business with some big time connect. I was making sure the soldiers were on point. The Queen Bitch was running things.
Damien was barking loud as hell and I couldn't hear anything Diablo was saying. When I realized that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon I got up to see why he was tripping. "Lemme see what your crazy ass dog barkin' for," I told Diablo over the noise. "Shut the fuck up Damien.” He looked at me with his pretty brown eyes and my heart melted. I had bought him for Diablo when he was eight weeks old. I loved him like he was my child, and he loved me too. I named him Damien because he was black with a shiny coat. Damien was the Omen's name. 'Dressed in all black like the Omen', get it?
A knock at the door snapped me back to the present. "Somebody's at the door," I told Ablo. "That's why he was barkin'."
"See who it is," Ablo said.
I looked through the peephole. It was some white man with a suit on. "It's some white dude in a fuckin' suit," I whispered walking back to the living room. Diablo kept right on barking at the door. I was not opening the door for a strange cracker.
"I 'on know. That might be a DT or something. He'll go away," he said.
"What the hell you do Ablo? Why a DT here?" It wasn't like I was surprised, but Ablo was usually more careful and discreet with his shit.
"It ain't nuthin' ma. Just let Dame bark until the mufucka go away. Chill, a'ight," he said calmly.
"You all calm and shit 'cause your ass ain't here. I think he gone though 'cause Damien stopped barkin' and I don't hear no knockin'."
"Word, word. So what you doin' tonight?"
"I don't know papi. Me and the girls will probably go get some drinks, or blaze a lil' sumthin'. You know how we do. Don't worry. I ain't tryin' to replace you. Whatever you do, don't let that dick of yours get you in trouble," I warned him. Although I'd said it in a playful way I meant what I said.
Ablo laughed. "I hear you baby. When I get back we gotta talk about sumthin' important. Don't worry. It's sumthin' good."
"A'ight. What time ya'll headin' back Sunday? I miss you baby," I whined. Ablo loved when I made him feel wanted. It was his nature to want to take care of me. He had a need to feel wanted.
"I miss you too, but you know why I'm down here. It ain't just for fun baby. I'm handlin' some business so I can keep you tight. You hear me?" He asked.
"You not just doin' it for me Ablo. You gotta eat too," I reminded him. "You was doin' what you do before you met me."
"Yeah, I know that shit, but I can't get comfortable and slip up. I'm makin' big moves for our future lil' mama. When we have our seeds I wanna have everythin' right. I don't wanna do the same shit forever. You gotta give me a son so he can handle this shit when I'm too old," he said.
I wasn't too comfortable with the thought of having children. I honestly didn't think I was mother material. I'd always feared that I would fuck up like my parents. I wasn't selfish enough to bring children into a fucked up lifestyle. I was comfortable with my life, but I knew for myself that kids didn't deserve to be forced into a life of crime. That's what had happened to me and Diablo. I cleared my throat and changed the subject.
"You didn't answer my question Ablo. When ya'll comin' back?" I asked.
"We'll be back tomorrow night sometime okay," he said. I could sense an edge in his voice.
"What's wrong wit' you?" I asked. I knew I'd pissed him off by not acknowledging what he'd said about having children.
"I guess we shouldn't have that talk. Every time I bring up having kids you tense up," he said.
"I'm sorry Ablo, but I'm not ready to be a mother yet. I'm still young and..."
"And I'm not as young as you," he cut me off. "I love you and I wanna have some kids by you. It's natural to want a family wit' the woman you want to marry."
Tears stung my eyes, but I was silent. I was stuck between a rock and a
Damien was barking loud as hell and I couldn't hear anything Diablo was saying. When I realized that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon I got up to see why he was tripping. "Lemme see what your crazy ass dog barkin' for," I told Diablo over the noise. "Shut the fuck up Damien.” He looked at me with his pretty brown eyes and my heart melted. I had bought him for Diablo when he was eight weeks old. I loved him like he was my child, and he loved me too. I named him Damien because he was black with a shiny coat. Damien was the Omen's name. 'Dressed in all black like the Omen', get it?
A knock at the door snapped me back to the present. "Somebody's at the door," I told Ablo. "That's why he was barkin'."
"See who it is," Ablo said.
I looked through the peephole. It was some white man with a suit on. "It's some white dude in a fuckin' suit," I whispered walking back to the living room. Diablo kept right on barking at the door. I was not opening the door for a strange cracker.
"I 'on know. That might be a DT or something. He'll go away," he said.
"What the hell you do Ablo? Why a DT here?" It wasn't like I was surprised, but Ablo was usually more careful and discreet with his shit.
"It ain't nuthin' ma. Just let Dame bark until the mufucka go away. Chill, a'ight," he said calmly.
"You all calm and shit 'cause your ass ain't here. I think he gone though 'cause Damien stopped barkin' and I don't hear no knockin'."
"Word, word. So what you doin' tonight?"
"I don't know papi. Me and the girls will probably go get some drinks, or blaze a lil' sumthin'. You know how we do. Don't worry. I ain't tryin' to replace you. Whatever you do, don't let that dick of yours get you in trouble," I warned him. Although I'd said it in a playful way I meant what I said.
Ablo laughed. "I hear you baby. When I get back we gotta talk about sumthin' important. Don't worry. It's sumthin' good."
"A'ight. What time ya'll headin' back Sunday? I miss you baby," I whined. Ablo loved when I made him feel wanted. It was his nature to want to take care of me. He had a need to feel wanted.
"I miss you too, but you know why I'm down here. It ain't just for fun baby. I'm handlin' some business so I can keep you tight. You hear me?" He asked.
"You not just doin' it for me Ablo. You gotta eat too," I reminded him. "You was doin' what you do before you met me."
"Yeah, I know that shit, but I can't get comfortable and slip up. I'm makin' big moves for our future lil' mama. When we have our seeds I wanna have everythin' right. I don't wanna do the same shit forever. You gotta give me a son so he can handle this shit when I'm too old," he said.
I wasn't too comfortable with the thought of having children. I honestly didn't think I was mother material. I'd always feared that I would fuck up like my parents. I wasn't selfish enough to bring children into a fucked up lifestyle. I was comfortable with my life, but I knew for myself that kids didn't deserve to be forced into a life of crime. That's what had happened to me and Diablo. I cleared my throat and changed the subject.
"You didn't answer my question Ablo. When ya'll comin' back?" I asked.
"We'll be back tomorrow night sometime okay," he said. I could sense an edge in his voice.
"What's wrong wit' you?" I asked. I knew I'd pissed him off by not acknowledging what he'd said about having children.
"I guess we shouldn't have that talk. Every time I bring up having kids you tense up," he said.
"I'm sorry Ablo, but I'm not ready to be a mother yet. I'm still young and..."
"And I'm not as young as you," he cut me off. "I love you and I wanna have some kids by you. It's natural to want a family wit' the woman you want to marry."
Tears stung my eyes, but I was silent. I was stuck between a rock and a
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