Genesis: Forever An Atkins (Atkins Family Saga Book 2)

by Connie Easton

“Oh, I’m only offended by her disrespecting my husband, that bitch word don’t faze me. If this was the other way around, my cousin Serinity would’ve walked both of y’all down already, so we’re good. I am curious about the results though, which is why I said something. You’re taking on our kids as their agent, so we’ll naturally be close. I just want to break the barrier, that’s all. I overstepped, but it was with good intentions. Sorry,”

“I talk a lot of shit, but I take care of my family. That goes for all Atkins. If that’s my blood, I got you. I mean, you really don’t need a nigga. This house big as fuck. Nevertheless, I don’t want you to think you doing this shit by yo’self.” “Tuh. Am I supposed to believe that?” I said walking back into the bathroom to the sinks.

“Royce, I don’t need anything from you or your brother for that matter. You have your answer now leave my home,” I said picking the tests up and trashing them. I went to walk pass him when he pulled me in for a side hug. “Come here mane. Stop all this tough girl shit. You pregnant with an Atkins. Hold up. It is an Atkins, right?” “What? Move,” I said pushing him away, but he brought me right back. “Aye don’t beat my ass, but I’ll take that as a yes. Shit, I ain’t know how you got down. I had to check, Brat.”

“So, we singing kumbayas now?” Nesh asked wearing a confused expression. “I mean, I ain’t come here for no fuck ass karaoke, but I’m with it,” he replied. He was actually pretty funny when he wasn’t being an asshole. He got a muffled laugh out of me.

“E-Everything’s good, Ms. Afor. Wow. I was not expecting that,” she said aloud. Her hands flew to her mouth covering it seconds later. Her intrusive thoughts won. “No one did. Before the questions fire off, I am a hundred percent okay. Some things hit the news so if you were worried, thank you. I am truly fine and yes, I am pregnant,” I stated slowly rubbing my stomach. “Let’s keep in mind, my business is my business. Let’s not let it get you fired. Have a good day everyone.”

“You raped that nigga, Adele. You ain’t fooling no-fuckin’-body. You took advantage of a muthafucka that was drunk out his mind and had the nerve to record the bullshit. You a bold one, ain’t you? Why you keep me knowing you did what you did? Why you give that man an ultimatum like he was gon’ choose yo’ trifling ass over his fuckin’ family he already had? You need to let that fuckin’ obsession with Senior go before he send them boys to lock yo’ goofy ass up,” I ranted.

Tia and Tamera were my go to Glocks, but I had other’s. I reached underneath my seat grabbing the box that held Mary-Kate & Ashley. They didn’t come out to play too often because they were registered under my name. Tia and Tamera were my favorite throwaways. It wasn’t shit to put a hole in you and walk away Scott free with them.

I know these stupid niggas didn’t run they mouth to a nigga who ain’t part of us. They behaving like a hoe in heat ready to get down with anybody that look they way.

“Lil’ nigga this the second time you done hit my line and dismissed me like I’m some groupie ass hoe. I came to do business, and I’m leaving empty handed yet again. You wasting my fuckin’ time. This nigga step on the scene and y’all get to kissing his ass. Let yo’ daddy keep feeding you crumbs. Don’t hit me no more,” he said snatching up whatever bullshit ass plan he bought with him.

“Nigga watch yo’ mouth ‘bout that one. I don’t give a fuck what she did to y’all, ain’t nobody gon’ do nothing to her. I can promise you that,” I snapped back. “Want to bet?” His head fell to the side, but that grin never fell. I physically saw this nigga hit a switch in front of me. Whatever Royce stepped in here wasn’t who stood in front of me now. I felt like I was looking into the eyes of the devil himself.

“He was right there, Black. Why wouldn’t you take the shot? Don’t you want Senior in your life?” she cried out. She acted like I hurt her feelings by letting him walk. I was a lil’ confused, I wasn’t gon’ hold you. Not once did I ever tell her or anyone else that I wanted that nigga in my life. I was twenty-three years old, the fuck I looked like asking a nigga to step up now that I was a grown ass man. If her and that nigga ain’t get the fuck on with that, I knew something.

He had no fear and that alone put him in a lane of his own. He challenged every move a nigga made. I lowkey loved that shit, I couldn’t lie.

“Mama please. I’m good and he did everything to keep me calm. Don’t judge him before knowing him.” “It’s a little too late for that. He was judged the minute he put a gun to your head.” “If you and Dad are going to do this the whole time, just go, Mama. I had a baby. Your grandson who I’d like you and Dad to meet. Play nice so you can. I want all of you here but if I’m left with an ultimatum, I’m choosing where my heart lies and that’s with him,” I admitted. She threw her hands up throwing in the towel.

Do you think you can have a conversation with my father? Y’all are two people of importance to me.” I was begging but knowing Black, he’d decline. If he didn’t want to do it, he wouldn’t. “He look like he want to knock my block off, Brat. I don’t think that’s a good idea. I like to lay hands on niggas,” he threw back.

“Yo’ daughter kept a child without my permission. Mind you, she called the cops on me after she sat on my dick and swallowed nut by the liter. I really don’t give a fuck what you sit back and do, OG. I do know that wherever she go from now on a nigga on her ass. Hate it or love it another fuckin’ Atkins on top,” Black boasted.

“You ain’t have to do yo’ pops like that, Brat. He ran his mouth a lil’ too much for my liking, but he ain’t deserve all that. You were so disrespectful but so polite with it. My fuckin’ dick hard!” he said reaching inside his pants to adjust himself.

Come meet my wife and kids. I mean, you might as well. I ain’t gon’ ever let yo’ lil’ a-s-s be from now on. I love my family way too much to play like I don’t give a f-u-c-k.” Royce had briefed me on his family history, and I had to give it to him for trying to be the glue for everybody.

“Why she the only one named after us? What happened with them two?” Black was being nosy now. “That little one you’re holding, and CJ are from someone else but that doesn’t stop them from being an Atkins. Royce did what was necessary to him to make them his. They don’t know anyone but him, especially her spoiled behind,”

“Aye Brat, why you name my son Malachi?” Black inquired. I was put on the spot after literally just piecing together their names. “I assumed you was named after the Bible, so I went with that. I had no idea it was from luxury cars until now. It literally just clicked.”

“Straight like that. I ain’t got time for games, Brat. You had me nuttin’ in that gushy ass pussy all night and the first chance you got, you called them blues. I couldn’t even get a fuckin’ nap in, Brat. Then, you get to barking when the muthafuckas ain’t even pull yo’ chain. You disappointed me, Ma.”

“I told you wherever y’all went I was following. I ain’t need to say shit else, but since you a lil’ slow, I’ll spell it out. We in this thang for the long run, Brat. I ain’t ‘bout to let nobody do my job when it comes to y’all. Y’all mine for life.”

“He has your name, not me. He’s yours for life, while I’m still suitable for a husband,” I teased. Black gripped my face and turned my head toward him with aggression. The look in his eyes had grown cold. He slipped back into the person I met months ago. “Don’t fuckin’ try me, Brat. I stamped that pussy so good, I know it’s missing me, ‘cause I’m fa damn sho missing it. If you wanted my name, all you had to do was ask for it. I’ll give it to you with no problem. It’s not like I got use for the bitch anyway.”

He ignored everything I said and kept doing what he wanted. If I had to describe this nigga, I’d say he was spoiled as fuck and didn’t understand when muthafuckas denied his request. No was like a foreign language to his ass or something. I walked out shaking my head. I was gon’ give him what he wanted ‘cause I had a feeling he wasn’t gon’ stop until he got it.

I didn’t trust many, but I trusted many of the things Royce said. If he said I could afford to let this bread go, I believed him. The crew was gon’ keep the whole bag. The Atkins were swimming in Benji’s and Junior was the one controlling most of it. He wasn’t ‘bout to see me done wrong now that I was here. I could feel it just from how he spoke. His words were always laced with confidence and conviction.

“This my fuckin’ brotha that you failed to inform me on and now that we bonding and shit, you shaking like a stripper. Tighten up nigga and get the fuck out my house ‘fore I really make you touch that grave I picked out for you early,” Junior threatened.

“I thought I’d be able to handle this shit but fuck. You so goddamn fine man.” He grabbed my left hand and slid a diamond ring on it. “I had all this shit planned but seeing you in that dress got my fuckin’ dick hard and them six weeks over baby. I’m ready to swim. Marry a nigga and stay happy, aight?” Giggling, I nodded saying, “Okay baby. I’ll marry you and stay happy.” “Cool. Sit on this dick.”