Page 38 of Street Heiress 3
It didn’t take me long to get ready. I threw on a fresh pair of briefs, a wife beater, and black sweats from Alo. When I finished up, Riot was still in the bathroom, fixing her hair.
“Ima go downstairs. You good?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I’ll be down soon. I’m going to call my mom too,” she said.
I kissed her and then walked out of the bathroom. I slipped my slides onto my feet, left the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind me. I jogged down the stairs, hit the corner, and once I made it in the kitchen, you would have thought that we were at buffet at one of those all-inclusive resorts. It was so much food here. There were about three chefs in the kitchen, and all the food was perfectly lined up on the island.
I spoke to the chefs, saying good morning, and to my left was the dining room tables. There were two dining room tables, that held about fifteen chairs at each table, so it was more than enough space to hold everyone. I only saw the adults though. The kids probably finally made their way outside, after waking up this morning with all that fuckin noise.
“Good morning family. How ya’ll doing?” I asked, going over to speak to my family first before I started fixing a plate.
I shook it up with the niggas and gave hugs to the women.
“Where’s Riot?” Beretta asked me, sitting next to Skyro.
“She upstairs getting ready. She’s coming,” I let her know, and when I heard Benelli laugh, I knew her shit talking ass was about to have a joke or two.
“Oh, we know that. We made the kids go outside for that very reason,” Benelli shot, making the table laugh.
“Ay, don’t make that joke when she come downstairs either. She’ll fuck around, and try to go back home,” I responded, walking over to where Uzi was, so that I could try and take Mauricio out of her lap.
His ass was a mama’s boy, and he carried on like he hated me. I got on him every time I saw him, telling him to stop all that crying, so that’s why he hated being around me. He was four years old, bad as fuck, but loved to stick up under his mama.
Even when I came over, he started turning his head, not wanting anything to do with me. When I reached for him, his lil ass started screaming like I was killing him.
“Man, cut that shit out. Soft ass always crying,” I got on him, holding him in my arms, as he was trying to get back to Uzi.
“Give him back, Dolo. Let him finish eating,” Uzi came to his defense like she always did.
“Give me his plate. He can eat with me,” I said, reaching for the plate, and she handed it to me.
Mauricio was still crying, as I walked with him over to the island, where the food was. His plate only had a little bit of eggs left, and half of a pancake.
“You want some more food?” I asked him. Through his tears, he nodded his head.
“Aight then. Stop crying. Your mama right over there. She not going nowhere. Hush up with all that crying,” I snapped, putting him down on the island, so that I could fix his plate.
It took him a few seconds, but he got it together. With the wife beater that he was wearing, he wiped his face. Once he fully stopped crying, he told me all the things that he wanted added to his plate, and I put it all on there for him.
“Here. Hold it. Let me fix my plate and then we going to sit down and eat together. Aight?” I asked him, and he nodded, knowing damn well that he would much rather go back with Uzi, and have breakfast with his mama.
As I was fixing my plate, I felt movement come behind me in the kitchen. I turned around to look, and it was Riot. She spoke to everyone, saying good morning to them, and while she was doing that, I gave Benelli a firm look, letting her know not to say shit. I didn’t need Riot knowing that the whole house heard her while we were fuckin.
Mauricio had a smile on his face, looking at Riot. This was their first time meeting. When we got in last night, he was already in the room sleeping. This lil nigga was looking at my girl the same way that lil Lolo was looking at her last night when we got in. Riot loved kids though. I saw how she was with Daylani,and Amir, so when she saw Mauricio smiling at her, she smiled back and stood in front of him.
“Hi handsome. What’s your name?” she asked him.
I grabbed another plate, so that I could fix Riot a plate. By now, I knew what she did, and didn’t eat, so I knew the things to put on her plate, and what I should leave off.
“I’m Mauricio. What’s your name?” his lil ass asked, making me suck my teeth, and Riot laughed, while playfully hitting me.
“Riot. You can call me Bean though. Your eyes are red. You were crying?” she asked him, and his lil ass nodded, while pointing at me.
“What did he do to you? Tell me, and Ima beat him up,” Riot asked, taking the plate out of Mauricio’s lap, and it’s almost like she couldn’t help herself because she picked his cute ass up.
My baby cousin was adorable, man. I felt like he looked a lot like Uzi. He had features of Loco, but Uzi was his twin for sure.
Riot held onto him, and he was just as big as she was.
