass kids wanna throw a got damn party? I see what it is. Tell Hollis to hit my line. Now get to work. Let me roll through here again and see this shit, and I’ll send Siah out here to handle this. You know that nigga don't give a fuck. I’m your only saving grace. If he had seen this shit, your damn families would be planning services on the real, my nigga.”
    They all nodded and looked around at each other, scared to move until I waved them off. “The fuck you still here for?” I yelled, making a few of them jump with fear.
    I knew Hollis had to be missing. He was always on his shit, and if he was around, I knew for sure they wouldn't be out here throwing a block party. I made a mental note to get with him about that, but for now, I was about to run through and see Anjali.
    She had been blowing up my damn phone for a few days, so she either wanted to fuck or argue about some bullshit. She was only getting one from me, and it damn sure wasn't the argument. I hoped she had her head on right or I was walking in her spot and right back out.
    When I arrived at the spot I had for Anj, I parked in the driveway and made my way to the door. The second I hit the porch, she yanked the door open with a damn scowl on her face. I knew what it was, but she was holding my lil man, so I couldn't help but smile. I took him from her and held him in the air above my head, watching him coo and smile before I lowered him again and held him against my chest. I stepped inside and Anj slammed the door, causing Jahari’s little body to jump.
    “The fuck wrong with you, Anjali? You just scared my son with that childish shit, yo.”
    I kissed the top of Jahari’s head and then looked down into his chubby face. I swear it was like looking into a mirror. My son looked like my fucking twin. It was crazy to me. I even went through my mom’s stuff and found baby pictures of myself. Aside from the clothes, you couldn't tell one from the other. I loved that shit too. I was so proud of my damn son.
    Now his mother was another fucking story. She was a one-night stand gone wrong, and I'd be paying for it the next eighteen years. Anjali was nice as fuck. Thick as hell, fat ass, pretty chocolate skin, and beautiful face, but this hoe was dumb as fuck, and selfish as hell. She was a good ass mother to our son, but I couldn't stand to be around her ass.
    In fact, if my dick wasn't in her, I couldn't deal with her at all. I hated her dumb ass. I had respect for her as the mother of my son, but on some personal type shit, I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and she knew it.
    “If you would return my calls and stop disappearing for weeks at a time, I wouldn't have to do childish shit, Jock.