𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.

Chapter 13

"You coming home wit' us?" He asked as soon as we got settled in his car

"Us or just Milan?" I mumbled

Symir snapped his neck in my direction "Don't start that shit man. Deadass bra' so whatchu' wan' do?" He asked clearly annoyed

"Take me home" I said simply "Can I stay wit' you ma'?" Milan asked

I nodded "If your da' let you, ya' know ion mind" I spoke truthfully

"See, you ready get me teed. Fuck you mean if I let her?Don't I always? Don't play wit' me Taymari" he spat out

"You doing way too much yelling for what?" Milan asked jokingly trying to lighten to mood. Knowing she hated to see us right, I remember she cried the last time from how much yelling we were doing

"Milan sit the fuck back! Stay in a child's place before I pop yo' ass in the mouth!" He yelled causing me to frown

"Don't fucking yell at her! Fuck you on?" I yelled at him back

He gave me a death stare "Don't tell me shit bout MY daughter, yo ass trippin'" Symir spat making the whole car go silent

"Don't een start that shit, you know ian' mean it like that" he quickly tried to reassure me but I didn't want to hear anything else he had to say

"Nah.. you got it draco" I said lowly as he pulled in front of me and my dad's house

"Can I still come wit' you?" Milan asked with pleading eyes

At this point I didn't even care about what Symir had to say I walked towards the back door and grabbed Milan helping her to the ground.

I went to unlock the door when I heard Symir's car door slam "Phat lemme talk to you right quick." He said following behind us into the house

"Can I go to pawpaw's man cave?" Milan asked referring to Missy's old room turned man cave

"Yeah go ahead, yell if you need me" I said ignoring Symir's presence as I walked upstairs to my room

I began to undress and slip on a pair of boxers and a sports bra. "Youn hea' me talking to you?" He asked while blocking my way from moving

"Symir please get outta my face, because I want to punch you in your mouth" I spoke truthfully

"I know mama and I'm sorry. I'm just trippin' right now, ian getting no leads on Wea' dem people at that's why I'm stressing but I need you to work wit' me phat" he said while pulling me onto the bed with him

"And I understand that but what about me and Milan? Fuck that, what about Milan? She never sees you anymore. We need you and you in a trap the fuck is that?" I said frowning

He ran his hand down his face "I'm doing this shit fa' milan and y'all do got me phat.. you know that"

"We don't Symir, you only wit' us for a couple hours then back on the street. I spend every night with Milan calming her down while she worrying bout if you coming back? A six year older shouldn't be worried bout that." I felt tears fall down my face

I saw his face soften and I could see the regret in his face "Fuck..you right mama. Ima do right by y'all I swea'. Damn bruh."

I kissed his lips softly "It's okay, you just gotta do better mir..I know your intentions but we need you bubba" I expressed and he nodded

He flipped me over on my back and started planting wet kissing down to my shoulder and neck

"Aht aht! I'm on my period stop." I chuckled at his efforts