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Can I sit on your face or nah?

Nah...It’s reserved atm, try again in 2-3 business days.

Any remorse for his harsh comment swiftly transformed into resentment as he gazed in Dior’s hues, each word emitting from her lips slapping him with great torment. The minute she compared him to their father, no matter how much truth her rebuttal held, his fist coiled. Andreko wasn’t above putting his hand on a woman, and the only thing stopping him from bashing Dior like she was a common stranger and not his blood was his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. “Aigh’ D, you must’ve forgot who you spittin’ at right now, but you right, that isn’t your problem. Just like you ain’t my fuckin’ problem so don’t ask me for a damn thing again since you got yourself such a good hustle goin’ on here.” He started to push past her, but came to a halt as he glared at the female one last time. “You know what, I hope you actually do run into a nigga like Tony and then we’ll see if you talkin’ the same shit. It’s bound to happen if you keep workin’ at this motherfucka, and I won’t be around to protect your ass either. Nah, imma let ya get turnt out and fucked over.” Andreko retaliated before walking away. The male didn’t mean a single word that left his mouth, but his deep seeded anger had a way of turning him into a ruthless Tasmanian devil that didn’t care whose path he tore apart, even if it was someone he loved. 

KITTY went over to the next car in line, smiling as she leaned into the window and flashed a bright smile at the familiar face. “hey, you. we gone make sure to get you right.” she said giddily, grabbing one of the buckets they had sitting on the curb before coming back up. “you want the full wash, a quick clean up, or what?” she raised an eyebrow, her body already damp from the hose.

Andreko let out a menacing chuckle as Dior glossed over his demand, vacancy consuming his features. He wasn’t trying to prove a damn thing per se, rather every time he witnessed one of his sisters parading themselves for their clientele served as a heavy hit to his dignity and livelihood which ignited his infamous temper. “I could ask you the same thing, Dior. Fuck you tryna prove accepting chump change from these bum ass niggas when you got someone taking damn good care of you?” He hissed back as he folded his arms against his chest. “Crazy how Antonio got all this heat for me, but his lil’ daughter showin’ ass for less than most of his bitches make in under a hour. If you gon’ be a ho’, the least you can do is be a higher-priced one.”  Dreko didn’t intend for the last remark to slip from his pair, but he couldn’t fight the vexation still brewing from his altercation with their father. 

KITTY went over to the next car in line, smiling as she leaned into the window and flashed a bright smile at the familiar face. “hey, you. we gone make sure to get you right.” she said giddily, grabbing one of the buckets they had sitting on the curb before coming back up. “you want the full wash, a quick clean up, or what?” she raised an eyebrow, her body already damp from the hose.

After cleaning out a few niggas’ pockets during a craps game, Andreko decided to resolve the munchies devouring his gelato-laced system. He was enjoying the taste of bbq dancing on his tongue as he raked over the curvaceous drenched bodies clouding his view until his dark irises landed on his sister giving a peep show to one of the attendees who’s eyes were glued to her assets as she retrieved the bucket. His appetite had disappeared, and the lechery starting to toy with his mind following right behind it. Dreko dumped his plate before striding over to Dior. "I suggest you tell ole dude to move on to the next bitch ‘cause you off duty." He spat from behind her. malice oozing off his raspy voice.  

KITTY went over to the next car in line, smiling as she leaned into the window and flashed a bright smile at the familiar face. “hey, you. we gone make sure to get you right.” she said giddily, grabbing one of the buckets they had sitting on the curb before coming back up. “you want the full wash, a quick clean up, or what?” she raised an eyebrow, her body already damp from the hose.

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"Alex Guarnaschelli loved it on Chop, so I thought the hood would too only for folks to tell me to stick to the rivers and lakes I’m used to. Crazy how niggas wasn’t talkin’ all that shit when they were making them to go plates though, but I’m keeping my creativity to myself this time around since y’all can’t appreciate my efforts to expand ya government cheese palates.” 

“The alderman banged on my door at the crack of dawn to personally warn me ‘bout my 1st of the month barbecue, but all his courtesy call did was remind me to ask which one of y’all making the sides? Everybody was acting like a food critic last time ‘cause I put apples n craisins in the dressing just to try something new, so I’m sticking to the grill.” 

“The alderman banged on my door at the crack of dawn to personally warn me ‘bout my 1st of the month barbecue, but all his courtesy call did was remind me to ask which one of y’all making the sides? Everybody was acting like a food critic last time ‘cause I put apples n craisins in the dressing just to try something new, so I’m sticking to the grill.” 

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 He hummed at her inquiry, his eyes maneuvering back to his associate who’d accepted his offering with delight as the stripper lead him to a remote area. Usually, Andreko wouldn't fret over such a low scale operation, but the male had big plans that involved heavy dough. Dreko’s “everyone deserves to eat” philosophy had died along with some of his honor during his vacation at con college. “Folks trying to take a piece of the pie without asking the host first. I’ve been a real generous motherfucka, and it seems like my conviviality ain’t being matched. I guess imma have to teach em a lesson that you either get down or lay down.” Maybe his psyche was still spinning from his earlier altercation, but all Andreko saw was red which was the same color that would paint the streets of Memphis sooner than later. “I’m going to keep in contact witcha, this is a risky move since the police stay patrolling that area, so I gotta learn their schedule. In the meantime, let me go make sure my ole friend is having a good time.” He nodded at Naomi, placing a hundred dollar bill on the counter as a tip before striding away. 

Despite the manor purple splotch bruising his cheek, Andreko was seated at the bar, nursing his second drink. Nights like these where The Pynk wasn’t overcrowded yet held the same gutsy atmosphere which he loved provided him mental space to analyze his next venture. However, his attention was currently on an older Hispanic male occupying a booth not too far from him. Observing the lavish suit he was draped in caused a knowing smirk to curl on Andreko’s lips. “Aye!” He voiced, flagging down the nearest dancer. “You see that gentlemen over there? I got twenty Benjamin Franklins with ya name on it if you show him some hospitality. This is his first time at the Pynk.” 

A chuckle emitted from his set as Andreko’s orbs followed the dancer galloping towards his cash cow. “Let’s hope not, ‘cause ole dude right there is the most important person to step foot in this joint.” He drowned the remaining dark content in his glass before placing it on the counter top. “But, if this goes to plan, I might have a job for you coming up.” Although the bar was nearly deserted, Andreko voice was low as his orbs finally discovered Naomi. “I gotta do a little street cleaning in Raleigh.” Some local young bulls were pushing product through a convenience store without his permission. Andreko would of handled it by now, but a surveillance problem halted his itchy trigger finger. 

Despite the manor purple splotch bruising his cheek, Andreko was seated at the bar, nursing his second drink. Nights like these where The Pynk wasn’t overcrowded yet held the same gutsy atmosphere which he loved provided him mental space to analyze his next venture. However, his attention was currently on an older Hispanic male occupying a booth not too far from him. Observing the lavish suit he was draped in caused a knowing smirk to curl on Andreko’s lips. “Aye!” He voiced, flagging down the nearest dancer. “You see that gentlemen over there? I got twenty Benjamin Franklins with ya name on it if you show him some hospitality. This is his first time at the Pynk.” 

Despite the manor purple splotch bruising his cheek, Andreko was seated at the bar, nursing his second drink. Nights like these where The Pynk wasn’t overcrowded yet held the same gutsy atmosphere which he loved provided him mental space to analyze his next venture. However, his attention was currently on an older Hispanic male occupying a booth not too far from him. Observing the lavish suit he was draped in caused a knowing smirk to curl on Andreko’s lips. “Aye!” He voiced, flagging down the nearest dancer. “You see that gentlemen over there? I got twenty Benjamin Franklins with ya name on it if you show him some hospitality. This is his first time at the Pynk.” 

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“ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ "ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ” ꜱʜɪᴛ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀꜱ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴍᴇ: ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ɢ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ.“

They say a bad parent is a traumatized child, caught in the fires of their own suffering, their thoughts more hurricane than poetry or soul. Andreko knew that to be true. His life purpose was empty of all but murder, greed, domination, and lust, leaving barely enough room for fatherhood. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for his children, whether the only form of love he knew how to express was materialistic wise. The sun had settled into the sky by the time Dreko made it back home where he’d abandoned Pharaoh and Kairi with Ms. Lady after tucking them in bed the previous night. He expected a harsh salutation from his godmother, but an intricate scene greeted him instead. Ms. Lady swept around the kitchen area while his kids tee-heed at the television with his father sandwiched between them. A burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison as he used the back of his boot to shut the door, catching everyone’s attention. "Daddy!” Roh and Kai gleefully sang. They rushed towards him, clueless to the anger paralyzing Andreko where he stood. He welcomed their embrace, but his menacing glower was stuck on his father. Ms. Lady could sense how the air was so brittle it could snap, and if it didn’t, Andreko would. “Roh, I need you to take your sister upstairs. Y'all can finish that racing game up before y'all father takes y’all to school.” That’s all it took to get Pharaoh’s feet moving as Kairi shuffled behind.

“Why the fuck you got this nigga near my kids?” Andreko growled once his children were out of earshot. Ms. Lady heard the vexation and hurt in his voice, generating a sigh from her lips, but before she was able to plead her case, his father cut her off. “I stopped by to check on you since I caught wind that you were out of the big house. Apparently, you left my grandkids with Ms. Lady while you went and partied it up at that raggedy-ass strip club, so I stuck around to give her a hand. You don’t have any business tricking on them hoes at the PYNK, Dreko. Your number one priorities right now needs to be Pharaoh, Kairi, and getting the fuck outta these streets ‘cause next time you in court ya might be hit with the death penalty.” If red hot fury wasn’t nurturing Andreko like a newborn baby, he would guffaw at Antonio’s self-contradicting statement. Andreko hadn’t met his father until he was pushing thirteen years old. Antonio was too busy playing Iceberg Slim throughout the Mason-Dixie line that his presence in most of his children’s lives remained inconsistent. Really, the only memory Dreko had of his father was the times they would bump into each other when they were hustling on the same block. “Must I remind you that three of them’ ‘hoes’ working down there came from ya nutsack? You’re the last person that needs to be acting holy than thou and giving out parental advice. Matter ah fact, I ain’t even gon’ argue witcha. Bounce up out my crib fo’ I beat you like ah nigga that owes me some funds.” Andreko ridiculed, causing Antonio’s muscles to stiffen as his head cocked to the side.

Dreko had inherited his father’s callous spirit, which became evident as the male closed in on his son. “Watch how you talkin’ to me, motherfucka. "He darkly chuckled, continuing to instigate the suffocating tension. "I’m not dem jits you got pissing on themselves outchea. Your ass will join ya mama up yonder sooner than you thought disrespectin’ me like I’m bitch made.” Ms. Lady gasped as Dreko threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to Antonio’s face, hitting his jaw with such force blood pooled into his mouth. Andreko’s wrath had swallowed him whole and engulf his moralities when Antonio mentioned his deceased mother. There was a moment of stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible, the air would have been scarlet. Then suddenly movement, so much vigor in every punch. Antonio rained blows onto Andreko as if he meant to smash him into the very earth, and Andreko did the same. Both fought like they didn’t just want the other dead; they wanted them crushed, obliterated, nothing left to bury. Ms. Lady tried to separate the father and son, but only the screams of horror coming from the staircase could end the vicious battle for dominance. Breathing heavily, Dreko hovered over Antonio, gazing down at his father with abhorrence diluting his irises. "The only thing keeping me from putting a hallow point between ya eyes right now is my shorties. If Dior, Rue, and Zara wanna be on some kumbaya shit witcha, bless they fuckin’ heart, but you dead to me, Ton.” With that, Andreko stood to his feet. He hoicked a wad of blood onto Antonio’s expensive gators before retreating towards his distressed kids. 

y’all can have that game, slide to my IMs. thnx.

tbh: ya’ll fine af. 

rate: broke my scale.

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