Page 7 of Session 25

“With all due respect, Duke. I’m not trying to have that talk with you out here. You can go ahead and ask your sister, and she can tell you, but that’s where I stand on it.” I raised my brow. Duke was alone, and I had Taj with me. The chances of him trying to buck up at me were slim to none right now.

“Yea aight. Give me a reason, Marcel. You know how I’m coming behind my sisters. Especially Koi.” He stood there grilling me for a few seconds. “And if you put your hands-”

“That ain’t my type of thing, and you know that.” I cut him off. I never lifted a hand to Koi. I would grab her, but that was as far as it had ever gotten with us as far as physically. If anything, her ass was the one who played them hands games.

“I’m just putting that out there.” He pulled out his phone, answered it, turning on his heels to walk away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, I handed Taj back the blunt. “That nigga swears someone scared of him, and I know Sicily’s messy ass is the one who told him something.”

“So, what’s ya’ next move? You gonna get a test done?”

“Hell yea. I made sure they handled that shit before I left the hospital. I’ll be damned if a broke bitch tries to pin a baby on me and it ain’t mine.”

Taj screwed up his face. “The kid here already? Nigga you know that timeline is shady as fuck.” Dee-Dee and Koi were cool, so I wasn’t surprised he was hip to the timeline of this kid. “It’s been what, just a year since Koi lost the baby? Nigga if that kid is yours, I’ll be shocked if you are still alive once Koi finds out.” He was dead serious. “She was grieving, and you were slanging dick? Nah.”

“Nigga is you gon’ judge me the whole time or what?” I needed to know if I had to stay away from Taj until shit slowed down.

“The problem is you want a yes man and that ain’t me. You my boy and that’s fucked up, but do what you do, playa. I just hope that when you tell Koi, that she doesn’t kill you or go insane.” He took another pull from the blunt.

It never crossed my mind how this shit could play on Koi’s mental.

“It’s gonna be aight.” I tried to convince myself more than him. Taj stood around chopping it up with me for another thirty minutes before I got a call from Rika’s annoying ass friend.

“What?” I answered, walking towards where Koi’s car was parked. She was still at her parents’ house, so I knew exactly where she parked.

“Nigga you answering with an attitude. You need to get your ass back to this hospital. Rika had complications.” She stopped talking for a brief moment. “It’s not looking good, Marcel.”

“And what the fuck that gotta do with me? Call her fucking drunk ass mother. Matter fact, don’t call me at all.” I removed the phone from my ear, ending the call.

“Bitch is trippin’, that ain’t my girl and she probably ain’t my baby mama either,” I mumbled to myself on the way to the car.

Once I got to Koi’s truck, I unlocked the door, sliding into the driver’s seat. With my phone attached to her phone stand, I tapped on her name after closing the door. It rang out. Pissed, I called her again.

“What do you want?” Sicily’s voice boomed through the speakers.

“Let me speak to my woman,” I demanded with an attitude.

“No,” she snapped. “Leave her alone.”

“Yo on the real, you need to mind your business. Put your sister on the phone and stop acting like you, her bodyguard.” I was over her family chiming in on our relationship. The shuffling on the other end had me seeing red. I calmed down when I heard her voice.

“Go home, Marcel. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“How mature is that, Koi? If we are in a relationship, why am I the only one trying to talk?” She needed to know I wasn’t in the mood to play the games. I needed to talk to her before word got back to her.

“A relationship? The same relationship you ruined years ago when you stuck, ya’ dick in another bitch. That relationship! Huh?” She was now yelling into the line. “Cus tell me where I got you fucked up at?”

By now I was fuming, my chest was poked out, and my nose flared. “Koi come down here and talk to me like my woman, why you hiding?”

“Hiding? Marcel, you cheat left and right, and you want to talk! Do you think I’m stupid? No. I’m tired of the shit.”

“I hear you, and I’m here to tell you I apologize, ma. I fucked up more than once, but I’m telling you, I’m all for you.” I had to bank on Koi accepting my fuck ups and moving on before this situation with this baby escalated.

“What do you want from me? To go crazy? Is that it, Marcel, huh? I can’t just love you in peace, right?” She began yelling again.

I heard a female in the background saying for her to hang up the phone, but Koi didn’t budge. That alone told me that I hadn’t fully lost her.

“Come talk to me, ma.” I softened my tone.