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

You act like you can't talk to me or come see me, damn,” she whined.
    “The fuck I need to come see you for? If it ain't about Hari, then it ain't about nothing, and you know that.”
    “Oh, so it's all about him and fuck me, right?”
    “Man gone with that shit, Anjali. You know what it is. I don't even like your ass and you don't like me, so why you fronting?”
    I moved through her house, and I had to admit it was clean as fuck. Like I said, she was on her shit as a mother, but I just couldn't get with her on any other level. When I got to the living room I sat down and held my son on my lap. I made faces at him and he smiled and laughed like it was the best thing in the world. Simple things with him like this broke me down and had me feeling weak as fuck, but for him, I would do all that and more.
    At ten months old, he was active as hell, and smart too, if you asked me. He was already trying to say words and was pulling up on furniture. My pops told me I walked when I was ten months, so I had a feeling Hari was gon’ be just like me. I loved the fuck outta my son on some real shit.
    “I don't like you because you treat me like shit, Jock. All I am to you is someone to babysit your son—”
    I cut that short quick as hell. “How the fuck you gon’ say some dumb shit like that? See, this is that shit I’m talking about. You're dumb as fuck, Anj. It's our son, you’re his got damn mother, not his babysitter. The fuck, yo? You really need to think about the shit you say.”
    “You know what I mean, Jock. It's all about Hari. What about me? Why you don't care how I’m feeling or what I’m doing?” Anj looked at me with pouty lips and sad eyes.
    If we hadn't already been here a million times before, I might have fallen for this shit, but I knew her and I knew her games. She wanted to fuck and I wasn't going there with her. Hell, I had just rolled up out of Kizzie this morning, so a nigga was good for now. I wasn't even interested in her giving me head, and I knew she would. At this point, all I cared about was my son. Everything else was dead when it came to me and Anj.
    “Look, ma, how many times do I have to explain this shit to you? I care about you because on the real, you're Jahari's mother. You do your thing when it comes to him and I appreciate that because he’s my world, but you and me, ain't shit there and it ain't ever gon’ be shit there. You need to find somebody who makes you happy, who wants to be with you, ’cause I don't, Anj.”
    “So you’d rather let another man play daddy to your son instead of you just doing the right thing and making us a family?”
    I let my hand move across my head and then down my face before I stood, lifting Hari with me. My hand caressed his thick curls before I kissed him on the forehead and then positioned him in his swing. I was calm as hell in appearance, but inside the beast was growling. After I started Hari’s swing, I turned slowly to face Anj, but the second our eyes met, my hand covered her throat, giving it a firm squeeze and her eyes bucked the point where I was surprised they didn't pop out her damn head.
    Bringing her body to mine so that our faces were inches apart, I spoke calmly through clenched teeth.
    “If you ever, and I mean ever, say some bullshit like that again, I swear on everything real, I will take your fucking life. I can raise Hari by myself, trust me Anj, and I will do it. He has one got damn father, and if you for one second think that shit is about to change, then you’re dumber than I thought. Now you can open your legs for whoever you want, in fact I think you need to cause my shit is off limits from now own, but my son...” I laughed sarcastically before I continued. “Is just that, my son, and that will never change. Now act like you don’t understand that and you’re playing with your life, Anj. We good on that?”
    Anj nodded so I let her go. She covered her neck with her hands and began massaging it while gasping for