Disrespectfully, Relic

by Antoinette Sherell

“Oh, y’all got food this week? That nice ass house ain’t ever got no kitchen action going on when I stop past. Tell yo rich papa to hire a chef, ‘cause the way y’all paid and poor at the same time don’t make sense.”

Lmfao!

“Shabu is gon’ really kill yo ass behind Whoop. He let you slide with his last bitch, and now you’re figure skating with his wife.”

“Y’all wish and think about what you should’ve done, while I do it and dare a muthafucka to check me about it.”

Ronnie lowkey felt like Kennedy was meant to end up in that fire instead of Mya. The girl needed some humbling, but from their conversation, Ronnie concluded the incident hadn’t done its job.

Wowwww!

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t go to Michi or Tek’s hostings. I let them handle their business while I handle mine. Business is what your ass should’ve been worried about at this interview and not gossiping about who I hang with or whether I live my damn life. Have a good day, Ronnie.”

Thats right! Set her ass straight!

“I noticed,” Ryell admitted with a light smile. “Once you have an abnormality, you tend to pick up on everyone else’s without trying. It’s as natural as decoding facial expressions or reading lips.”

if you really want something, don’t just give up the second you think someone will tell you no.

“If that’s what you’re worried about.” His head nodded toward her marred face in awareness. “A little war wound ain’t ever hurt nothing. That shit just gives you flava in my book.

“Gotta stay with the heat, mama. It’s cold out here in these streets.”

They’re men, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need validation or reassurance like any woman you add to your roster. Just because they don’t have a pussy you can fuck on doesn’t give you the right to talk to them out the side of your neck.”

“You think, because she has a pussy that makes me treat her better? Yea, you don’t know shit about me, baby, and it shows.”

“In another life, where we aren’t so equally scarred, I think you would’ve chosen the date and been my bitch instead of my partner.”

“There’s no life where I would’ve chosen dick over money.”

“Stop whining, and either press that nigga about what’s yours, or keep sharing your family, ti frè. What you’re not going to do is cry about it like a hoe. Bust a fucking move.”

“You’ve been excluding me for years, and it ain’t got shit to do with me not wanting to be a fucking counselor to your problems. Tell your wife, had she picked me, her baby daddy would’ve been in the dirt before the blood test results got back. He’d have never made it to the NBA.”

“Now, who misses who, punk? Them raps you spit are too tough for you to be whining on my couch.”

Lmfao!

Niggas like Relic turned bitches into easy licks, and Kennedy would never become that a day in her life.

“I can’t fight, but I’ll grab my nephew so Savvy can drag you out of here if she has to.”

Lmfao!

“Shabu told me not to let another person tell me shit about him. He said to take it as a grain of salt if it isn’t from his mouth or if I didn’t experience it from him. I didn’t understand it when he told me, but I sure as hell do now. Keep that in mind when you’re dealing with Relic.”

“The faster you cum on this dick, it’ll be over.”

“I don’t want to hear any buts. Open up and take this shit! It’s what you asked for, right? Ain’t this the reason you signed on that dotted line?”

If Aura hadn’t opened her legs for him, Relic wouldn’t have given a damn since his sole mission was seeing if she’d mix business with pleasure. She had. Their second session—in his meeting room with her bent over the table—was where he’d spent time locating the spot that made her cum quickest because good nuts lured bitches into bad decisions.

“So, you’re either cleaning cum off yo dick or blood off yo hands. Which is it?”

“Y’all won’t ever have any fucking couth.” “Nigga, stop talking to me in rich and just grab a goddamn drink ‘cause you need it. You’ve been more uptight than usual.”

“Let that be the first and last time that you lie to me, Kennedy.”

“Just about every interaction I have with women is either calculated or insincere, depending on what I need from them. Even then, I’m known for saying the wrong things, so I rather skip the small talk. We don’t have to get to know one another.”

“Believe what you’ve heard, Kennedy. Eighty percent of that shit is true, and the other twenty percent is worse than what they’ve told you.”

Your gun isn’t meant to handle every situation. Not checking your fucking temper to prove a point could lead to yo family attending a funeral.”

“Inhale, let it out, and shoot at the pause before you inhale again. Don’t fucking breathe until they’re not, and don’t hesitate because real life doesn’t give you a moment to contemplate your move. Remember, it’s always them or you, Kennedy. Go again.”

“Ask Jessica how far like or guilt gets a bitch with me, folks. Oh, wait. You can’t.”

“I find that shit funny when the most faithful Los has ever been to Nubia is after their divorce. P wouldn’t skeet on Lexi with a nut Treasure fucked out of him, and the last nigga she got pregnant for didn’t even think her pussy was worth pushing out his kid. It sounds like they ain’t got good taste in men either.”

“What about Michi?” “She’s with my baby brother. She has great fucking taste, but he doesn’t.”

Lmfaooo! Dawg!

Relic merely stared because Savvy exposing his inner thoughts didn’t surprise him. She’d dealt with his little brother for years, who was nothing more than a calmer version of himself, so she’d seen the worst of Shabu but learned to catch the signs before he dipped into those dark spaces. Her baby sister did the same for Pierre. Relic pitied his folks because he’d learned to rescue himself—he’d learned to swim in raging waters and when that had failed, he adapted to his environment and sprouted gills. He’d been breathing with his head underwater for years.

Not protecting Shabu held the number one spot on his list of regrets. It was the sole reason he allowed his brother to disrespect him and talk shit without beating his ass.

“You’re so set on hating me that you’re going to make Jahleel hate you in the process,” Judith stated, and his eyes flicked her way. “He doesn’t even call you dad, Relic. Why do you think that is? Because you yell and—”

“I apologize for yelling at you because it was displaced anger but remember one thing. Just because I don’t hit you doesn’t mean take advantage of that shit. I won’t tell you anything wrong, so listen to me the first time, Jahleel. You don’t want to push me to that point. Konprann?”

The irony didn’t miss him that he’d failed as a big brother, and history seemed on the verge of following him into parenthood.

Joseph had once told him that a clean house equated to a clean pussy, and he’d taken that theory to heart.

“I’m never wrong in the moment. Point it out to me later, and I’ll give the same courtesy. If I step, you step, big dog Kennedy. That’s how this partnership works.”

“You’re one smooth ass muthafucka, Relic. I’ll give you that.”

I’ll be happy as hell when you realize that’s not how a partnership works. You have me here for a reason, and it’s not to look good on your arm, Relic. That’s a bonus.

“Big dog muthafuckin’ Kennedy. I guess it’s your move, and I’ll play backup.”

simply disliked what their pockets couldn’t afford.

Kennedy fit into his world too well, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Someone is going to fuck you up one day for talking to them crazy, and it might be me.”

“When my brother died, I swore I’d never mess with a drug dealer or put myself anywhere near that kind of situation because Koda was a hard loss for me.”

“I’m here because, even though I don’t believe in a magic number, I believe your luck will run out, just like Koda’s did. I see you trying to get out before it happens, so I want to help.”

“You’re worried about me, Kennedy?” “I don’t know you enough to worry about you, but I’m close with people who are. I want to get you where my brother didn’t get to go since he had pieces missing from his board. I may not be your queen, but I love a challenge.”

“You love challenges, and I love to win. We’re the dre...

I like to exercise my mind, so when I come across those mental battles that’ll send the strongest men to their graves, I’m prepared. I could be a drunk like my father or dabble in coke like my baby mother did, but I don’t. I could have a bunch of kids running around with bitches I hate like Pierre, but I’ve trained my dick to hold a nut. It’s all mental.”