Page 43 of Repo'd His Heart
“It’s the only way I can get you to pay me any fucking attention!” Fallon raised her voice and her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at me.
“Shit, I be busy.” I shrugged her off walking past her out the living room entrance across the hall to the kitchen. I was hungry as fuck Solana was supposed to be making us tacos, but Fallon fucked that shit up.
“Bullshit, you ain’t never been too busy to fuck me. Let’s keep it real. Ever since you hired thatbitchyou been acting brand fucking new. If you fucking her be a man about the shit.” Fallon continued yelling, she pulled my arm making me turn towards her slightly.
“You delusional as fuck,” I chuckled snatching my arm from her. I gave Fallon a warning look, I wasn’t tryna argue with her tonight but if she kept pushing a nigga’s buttons I was finna give her what she was looking for. I walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and looking for something quick to eat. I knew Fallon ain’t cook, she never did. It was either fast food or tv dinners.
“Never been. Just admit you fucking the bitch. She ain’t the first and I doubt she’ll be the last nasty bitch you stick ya dick in.” Fallon said with her face bawled up in disgust.
“When have I ever lied to you about me fuckin’ a bitch?” I asked, turning around with my arms folded across my chest. I rested my back on the refrigerator running my eyes over Fallon’s short frame. No doubt Fallon is fine as fuck, her body on point, she made sure her hair and nails were always done. A bad bitch without a doubt but that wasn’t enough for me no more. I needed more than a bitch that looked good to look at.
“That’s what I’m tryna understand. You never lie about it so why start now? You been a cheating ass nigga,” Fallon replied, still scowling at me.
Whenever Fallon got made she swore up and down a nigga stayed cheating on her but that wasn’t the case. I fucked plenty of other bitches since I’ve dealt with Fallon. A lot of them were when she wasn’t even my bitch forreal and the few others were when she called herself breaking up with me. I didn’t chase bitches if they didn’t want to be kept then I’d let them go. It was too many bitches to be trying to force one to be with you. Fallon thought she could force a nigga a long time ago. Right after she had Mason, she called herself cutting me off because I wouldn’t be with her officially. She was salty as fuck when she saw I wasn’t running behind her. All I wanted was to be a part of my seed’s life. I was cool fucking whatever bitch I wanted to without her being on her bullshit. I was living my best life when she realized that she came back with a brand new attitude. Claiming she was ready to play her position, whatever the fuck that meant. To me I had never cheated on Fallon so there was no need for me to lie to her about the bitches I fucked with.
“The fuck you wanna be with me for?” I asked her in a calm tone. She wasn’t finna work me up, she had already ruined my night.
“Because we’re a family,” Fallon answered plainly, looking at me like I was dumb.
“That’s it?”
“What else do there need to be? Us sharing a daughter trumps everything.” Fallon rolled her eyes at me.
“Daughters,and a son.” I asked glaring at her menacingly.
“You know what I meant,” Fallon nervously waved me off and stood by the kitchen table.
“I don’t actually.”
“Nigga stop trying to play these mind games. You caught up over your little bitch and now you wanna flip shit on me. Get the fuck on!” She dramatically yelled waving her arms in the air.
“I ain’t flipping shit. That’s ya defensive ass. The fuck you got goin’ on?”
When it came to my seeds I had zero understanding behind them. I loved all of them the same and would go to war behind them. Even Braxton it might have been taking me longer to connect with him, but I was still fuckin’ shit up behind him because he was mine.
“I’m not fucking defensive.” She snaked her neck from side to side placing her hand on her hip.
Her sudden movement caused a shirt that was draped over one of the dining room chairs to fall on the ground. Fallon bent over quickly picking the shirt up. She tried to ball it up and discreetly toss it in the corner.
“What the fuck was that?” I barked, taking three big steps over to where they threw the shirt.
“It’s just a shirt!” Fallon screeched trying to block me from getting the shirt.
I didn’t know what the fuck she was trying to hide but she had me fucked up. I didn’t even know what she was trying to hide but I was getting mad as fucking thinking about all the crazy shit it could have been. The first thing that came to mind was she had another nigga in my house. On my mama I was gonna fuck her up if she did and not because I was jealous. It was the fucking respect. Having a nigga in the house I paid bills in wasn’t finna fly with me. Shit if she wanted to be with another nigga all she had to do was say that shit. I’d let her move on without a problem, but she wasn’t finna be sneaking and geeking while she called herself being with me. I easily moved her outta my way, picking up the shirt, I frowned.
Two things stuck out to me about this shirt. One It was a Black and blue mechanic style shirt, that clearly belonged to a nigga and the Brothers Tow logo on the back. Mikael had told me about the bitch ass niggas that were going around tryna be like us. They weren’t the first to try to compete with us. Hella muthafuckas tried to copy us, it came with the territory of being the best. I will say these niggas were a lot more blatant with their copying. They made their shit look just enough like ours to confuse people. Mikael and I decided to keep watching the niggas and not make a big deal outta the shit. Mainly because muthafuckas weren’t even open yet. For all we knew they might never open up.
However, finding one of their shirts in my house had me ready to show my Black ass. I liked to think Fallon wasn’t dumb enough to go against the grain, but I would never put nothing past a soul.
“Let me explain!” Fallon quickly said, throwing her hands up. “Before you get to tripping that’s Maverick’s shirt. Look on the front.” She urged me and I listened.
Turning the shirt around sure enough Maverick was stitched in blue. Throwing the shirt on the ground I shook my head. Leave it to a bitch ass nigga to be on some bullshit. Maverick is Fallon’s younger brother. He was actually my age, but he had no hustle about him. They mama babied his ho ass, and it showed. Fallon begged me to give him a job years ago and the nigga didn’t even make it through training before I fired his ass. He wanted to come in late, smoke weed on the clock, the nigga even showed up to work drunk. I let him go that day. He didn’t want to work forreal and I wasn’t about to fuck my business up.
“So, he wanna be an Opp now?” I chuckled. I really thought this shit was funny. If that company was lettingMaverick work for them I knew that shit wouldn’t be open for long.
“I told him that what he was doing isn’t okay. We got into a big argument, and he stormed out of here. He knows I don’t play about you.” Fallon softly said as she batted her eyes at me.
“Yeah, I hear you.” I said nonchalantly I didn’t want to give away how I was really feeling.
