IN TOO DEEP [SEQUEL]

Three

"It was nice meeting you August. Bye babe, call me later." She said to Cash.

As soon as I knew she was out of sight, I amped.

"Nigga, what the fuck you doing!!?"

"Whatchu' mean?"

"You got this bitch pregnant? Nigga Sky gon' kick yo ass!" I shook my head.

"I know."

"You know? The hell going on with you bruh? This shit ain't like you."

He quietly walked over to his mini bar and poured his self a shot. He then threw it back and frowned at the stinging sensation in his throat.

"I'on know man. Shit just been different."

"You ain't sayin' nothing bruh."

"I'on really feel like speaking about it ta' be honest witchu'." He said.

"Aite. When she kill yo' ass don't expect me ta' plan yo' funeral cause I just tried ta' help yo dumbass."

"Fuck you." He took another shot. "What's that?"

I picked up the small bag beside me.

"Morning afta' pill. I was fucking around wid' Peaches ass last night and slipped up again. She say she on tha' shot but I'on trust that shìt."

"Damn you stupid."

"Im stupid? Ima' let what the fuck you just said marinate on yo' brain fa' a minute.

"Wussup wid' y'all though? She living witchu'?"

"Nah, we just chillin'. I just got out and I'an tryna jump into nothing right na'. Im just going wid' it ya' heard me?"

"Nigga she driving around in yo car and spending yo money. Y'all in a damn relationship." He chuckled.

"Nah she know what it is. She a good girl but I'm coo' on 'nat."

"Wus good though, I know you came through fa' a reason."

"Yeh, I wanted ta' ask you something."

"You came all the way over hea' ta' ask me something?" He asked.

"You talk too much."

"Watchu' want, I'an finna fuss witchu' all day."

"Amir....how old is he?"

"He will be five on November nineteenth. Why?" He looked at me curiously.

"Nothing, I'm trippin'."

"Nah, what?"

"I may be trippin' but me and Natasha smashed a couple days befo' I got locked up. You think maybe he....nah I'm trippin'. "

"You ain't trippin' dawg."

"What?"

"You ain't trippin'. You need ta' talk ta' ha'." He said.

"You think he mines?"

"I'on know but I think it's a possibility."

"Possibility?"

"Yeh, possibility."

"How could you not tell me this shit!?" I stood up pacing the floor.

"How many times I told to ass ta' talk ta' ha'? I always felt like thea' was a possibility but she was always wid' ha' new nigga so I'an come at you wid' it. Could be his, you never know."

"Damn man!" I rubbed a hand down my face.

I went up to the picture and studied it and as I looked, I had no doubt in my mind that he belonged ta' me.

"He look just like me." I said.

"He do, I'an even gon' lie. The lil dude even talk like you."

"Can you get 'em over hea'? I gotta find out if he mines"

"Hell nah. I'on want no parts in 'nat."

"Come on man. You say he be over here chillin' witchu'."

We both were silent for a few minutes.

"Aite man. If shit go south then I'an in it. I'an no bitch but I'an fucking around wid' Natasha like that either."

"How soon can you get him?"

"Tomorrow."

Excuse any errors.

I like when y'all think y'all know what's gonna happen next cause I be like "Got eeeem". Trust me, you don't know. I'm far from cliché.

Guess what y'all? Rome ain't going anywhere, anytime soon so get use to it. You dont have to like him or how he look. He's perfect for the character in the story. Remember, this is FICTION.Rome in MM

Pics of the Peaches, Skittles and Amir will be revealed soon.

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