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by
Jahquel J.
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July 28 - July 29, 2025
My mind went crazy thinking about that bitch nigga putting his hands all over my baby. Not only did he touch her, but he also went ahead and put his seed inside of her. If that wasn’t enough, he had the nerve to get her pregnant and then have her out here pushing a fucking shopping cart while pregnant. I wanted to punch him in the chest and pistol whip his ass because he had her out here like this.
I missed him taking his first steps, saying his first words, and playing sports like other little boys did. Kissing my son on the forehead once more, I released him from my grip, and looked him over. “Can’t believe that I have a fucking son… can’t believe that shit.” He plopped back down on the couch. “I can’t believe that I have a pops.”
involved? I get why you weren’t involved; you were too busy being a conniving bitch… you know, that takes a lot out of a person so clearly you couldn’t raise your son.”
As I sat in front of this big nigga, I realized that my brother wasn’t bullshitting when he said that he was everything that he said and more. I was looking outside for my guys to bring they ass in here, and nobody entered the door.
and stopped when she saw my face. “Is everything alright?” Erin beat my mother over toward me and waited for me to respond. My fucking chest hurt thinking of all the things that could be wrong. “Yo, come ‘ere,” Capone came over and pulled me into him, and I hugged my brother. I was strong about a lot of things, but if they came out here and told me that Alaia didn’t make it, I was going to lose my shit. “Nigga, she strong as shit… you think she going out like this? Come the fuck on… you smarter than that,” he continued to talk to me while we hugged.
I was unhinged, not irresponsible.

