Rich!

Boss Moves

Jacquees' P.O.V.

~6 Weeks Later~

After that night at the club, I complstely stopped talking to Jazel. For the first two weeks, I had me and Jay'Miair staying in a hotel room from the money I made hustling a new deal. While staying at the hotel I found a new house to stay in.

No, I'm not kicking Jazel out of the house I had bought. When my son wants to see her, he won't be seeing her on the streets. If he go stay the night, he needs his own room and place to use the bathroom. I'm not going to be childish about our relationship and how it failed, and cause my son to grow up without his hoe ass mama. The bitch gave birth to him.

Technically, it wasn't even my fault how our relationship even ended. I was the one being strung along. She had me believing I had a good woman. The woman I wouldn't ever have to worry about when times got rough. If I was to fall down, I expected her to be there to help me back up. But not everything is what it seems.

I made up a schedule between Jazel and I for when we'd keep him, who takes and picks him up from school, and what time he should be in bed on school nights. She had him Thursday night until Sunday and I had him the rest of the time. She even had a lil' shooter as a car to drop him off and pick him up. It's my job to provide for him, not her, so she only got a 1999 Honda Accord.

I'd quit my job at the construction site and completely devoted my time back to the game. I knew having a child would make things risky, so I was trying to be extra cautious of what I did. I didn't take Jay'Miair to nothing that involved the drug business or around someone who might have drugs on them. The only person he'd been around was Amir, whom he calls Uncle A.

Today was Thursday, and Jay'Miair had just gotten out of school. I had his bag already packed and in the car so he could go stay with Jazel. I stopped him by McDonalds and got him a ten piece, medium fry, Snickers McFlurry, and a medium sprite. I got myself two strawberry creme pies, a Reese's McFlurry, a twenty piece nugget, medium fry, and a large sprite.

"Daddy am I going to stay with Jazel?" I looked over at him and waited. "I meant my mother." I nodded my head and he looked out the window with a mug on his face. "Niggas always have to do shit they don't want to. I don't even like her bitch ass" he mumbled. I smacked him in the back of the head and he hit it on the dash board. That's his fault.

"Since when you started cursing and doing it around me at that? Don't make me punch your head through that glass." He shrugged his shoulders and sat back, leaning his head on the window. "Why you said that?"

"Said what" he huffed.

"Lose the fucking attitude. I'm not talking to you with one." He smacked his hand on his face. "Why did you say you don't like your mom? You should love her."

"Love and like is two different things. She's always worried about Andre punk ass-" I punched him mid-sentence and he stopped to rub his shoulder. "I'm just keeping it real with you. I don't like either of them, I hate Andre. He's ain't my daddy and I'm not gon' pretend like he is for mom sake."

"Look Jay, if you're hating her because we didn't work out, you shouldn't. That's is and always will be your mother. I know she does a lot of fucked up things, but you will not disrespect her ever again. Do you understand what I said?" He nodded his head. "Don't nod your head with all the mouth you got, answer me with them slick ass words you got."

"Fine old man, I understand" he laughed.

"You better cause ya' almost got punched in the mouth, son." He mugged me and I laughed. After riding around, we finally made it to Jazel's house. He looked at me and I looked back, waiting for him to say something, but that wasn't happening.