Free Gangsta Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page B

own at my granny’s house. She done told me if I brought another crumb-snatcher in her house she was putting me out. Sorry, girl. I can’t help you on this one.”
    â€œFuck. I need to get better friends.” I push myself up out of the chair and shuffle to the refrigerator and pull out the grape Kool-Aid. Some niggas need coffee or a cold beer to start their day. For me, this is the shit that gets me gassed up in the morning. This . . . and a Hot Pocket. “You want one?” I ask Lil Bit, holding up the box.
    She shakes her head. “Nah. I’m good.”
    â€œSuit yourself.” I pour a glass and then throw my breakfast into the microwave.
    â€œSo what did you tell your brother this morning?” Lil Bit presses. “After he spotted the clothes, you had to tell him something.”
    I lean against the counter and cross my arms. “I ain’t got to do shit. He ain’t my fuckin’ daddy.”
    The second I say that shit, Nookie’s new bitch screams out with another throaty orgasm.
    My face heats. The crippled muthafucka never cared about embarrassing me in front of my friends. For most of my life, they were subjected to listening to the sex moans coming from his bedroom as much as Charlie and I were.
    â€œSpeaking of daddy, I’m not telling his ass shit, either,” I amend my comment.
    Lil Bit shakes her head. “You know, I’m always amazed that your father never suffers from lockjaw. I’ve never heard of anyone eating as much pussy as he does.”
    â€œAt least we know how he got his name.”
    Lil Bit laughs and I can’t help but join her on that shit.
    KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
    â€œBe back,” I tell Lil Bit and go answer the door. Now that the baby has stopped screaming, my nerves are settling down. I open the front door to see Tombstone’s current flame and baby momma GG standing on the other side.
    She flashes me a quick smile. “Hey, Qiana, girl. Is your brother home?”
    â€œNah. He’s out handlin’ some business for Bishop,” I tell her.
    â€œBusiness for Bishop or Lucifer?” she asks, unable to keep her jealousy in check.
    We all know that my brother has been feeling Lucifer for a long time. “He said Bishop.”
    â€œHumph.” GG settles a hand on her thick hips and glances down Ruby Cove. “I saw one missed call from him on my cell phone, but now when I call him he’s not pickin’ up. Do you know if he’s comin’ right back?”
    I shrug. “Anything is possible, I guess.”
    â€œMind if I come in and wait for him?”
    Sighing, I step back from the door. “Come on in.”
    â€œThanks, girl.” GG pulls open the screen door and enters the house.
    Now I don’t have a problem with GG. She’s cool people. And she turns plenty of niggas’ heads despite carrying more than two hundred pounds on her frame. The weight is where it counts: tits and ass. Compared to all the trifling hoes Charlie used to deal with, GG is my favorite. She has never said anything out of pocket to me and checks my brother when his brotherly teasing goes too far.
    â€œHey, Lil Bit. Y’all girls just hanging out?” she asks, walking into the kitchen.
    â€œOh, hey.” Lil Bit glances up from the baby and smiles.
    â€œAww.You brought over . . .” She stops and frowns at the baby. Undoubtedly she doesn’t recognize the child as one of Lil Bit’s kids.
    â€œOh. He’s not mine,” Lil Bit answers.
    â€œAh. Thank goodness. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me,” GG laughs.
    I, on the other hand, want to slap the taste out my girl’s mouth. How many times have I told her to never answer a question that hasn’t been asked?
    GG bounces her head and grins at the suckling baby. “You two are babysitting?”
    â€œSomething like that,” I tell her and then shuffle over to the microwave just as the timer beeps.