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19. Rock Em' To Sleep: Part 1

"I was chilling with that fine ass chick, Brat," he started but I interrupted him. "From the strip club," I asked? "Yeah, you know I like my strippers," he said making us both chuckle, as I pulled up the J.Crew website. "Yeah so it wouldn't be the first time you dated a stripper why are you telling me," I ask? "Because, I found out that the bitch who robbed me works at the same club!! Crazy right!? And man she looks even better in only panties! It drives me that she never gets fully naked when she's performing though," Poochie continued talking but I'd went numb.

    Ebony was a stripper, and she was the mother of my child, That shit wasn't going to fly, and I wouldn't give any leeway either. She had to quiet the place all together! I didn't want her anywhere around those dangerously thirsty men, at least not for the next nine months. After having the baby she could do as she pleased, but that posed another problem. Id of course want the child to stay with me but what if she wanted to breast feed. I really didn't know about Ebony and I living under the same roof! Damn, this was a lot to think about!

     "What was the point you were trying to make," I asked him? "That now, we know where to find that bitch if she ever tried to skip a payment! She ain't getting away that easily, and maybe when we finished collecting from her I could hit her up," he started to say. "You're better off sticking with Brat. Ebony is not going to fuck with you," I told him sternly before getting up and sitting on the other side of the plane. He was making my head hurt, because the more he talked about Ebony the more I thought about her. Like how she couldn't stay out of trouble to save her life, or the fact that she had an abusive brother and had been raped! Just how much baggage did she have? and why did I feel like it was all going to fall on me now that she's pregnant?

      A few hours later we finally arrived in Nevada after scooping Jovani. Mitchy didn't like waiting on us so she took a commercial flight. Which is probably what she wanted! Just so she could get there before us and try to convince my mother to take her shopping. The girl is addicted if you ask me! So go figure when we walk in the house, we aren't greeted by the women's kisses and hugs, but by the sound of throaty laughter, and loud Latin music. It was just the guys home.

   We walked into the living room, and mi familia sat around the spacious living area clowning and dancing. My tio and father's old and most loyal friends were here, which surprised me because they only show up for important meetings. They only played low key in the Rivorie affairs now, but there was a time when they were running it. What Jyrell is to me, they are to my uncles and father. They've been in the family since the O.G. days, and live as lavishly as the Rivories do. "Hey there goes the little shits! Ya sabes, no para mantenernos esperando," (You know not to keep us waiting). Chuckee yelled with a beer in hand.   

         Everyone called him Chuckee because of his short height, freckles, and red hair. He was and always would be the most Gangsta white man you'd ever meet. He was a fool when it came to partying, but was a lethal street demon who probably got it in more than even me when it came to bullets through the head. The guy was a big piece of work. Then there was, Blondie. He was the most gringo looking Hispanic you'd ever meet! With blue eyes, blond hair, and a quiet nature he fit into society's picture, but was our secret weapon. He's connected with every type of law out there from mall cops too judges of the supreme court! Blondie was my dad's closest friend, and they had met way back in college. He was the total opposite of Chuckee, who my Uncle had met in the military. He was quiet and moved in the shadows, making big moves that left you spinning like a whirl wind had hit you. How many bodies he had, no one knew? Yet, he always got the job done. His net-worth was around six million, due to stocks. The man was a weapon like no other.

"Your dad's been waiting on you guys," Blondie spoke softly, while at the same time exhaling smoke from his cigar. "He can wait a little longer! At least until they put their bags down," my Uncle Santo's laughed. Poochie went to hug his father, who awaited him with open arms. I looked over at Jovani, who was leaning against the wall. His face read nothing, but I wondered if he missed his dad? "What," Jovani asked, looking back at me? I shrugged, and lied it off, "Just wanted to see which guest room you wanted, but I call the one downstairs." I hugged all the guys and then took a seat next to my Uncle Santo's.