Million Dollar Pussy

The Past

I couldn't believe the shit I was seeing. I didn't want Toya to know the shit that was about to come our way. You see, I received a message saying that Brooke was getting out. Brooke used to run with us back in the day, until she got caught up and shipped out to the big house. On top of that, me and Brooke used to fuck around heavy. It got to the point where if you saw me you saw her.

  Like all relationships shit comes to an end. It fucked with me for minute, quiet as it kept she the reason why I haven't been in a relationship since. That is until my big baby Toya, I don't know if it was her feistiness or her I don't give a fuck attitude that attracted me to her, but little mama with the shits. I don't know what I'm going to do but I definitely need to get up with my brother.

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

“What up playboy?”

“Man, I just got word Brooke on her way home”

“Get the fuck outta here? How you know?”

“Tomas, just sent me text staying that she go before the parole board in a few weeks. Nigga gone ask me if I want to go”

“Damn, You going?”

“Man hell naw”

“I feel you, but we talking about Brooke”

“Man, look after she decided to selfishly get rid of my seed, I'm cool on shorty”

“What? What you talking about Dion?”

  Just thinking about the shit made me want to drive to that prison and put a hot one in her dome.

“Man I never told y'all, Brooke was pregnant with my shorty. Only reason I found out was because the doctor's office called the house and left a message. By the time I got to her the shit was done. Fucked up part is the bitch wasn't even sorry”

“Damn, bro why you ain't say nothing. I wouldn't have called in the favor and had Tomas be her lawyer.”

“It's cool bro, you didn't know”

  Pulling up to Tomas building I wanted to see how long I had until the stupid bitch came home.

“Aye, Dre let me get back with you.”

“Aight, just come over to the crib”

“Bet”

Hanging up with Dre I had to get my mind right before I walked in here. Walking in the building and straight to his office, I saw his secretary coming out fixing her clothes. This nigga gone get enough of fucking with the help. In a minute he might have to be his own lawyer when his wife find out. Oh well that ain't none of my business though. Walking straight in I didn't give no fucks, I was there for answers.

“What the fuck going on Tom?”

“Dion man how you doing?”

“Fuck all the pleasantries, what the fuck going on?”

“Ok, so I just got word from her that she is going before the parole board in a week. If granted she gets out in less than a month”

“FUUUCK!!!!!”

  Punching the wall this is not what I wanted to hear.

“Aight, so it's possible this bitch will be out by the end of the month?”

“Yes, apparently she's been on good behavior for some time now”

“Fuck that, I don't want that bitch near me. I'm telling you, if I see her you mind as well get ready to represent me because I will kill her.”

“Now, Dion I gonna pretend I didn't hear that”

“I don’t give fuck, just know the bitch come close I'm ending her life”

  Storming out of his office I needed to clear my head. I thought about going over to Dre's house but I needed to be by myself.

Me: Yo, I'm gonna check you out later.

*Chime*

Dre: Aight bro, let me know if you need anything.

Me: Aight

*Chime*

Dre: You might not want to hear this, but if she get out. You need to tell Toya.

Reading that message I knew I had to tell her, but I didn't want to run her off.

Me: I know

Deciding I'm going to do the right thing, I had to let her know. I hope she ride with a nigga, but at least it would be on the table.

Me: I need you to meet me at the beach house.

*Chime*

Shorty: Is everything okay?

Me: I just need you to meet on there.

*Chime*

Shorty: Okay? Should I be nervous.

Shaking my head I knew she was going to ask a thousand damn questions.

Me: Toya just meet me on the beach damn woman.

*Chime*

Shorty: Don’t come for me like that Dion.

Me: Come on Toya. I really need to rap with you about something.

*Chime*

Shorty: Okay I'm coming. Send me the address.

Sending her the address to the beach I knew this was going to be a hell of a conversation. At the end of the day real niggas do real shit so, I was gone let my shorty know what's up.

*Chime*

Shorty: On my way……….