Page 149 of The Ninth

I rolled my eyes. His crazy ass cackled while walking to the driver’s side, hopping in. As soon as he was settled, I crawled right into his big ole lap! Kelisha used to hate when we did this. I can’t wait until we get home, I need my man to hold me now. His right arm cradled beneath me as his left arm steered the car.

I FaceTimed my bitches. The three of them cackled for five minutes straight as K3 side eyed me. They didn’t have to say shit. I knew they knew I got my nigga back!

Me: Deddy, say bye to the girls!

K3: Bye Tatianna, MacKenzie, and Diaspora.

Devyn: IT’S DEVYN!

I cracked up laughing while hanging up the phone. Looking up at him, the nigga genuinely didn’t see the fucking problem. Both K4 and I snuggled closer into his chest as he drove through the city. It was so hard for us being alone as long as we were!

K3 drove to a car lot, picking out an all-black Ford Raptor. I held his hand while walking around, listening to all the things he was going to do to it. We left my AMG there, sending Duke’s dookie booty ass to come pick it up.

My baby blasted music in his truck, looking good and paid in that mothafucka. I laid the seat back, turning around and throwing ass to the music. He laughed while smacking and rubbing all over me.

Before the end of the day, he went to both the dentist and eye doctor. I wore his jacket over my little bit of clothes. He made sure I knew the day and time he goes to the doctor next week. “I wanna live long and healthy to have every single minute alive I can with you,” was his reasoning. Which was reason enough.

When we were leaving his eye exam, a familiar older man was walking in. He clearly recognized me too as his eyes were locked onto me. I looked at his shirt, realizing who it was. Kenzie’s old head.

On his shirt was a picture of Donnie, the old head I fought and got put in cuffs over. He looked like he wanted to say something to me. One look up at K3 and he kept walking. I looked up at him myself, but he didn’t say a word. The date on the shirt was my parent’s death date. The same exact day I told Kenzo what happened.

After taking care of himself, we went to the pet store for K4. K3 cashed out on new beds, clothes, leashes, snacks, and dog food for our baby. They were giving shots in the back, so I took my brand new baby back there while K3 filled up the truck.

K3 came rushing to me, red in the face and pissed.

“What’s wrong, Papa?!”

“I’m ready to go, Cass. I ate a sample and it was a fucking doggy cupcake!”

“That’s what yo big, greedy ass get!” I cackled.

He shook his head, pushing me towards the door, “The hoe just let me grab one knowing she didn’t see nan dog in my arms, foe.”

I cried laughing all the way back to our side of town.

“I’ma stop by Duke’s shop to holla at him real quick. I had moves to make, but I’d rather spend the remainder of the day with you.”

I opened my mouth to tell him I could just go with him. He cut me a look, letting me know to not even let the words come out. He has never driven me around with him to handle business. He doesn’t talk about it in front of me or anything. His main reason was because he’s a gentleman with the follow up reason being he didn’t want to disrespect my father.

As he walked into Duke’s shop, I hurried and called Devyn.

Devyn: Heyyyy! Who’s truck you in?!

Me: This my man’s new shit!

Devyn: Lord. Where he at?

Me: Talking to Duuuuuke. I’m cooking! You coming home, right?

Devyn: Hell no. I’m tired of the bullshit, Cass. I’m getting ready over Kenzie’s and then going straight to Duke’s house.

I screamed.

Me: K3 told their deddy he’s pussy whipped. He also told me that all Duke talks about is Devynnnnnnnn.

She blushed while looking down, shaking her head. She looked so pretty after getting her hair done.

Me: Well, I was just wondering if you okay, mamas. I love you, call me if you need me.