IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

Chapter 32

**** Aug, Trav and Smoke in the m/m ****

AMBER P.O.V.

All of sudden the room got quiet. August fiddled with my shirt. And Travis looked over at Smoke, then turned his attention to his phone.  Smoke didn’t come to the Sip’N’See because he still didn’t like me, but I could care less about him. My concern was August. My baby had been doing so good with his temper and I didn’t want him to flare up.

“Y’all can’t say shit to nobody?” Smoke growled as he closed the door.

“Smoke don’t come in here starting shit.” Travis shook his head.

“Ain’t nobody starting shit. I just came by my mama house. Can’t I come by my mama house?”

Travis looked over at me and Aug. Aug still didn’t look up, I looked at Travis and he returned his attention to his phone.

“How you doing Travis?” Smoke put extra emphasis on you and looked at Aug, making sure Aug knew he was excluding him.

“What I say man? We was coolin’. Gon with that drama.” Travis slightly pushed him away.

“So you acting different too huh?”

“Baby I’mma just go in the room.” I was about to get up, but Aug pulled me back on his lap.

“You my guest. You ain’t got to go nowhere.”

“Baby it’s okay.”

“What I say?” Aug looked at me, his nostrils flaring. “If any nigga need to leave it’s him. That mutha-fucka don’t scare me.”

 “Calm down.” I softly touched his face.

He had an angry scowl on his face. His hand cuffed his mouth as he had his arm leaning on the chair.

“I ain’t going no fucking where. If anybody should leave it should be yo Judas ass.” Smoke was referring to the disciple in the Bible that turned against Jesus.

I saw Aug poking his jaw with his tongue and staring straight ahead. His hand still cupping his mouth. By now, I came to realize this was what he did when he was trying to control his temper.

“Smoke gon somewhere with that bullshit. We know that ain’t true.” Travis defended August.

“Don’t defend this sissy nigga. Choose some pussy over his brother. The shit probably ain’t good.”

I felt August inching to get up, I pushed his chest back down and looked him in the eyes like baby please don’t.

“Just like a bitch. Down for you when it’s convenient. Then when a nigga die, they turn they back on you. Well unlike you bitch-ass niggas I ain’t turning my back on my fucking brother. See this tat right here.” He put his arm up to Aug and Trav, Trav smacked it away.

“Say Mel-Man. His blood still running through my veins. But I can’t expect yo high-yella ass to stand up for him no way. You ain’t our real brotha.  You ain’t a LaBranch. You an Alsina. Just like yo pussy ass crackhead of a daddy.”

“Get the fuck out.” Travis got up and pushed Smoke toward the door.

“Nigga don’t touch me.”

“I said get the fuck out!” Travis pushed him out the door, locked it and put the chain on the door.

Smoke kicked the door real hard and started cussing real loud.

August had now begun to breathe hard. His chest inflating and deflating at a rapid rate. His hand shaking with anger. He tapped me to get up.

“August.” I lovingly grabbed both sides of his face. He removed my hands and got up, slightly knocking me off of him.