28. Cemone

"Cemone. Cemone." Coach Yoder sat across from me looking stressed the fuck out. "I thought we agreed you would dial it back after Ross Lemon?"

"I have been, Coach. That shit at the park came to me," I explained, half lying.

I knew I'd pissed Avery's punk ass off with that video of his bitch. However, only a fool would believe that nigga was just gon' accept that I beat his ass at the club and then took the woman he thought was his.

"What happened?" he inquired, Sergio and Lawrence, the owner and manager of the Bulldogs, sitting by waiting for me to explain as well. "Who is this guy and his crew?"

"He's a family friend of my wife's, and we don't get along, so he brought his people to my brother's shit." I shrugged.

"Compton, you have to learn to walk away," Sergio told me, lids lowering as if he was studying me.

Old Cemone would've told that nigga to shut the fuck up with that, but right now, I could see he was right. I had to do better now that I had a family, a real one since I'd only recently found out Callen, too, was no longer mine. Solene had been MIA, which was the smart thing to do, so Callen had been with me and my family since she dropped him off at my mama's gate.

"I am. That's what I'm doing, but I'm gon' defend myself. The nigga ran up on me. You saw the fucking video," I said.

"I did, yes. In that instance, I understand, but with Ross Lemon, you could've easily diffused that. I'm not telling you to let people hit you, especially because I know you wouldn't listen anyway, but sometimes, I just need you to ignore people, Compton. All this bad publicity is not good for the team and our sponsors, and I need you to understand that."

"I do." I nodded. "I do. This is gon' be the last fucking thing to happen. Watch." I patted the table as the three of them looked me over, worried as fuck. "You niggas wanna bet some money?"

"Actually, yes." Lawrence nodded. "One million. If you do anything else to bring the team bad publicity, over something you could've prevented, we get to amend your contract and take off one million dollars."

"And if I win?" I sat back in the swivel chair.

"I'll write you a check myself, Compton," he replied, nodding. "In fact, I might pad it a little bit. Because you not getting into any shit will do wonders for us and is worth millions."

"Deal then, muthafucka." I reached to shake his hand, and he obliged, before I did the same with Coach Yoder and Sergio.

The whole drive home from the meeting, I kept telling myself I would really learn to walk away from shit. It was more difficult than it sounded because I wasn't too keen on muthafuckas disrespecting me or my wife or my family. A lot of times niggas, especially in this industry, tried to bitch you out. And most celebrity niggas were in fact bitches, only pretending to be hard behind the shield of security and the police. Me though, I walked every bit of the shit I talked, and sometimes niggas liked to learn the hard fucking way.

But at the end of the day, if it would cause me to lose my career or be away from my wife, unborn, and family, it wasn't even worth it, for real.

After stopping by the store for Yolani's yellow cupcakes that she had been obsessed with, I sent my assistant an email, telling him to contact Hostess so I could have a box sent to the crib for my baby. Then, I took my ass home.

"What happened to Pop-Tarts?" I asked, tossing the package onto the bed. "I had to go to the hood for them muthafuckas."

"Thank you." She beamed, ripping the pack open. "I still like Pop-Tarts, but I think the pregnant version of me likes these more." She nodded before biting into one, getting the cream filling all on her supple lips.

"That shit just got my dick hard," I admitted, making her roll her eyes.

"What doesn't get your dick hard?"

"You right. Ain't much you can do that won't have me ready to slide up in you." I sat on the bed, lay back, and carefully made her straddle me. "I'm gon' have some fun with this right here. All them sweets is going straight to yo' ass and hips." I squeezed her plump ass in the tiny ass gray shorts she had on.

"What kind of fun?" She grinded her pussy on me, making me bite my lip. "How was the meeting?"

"Nah, don't change the subject."

"If you tell me about the meeting, I will ride you after."

"It was aight." I only got out three words before she laughed at the fact that I agreed that quickly to her fucking bargain. "Same shit they been telling me, except I had to explain the barbecue situation."

"Do they know it wasn't your fault?"

"They saw the video, but they still wanted to remind me to try and walk away, which they right; I need to do that shit. Niggas be pissing me the fuck off, though, and I can't even sleep until I knock 'em on they ass." We chuckled in unison. "I'm gon' do better though."

"You already are. The Cemone before me would go looking for trouble. Now, you just respond when it comes to you. That's an improvement. You have to give yourself credit for every milestone."

"You right." I put my hands behind my head. "Before you, huh? So it's you that did it I'm guessing."

"Kind of." She beamed, soft ass skin glowing and golden hair hanging down her back.

Her nipples were hard, poking through her shit, and again, my dick got a little hard thinking about sucking on them muthafuckas as she glided that tight, wet pussy up and down my dick.

"Pretty ass." I commented my thoughts. "You did though." I looked around my bedroom, or what was left of it since Yolani had her shit in here now too. "How you feel kicking it at the house doing nothing?"

"Good, especially because I can ask you to get me whatever I want while I do it."

"You can. Boss yo' nigga around, girl." I humped upward, and she giggled. "I told you about the meeting."

She smirked, shoving the last bite of cupcake into her mouth, chewing it as she unbuckled my jeans. Standing up on the bed, she removed her shirt, panties, and shorts, before squatting back down, keeping her eyes locked on mine.

I was hard as fuck, just from the sight of her naked frame filling out beautifully from carrying my baby. Her teeth sunk into her lip as she moaned a bit from guiding the tip of my dick inside of her opening. She kept her legs spread so I could have the perfect view, while holding her hips to make sure she was stable as she coated my shaft.

"Mmm." Her voice shook.

I was beyond turned the fuck on seeing her skin dampen already as she bounced on me slowly, making her titties move slightly. Her nipples were hard, pussy was glistening, and she was taking dick like she was made for it. I wanted to get on my knees and bow to the shit before me right now.

"This might be the most perfect shit I don' ever witnessed," I moaned, feeling her throb around my dick as she started to cum.

She gasped once she hit the base of me, and I let her do her thing, allowing her to make a fucking mess in my lap from orgasming twice, before I sat up, removed my own shirt, took her nipple into my mouth, and pounded her until I was nutting inside of her.

I didn't know how to fucking feel about today. I'd initially planned to take my kids to Disneyland and shit, but now that they weren't mine it was awkward as fuck. So I had to make the shit a group thing by inviting my niece Harmony and then Yailey as well.

I already had Callen in my possession, but Ananda's mother was all too willing to allow me to take Blakely, especially after what the fuck her daughter had done.

Every fucking thing had made its way to every news outlet and internet blog about the fact that the kids the whole world thought I neglected weren't even fucking mine. That and also the fact that I was filing a lawsuit to get the paternity case results reversed, my name removed from Callen's and Blakely's birth certificates, every dime I paid out in child support back, as well as twenty million in damages.

Ananda's family and Solene were responsible for the child support, but because them bitches were broke as fuck and one was deceased, Solene would have to do some jail time once she was located. She'd never get to it, though, because I was murking her ass as soon as I got word about her touching down any fucking where.

By saying that, Disneyland would be like a farewell trip between me, Callen, and Blakely. Tomorrow morning, I would drop Blakely back off to her grandmother, and Callen would be going to Solene's mother, who I'd already reached out to. She and Solene weren't close, her seeing Rosette as more of her mama, but Rosette was on borrowed fucking time just like her nigga.

Only reason Judge Morton wasn't dead yet was because I wanted that nigga hung out to dry and removed from his position as a judge first before I took him out.

"Ready?" Yailey ran into Yolani's bedroom with Harmony on her heels.

"We are." Yolani giggled then gave me a look, the same one she always gave me to check my temperature.

"I am. We about to spend yo' sister's money." I winked at Yailey as Yolani sucked her teeth.

"I'm pregnant and on leave in a sense." Yolani poked her hip out in the jean shorts she wore.

I got distracted for a minute by how pretty her ass looked, despite being dressed down.

"On leave don't mean dropping two movies, selling matcha like it's dope, and then signing a contract with a luxury perfume house." I corrected her, making her roll her eyes.

"Is dope like crack?" Yailey asked, and her sister and I just ignored her inquisitive ass.

We left the crib, going to scoop up Blakely and Callen from their grandmother's before heading out to Anaheim.

I had security mainly for Yolani and the kids, just because I knew how muthafuckas could get, and I was supposed to be on my best behavior. I couldn't exactly do that shit if I saw someone bump into my people or my wife or do any fucking thing I didn't like. It was still risky, even with security because protecting who I loved was just a part of my fucking personality.

"Oh my gosh I am so excited!" Harmony screeched as if her dad and Couture hadn't taken her hundreds of fucking times.

"Me too! Do they have a bookstore?" Yailey quizzed, looking around.

She and Harmony had on matching shirts and wore the same hairstyle, making it obvious how close they'd gotten. When Khari told me they talked on the phone, I was shocked as shit. Not too much at them talking but at the fact that my niece, who I always saw as a fucking baby, our first one, was old enough to be kicked back chopping it up on the damn phone.

"Girl, you're supposed to be riding rides and stuff. You can read when we get back home," Yolani said.

"Fine." Yailey frowned, but it quickly dissipated as Harmony pointed out a ride that piqued her interest.

The four of us trailed behind Yailey and Harmony, Yolani and I exchanging looks that said it was clear who the fuck would be running the itinerary for today.

The two big ass security guards stayed close by, but not too close to where they would be intruding on our group. It was a Monday, so the crowd wasn't too thick, which was why I'd chosen this day purposely.

After Yailey and Harmony got on a few rides, Yolani and I convinced them to take Callen and Blakely on the teacups as we sat close by, watching.

"What are you thinking about?" Yolani asked, sitting in my lap.

"Just can't believe this is the last time I'm gon' see them lil bad ass kids." I watched as Callen and Blakely screamed while steering the teacup with Yailey and Harmony.

"I know." Yolani laid her head on mine. "Maybe you could stick around."

I shook my head. "Nah. I got a wife and am starting my own family. I can't be splitting my time from my actual kids to spend with some that ain't. I'm gon' set some shit up for 'em, though, since they won't have a mother."

"Like an account?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "But my time, my presence, all that shit is for my kids. I already have limited time as it is due to what I do for a living, so I can't diminish that shit for them as hard as it's gon' be at first."

"I understand."

Touching Yolani's stomach, I said, "I'm all yours, lil nigga."

"You think it's a boy?" She grinned.

"I know it is."

"We shall see. Any name ideas?"

"An Actual."

"Huh? Anactual?" She pronounced it all together as one. "What the fuck kind of name is that?"

"I said An Actual. Two words."

"An Actual Compton?" She frowned until it hit her, making her toss her head back to chuckle. "You are stupid."

Few minutes later, the kids were off the ride, so we took them around to take some photos, ride some more rides, and then we got something to eat. By the time we finished, the sun had gone down a bit, so we got them to agree to leave in half an hour.

People started to pay more attention to Yolani and me, taking pictures, getting close as fuck to film or ask for an autograph, so we knew it was time to wrap this shit up.

"Oh my gosh, Yolani!" Some nigga rushed up, almost tripping her.

My fist balled out of natural reaction, but instead, I just blocked his ass, mushing his head on the low and making him stumble back. Due to the large crowd and him clearly being drunk, muthafuckas surrounding were none the wiser.

So after we let the kids' shop for all the souvenirs and shit they wanted, I was beyond thankful that it was time for us to fucking dip.

On the way home, Yailey, Harmony, Callen, and Blakely had fallen asleep in the car, as I made my way to drop Blakely off.

"I'm proud of you, husband." Yolani touched my hand that sat upon the gearshift.

"For what?"

"I mean, for a lot of things, but mainly because of how you carried yourself today. I saw you wanted to punch someone plenty of times, but you kept your cool."

"Told you I was gon' be good." I smirked. "So what I get for that?"

"I'll let you massage my feet."

"Can I at least lick them muthafuckas?"

"Why you always have to be freaky? Can't a massage be a massage?"

"Says the woman who prefers my treatment over taking her fucking medicine."

She guffawed and gasped as if her ass was insulted.

"Because the medicine fucks me up."

"It does, I'll give you that shit, but we both know the real reason. You be wanting me to lick on that pussy. I ain't tripping. I like it just as much as you, maybe more."

When she broke into laughter again, she only confirmed my statement.

"Anyway," she said, never continuing. "I love your massages, your freakiness, your temper, everything about you."

"I love you too, lil mama." I reached over to caress her smooth, bare thigh as I whipped the truck.

" B ig Big Money" by Key Glock was playing as Yolani and I entered the Redmond Hill Records brunch party. Her label head, Gina, threw two every year, the dress code for this one being orange.

I admired Yolani in the thick material orange dress she wore that hit the middle of her sexy thighs, as I held her hand tightly.

Celebrities of every damn kind were in the building, and I could already smell the good ass food sitting in the tin pans over on the long ass table. My plan today was to fade into the background and let my girl do her shit, but also not get into any altercations, no matter what a nigga said to me.

"We gotta frisk him," security told Yolani.

"It's straight," I told her when she looked at me, worried.

"Why?" she asked as the pudgy nigga started scanning me.

"Don't scuff the shoes, Oompa Loompa looking ass," I told him since he was so focused on my face that he almost tripped.

"Cemone." Yolani tapped me with a smile.

"Gina requested that all unpredictable individuals be frisked and/or scanned," he replied, circling me.

Now usually, I wouldn't have stood here for this shit and bypassed him, but I was working on being a better husband and soon-to-be father.

"Wow." Yolani shook her head as we rejoined hands.

"No fights or arguments, Mr. Compton, please," the nigga stated to my back.

"Better tell every nigga at the door not to cross me then," I replied, treading inside of the party.

After the situation with security, everything was smooth inside of the party. I even spoke to Gina's fake ass with a head nod when she ran up to us.

"I would hug you, but I feel like you may slap me or something." She laughed, expecting me to tell her she was wrong, but I just stared her ass down before taking a bite of the piece of chicken I had.

Yolani snickered softly, catching on before pulling Gina's attention into another topic.

"Baby, stay here while Gina shows me her room here," Yolani said.

"How far is that?" I asked Gina.

Laughing, she replied, "Just upstairs. I won't have your wifey for long."

"Wife, not wifey." I checked my watch. "You got five minutes until I come get her."

Yolani was cheesing as Gina nodded with a half smile before tugging her away. I watched until I couldn't see my lady anymore but felt a presence join me in the area I'd taken a seat in.

I sighed, recognizing Ross. He had a permanent scar from the ass whupping I'd given him. Every time I tried to be a good nigga, shit like this happened, but I was gon' remain calm for as long as possible.

"I'm not on that," he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

"Good choice. Heard you just got out the hospital," I replied, not even fucking around.

Niggas were still finding Ross's teeth on the court off Hoover.

"Can we agree to a truce?" He stuck his hand out for me to shake, but I just bit my other chicken wing, so he took the hint.

"I can't ever be cool with a nigga I had to stomp a mud puddle in, but you don't talk to me, and I won't talk to yo' ass. You don't start with me, I won't knock out the rest of ya fucking teeth or put a bullet in you. It's simple."

"Got you." He nodded, glancing off and taking a pregnant pause. "Me and Solene are no more."

"Nigga, didn't I just say we ain't cool? Fuck you telling me shit about yo' personal life for? She neve r fucked with you, by the way."

He laughed.

"She didn't. She definitely didn't but my ego…" He shrugged. "I still can't believe what she did to you."

"Unless you can tell me where that bitch is, I don't wanna talk no more." I sat up, wiping my hands.

This nigga trying to be buddy buddy was irritating me. He'd had all that mouth before and even came stomping into my event, being disrespectful to my fucking wife and charity, only to get his ass handed to him and me suspended from the first two upcoming games. So, nah, I wasn't in the mood to politic with this muthafucka like old friends.

"I might be able to. She ain't been right since Ananda got killed. She started doing that white girl heavy and then graduated, depending on how you look at it, to the pipe."

"What?" I frowned, finally intrigued by something this nigga had said.

"Yeah, she deep in that shit. I don' had our daughter for a while now, and I hired a lawyer to file for full custody." He shook his head. "I had to after I found Solene passed out on the couch while Novie sat crying for her to wake up because she was hungry."

I would've murdered that bitch had I seen that.

"How you find her ass? She ain't been home, and I'd been having niggas look for her so I could get Callen for a paternity testing." I spoke in past tense, not wanting this nigga to know I was currently hunting this bitch down because it would only be one reason why. And I didn't need my name coming up but for a few seconds and no more during her murder investigation.

"She hit me telling me to come to Vegas and see her dance. Gave me her address, too, but I doubt she still stay there. I don't know if she still there in Nevada period, but I pray for that little boy. Hopefully her mama keep him and don't give him back. My Novie wasn't so lucky."

"Mhm." I nodded, looking off and seeing Gina and Yolani coming toward me.

Yolani spotted Ross and tensed, but I shook my head subtly to say it was cool.

I'd been looking for Solene all over Greater Los Angeles; I needed to have my niggas hunt the next state over and where the dope heads lurked.