Page 28 of Loving a Midwest Menace
Montrez dug his cell phone out of his pocket while Finn rounded up the other two. They were all shaken up.
“Yo, where you taking them?” Montrez questioned.
“Don’t worry about it. You might want to start looking for new crew members though,” Finn worded, walking behind the young men toward his car.
Rose opened his car door, and Finn made the other two get in back on his side. Rose climbed into the rear, allowing Vice to position himself shotgun. These cats were young, at least nineteen, maybe younger given how scared they all seemed. Once they were loaded up, Finn shifted his car into drive,maneuvering it from the curb. The minute they cleared the block and Finn’s engine roared, Montrez was on his cell.
“Big homie, we got a situation over here,” he relayed into the phone.
Gannon arrived back to his bachelor pad after spending a few hours at the club with Cretia bent over his desk. Baby girl had some good pussy, but her head game was what kept him coming back. Even with parts of her being enhanced by multiple surgeries, she was top shelf and high maintenance. There was a thrill behind fucking her that Minx didn’t give him. Cretia had very few barriers when it came to the bedroom. He’d even had a couple of threesomes with shorty. She had drained him today physically, and Minx was fucking with his mental and emotional shit.
Entering his vast studio-style apartment, soft moans piqued his interest. Rounding the corner from his entry he had a perfect view of his mother propped up on the island in his kitchen, legs wide open. All he saw was a head full of waves between them, and Gannon squeezed his eyes shut and tossed his head back.
“The fuck, Ma!”
“Uh! Gannon!” she squealed, leaping from the counter.
Eirian Lynch stood in front of her. Shielding his face, Gannon would give anything to unsee this shit. Eirian swept his hand down his wet beard and licked his lips. He was a big figure kind of nigga in everything he did. In his mid-forties, still much younger than Galena’s sixty-one-year-old ass Eirian stood about six four and about two hundred and forty pounds. His shoulders and arms were large as fuck. Galena was almost five feet nine and round in the hips and ass with a small waist and brand-new breast implants to accompany the lift she’d gotten, courtesy of Gannon’s money. Let her tell it she was fit and fine.
“Lynch, I really wanna murk yo’ ass right now.” Gannon grimaced. “My fucking mama, bro? Of all the bitches?—”
“Boy, I am still your mama,” Galena replied snippily, adjusting her dress. “We were just… having a little fun.”
“And you in my spot doing this shit? Why?” Gannon tossed his keys on a nearby table.
“I came over because I made your favorite… lasagna,” she explained, nodding to the partially eaten dish on his stove. “Eirian happened to show up. I fed him.” Galena shrugged casually with a slight scowl.
Gannon walking in definitely wasn’t supposed to happen.
“In more ways than one.” Eirian’s tongue swept across his lips again.
His rounded inky eyes seared a hole through her hungrily. Galena’s creamy olive skin flushed, and she bit into her bottom lip, returning his lustful gaze.
“I can’t believe this shit.” Gannon threw his hands up.
“Oh… calm down, Gannon.” His mother waved him off. “We were being spontaneous. It was nothing serious.”
“Ma, you been feeling yaself ever since I bought you them new damn titties! I ain’t got time to be fucking niggas off becauseyou feeling like a thot,” Gannon griped, marching toward them in his kitchen.
Pausing on the other side of the counter, he shook his head, shaming them.
“Gannon, I will slap the shit out of you. Don’t think I won’t.” His mother cut her hazel eyes at him. “Now you want some of this lasagna or nah?” She went over to his stove and reached for a clean plate beside it.
Eirian smirked mischievously at his homie.
“Yo… I ain’t mean no disrespect, fam. You know ya mama always been fine. She age like wine.” He simpered. “Taste sweet like it too.”
Gannon pouted, resembling a little ass kid.
“Nigga, fuck you. The hell you doing here anyway?”
He really did feel some kind of way about the shit. He damn sure didn’t want to think about the homies smashing his mother. That kind of shit was embarrassing to deal with on every level.
“Welp… change of plans.” Eirian shrugged and rounded the corner to join him on the other side. “I’m here to stay. Rooney and Sekani at our new spot setting shit up now. We partying this week. You should come through.” Eirian raised a big hand to his shoulder.
“Welcome back,” Gannon muttered, rolling his eyes.
Eirian brought him in roughly against his chest, putting him in a brotherly headlock.
