Page 63 of Gang of Roses: Dice

It hadn’t been ten minutes, and the intercom sounded again, and this time I knew it was them. Once I reached the wall, security confirmed.

“Mr. Monroe, I have a Global Jamerson here.”

“Send her up.”

I went to let the chef know to get Revv’s high chair ready. I’m glad she told me he was allergic to mango, not that they would have been in here anyway, because I, too, was allergic to mango. This boy was me down to a T.

“Cova, take off your headphones at the table.”

“Yes, sir.”

My little sister was so sweet, and the respect she showed me told me she valued the life I provided for her. I went to the door and let them in.

All you could hear was…

“Daddy’s house?”

“Yes, little man. Daddy’s house.”

Someone sucked their teeth, and if I had to bet… it was Ma’Dukes. Barbed-wire fence just as high as a maximum-security prison.

I ignored her.

It was clear I had been out of the house too long because my mother knew I didn’t move recklessly. I knelt down and scooped his little butt up. Then I tried my hand at giving Global a side hug; she came in right under my shoulder. I’d be lying if I didn’t notice she fit in that spot like a nigga’s rib.

When I turned around and made the introductions, the mouths hanging wide open were laughable. So much so, G-baby let out a low laugh.

“Look at Granny, baby.”

New world record.

That time, Bronco sucked his teeth.

“Mama, I thought...”

She cut him off.

“Oh, boy, hush. Girl, you is beautiful. But, hunni, your genes didn’t even pinch this baby.”

Global chuckled.

“My family says the same thing.”

“Go have a seat. The food should be ready.”

“Smells good in here.”

“All thanks to Matt, the chef on duty tonight.”

“I would have cooked,” she said with a wink. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you, shawty.”

She smiled.

I smirked, and she walked over with a mean-ass walk. One thing was for sure: she was going to be labeled down with some heels on. Looking at Revv’s clothes, he rocked nothing but the best, too.

Revv was such a sweet baby; he just let them bounce him all over the room. Going from person to person. My little sister took so many pictures that I could create an album. I didn’t have to tell her not to post them; she knew the drill.