Page 39 of Delirium 2

I knocked on the door.

Needed a doorbell too. One of them Ring joints to see who was coming and going. But the nigga… he truly did not give a fuck. I hated that about my brother though. Security out this bitch should’ve been primal but because he thought he was good, he moved like he was good. What people didn’t understand was that you were never safe. With a whole clip on you, bulletproof vest, love around you… you’re never fucking safe. Especially not in our position.

I turned around, keeping my back towards the house, as I looked around, hands stuffed in my pockets, surveying the hood. I caught a couple of eyes on me. Looks from niggas. Looks from bitches. Any time I caught ‘em, they looked away.

A couple of seconds later, Zeke opened up and I turned around.

“Fuck you doin here, bitch?” He asked, pulling his jeans up, glancing over his shoulder. He scratched at his head with the handle of his nine. “A nigga a lil tied up⁠—

I pushed my way in the house. “I’on give a fuck, pussy. Put a shirt on that bird chest. You need to hit the weights, weak ass nigga.”

“Fuck on. I hit the weights, nigga. Religiously. Everybody don’t want to walk around this bitch buff like a fuckin’ body builder. Wide ass nigga.” he closed the door behind me. “No on some real shit though. Fuck goin on? You poppin up and I got this bitch in the bedroom.”

As I continued through the small two-bedroom home, I looked around. It might’ve been small and could’ve used a little work, but it was clean. Clean and neat as hell. A trait he picked up from moms. We stayed cleaning. She didn’t play when it came to instilling certain things in us. One thing she didn’t want us to do was rely on a woman for basic shit like cooking and cleaning. If we weren’t in the kitchen with her while she was cooking, we was in it while she cleaned it. Every time she’d say she didn’t want us to rely on a woman to take care of us, I felt like she was taking a dig at pops because he didn’t do shit. I mean, he took the trash out, paid the bills, and shit, but when it came to household stuff, moms handled it. She didn’t complain. Just raised us to be very self-sufficient.

“I took a lil’ trip to Kingston,” I said before sitting on the black sectional.

We locked eyes.

He nodded. “Straight?”

“Hell yeah.” Jerking my head over my shoulder I said, “Get the bitch out of here.”

He didn’t hesitate or say shit. He walked away, heading for his bedroom to do exactly what I said.

Leaning forward, I grabbed the edge of the weed tray on the coffee table and slid it over to me. Hunched over, I broke a couple of buds down before tearing into a pack of blunts.

In the back of the house, I could hear him telling his shorty she had to leave. She got to bitching. Arguing with him. Complaining about the time they spent together. From the sound of her voice, I could tell it was Rayvn, the bitch he constantly fucked with and had been for the past couple of years. They were toxic as hell so off top, I knew it would take him a minute to get her together. I wasn’t tripping. Kiss had to touch down before I laced them with the info I had on Jayceon, anyway.

A couple of seconds into rolling the blunt, Ray and Zeke walked into the living room.

I glanced up and she had her eyes on me, brows knitted, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip poked.

“Hi X,” she said with an attitude.

I sat back against the couch, licked the blunt and continued to roll. Chucking my chin, I spoke back. “What up doe?”

“How long you keeping him busy? I was trying to⁠—”

Zeke cut her off. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? I’ll call yo irritating ass when I’m done, bi⁠—”

‘Bitch?”

“Did I say that?”

“Almost! Don’t be⁠—“

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the front door. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you later. Swear to God you ain’t gon’ be able to talk for a week I’ma stick my dick so far down yo muthafuckin throat. Since u can’t shut the fuck up, I’ma shut you up.”

“Fuck you nigga. Don’t threaten me with a good time, bitch.”

“But you trippin bout me callin you out yo name? Yeah, don’t threaten you with a good time? Got it. No dick for you for a week, bitch. How bout⁠—”

“I bet! You gon’ be so busy fucking on hood rat bitches that yo dick ain’t gone work.”

Zeke sucked his teeth. “Dick worked just fine a couple hours ago.”

She hesitated, snatched away from him and sized him up. “Fuck that supposed to mean? Do not fucking play with me, Ezekiel!”