Chapter 117: Unexpected

BIG KAI

"Mama,"

"Who the hell is she?"

"Mama, wha....."

"Answer the damn question, boy!" she yelled, glaring at me.

I felt Shawty gripping my hand.

"Answer our mother, Kai." Imani chipped, adding to my fucking anger. I glared at her.

She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair proudly.

"I am talking to you, boy." Mama retorted, making me look at her.

She is still glaring at me.

I haven't seen her in years and here she is, pouring that familiar motherly rage on me like I did something fucking wrong.

"Can't you speak no more, boy?"

Without answering, I turned my head to my shawty and she looked at me. I comprehended the nervousness dancing on her face.

I held her arms gently, rubbing them slightly.

"Go upstairs."

She stared at me.

"I'mma join you pretty soon, okay?"

She looked at my mom.

I grabbed her chin gently.

"Shawty,"

She looked at me. I heard a scoff from Imani.

"You trust me right?" I asked, feeling the need to know.

Shawty nodded.

"Cool," I said, leaning closer and kissing her forehead.

"See you later," I said, letting go of her hand.

She looked between my mom and me before walking towards the stairs.

I put my hand in my pockets as I stared at her while she walked up the stairs.

Mama scoffed, making me look at her.

"So, what your sister told me was true," she said, making me move my eyes to Imani.

Imani folded her hands, staring at me with that fucking boldness I want so bad to smack off her face.

"You have a white tramp who bewitched you," Mama said.

"Uh huh." Imani supported.

I looked at her and gritted my teeth.

"I am so disappointed in you, boy," Mama said, making me look at her.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.

"Firstly, mama, the bitch behind you..."

Her face twitched.

So did Imani.

"Ain't ma fucking sister." I completed.

"What is that supposed to...... "

"Secondly," I chipped in, making her furrow her brows. "That will be the last time you call my girl a tramp."

Her face twitched as Imani scoffed and placed her hand on her hip.

"Wait, you're talking to our mother like that too?"

"MY mother, you fucking witch ass bitch." I snarled, making her scowl.

"Nathaniel!" Mama yelled.

I returned my eyes to her.

"What on earth has gotten into you?"

"I want her ass outta ma fucking house, right now!"

"That ain't gonna happen!" Mama snapped.

I scoffed, looking away as I worked on my fucking rage.

I'm gonna lose my shit pretty soon.

"Your sister is not leaving this house and that's on period," Mama said.

I looked at her.

She is glaring at me.

"It's ma motherfucking house."

"I don't give a damn."

I gritted my teeth.

"You don't do that to your only sibling."

"I have no siblings, Mama. I got cousins and one of em is dead cause of her fucking ass!" I yelled, glaring at Imani.

"That's not true, mama. It's that white bitch getting to his fucking head." Imani said.

"Caleb!" I called without glaring away from her.

She rolled her eyes.

"Who the fuck is....."

"Sir," Caleb called, cutting Mama off as he stood beside me.

"Get Imani outta ma before I kill her in front of my mama," I said while glaring at Imani.

"I said that's not happening, boy. Your ears ain't working right?" Mama asked as Imani smirked.

"I want her out of ma house goddamn it!" I yelled.

"Why?" she asked.

Imani raised her brows at me

"Her triflin' ass didn't tell you nothing?" I asked.

"Why don't you tell me instead?"

"Mama...." I paused, heaving a sigh. It is taking me a lot to calm myself right now.

"Stay out of this, mama. I fucking beg you." I said as calmly as I could.

She scoffed, moving her eyes to Caleb.

"Boy, what's your name again?" she asked.

"Caleb, ma'am."

"You know who I am, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Good. I want you to leave. This is a family issue."

"That bitch ain't ma family no more." I chipped in, glaring at Imani.

She scoffed, looking away.

"Leave, Caleb. Right now!" Mama yelled.

"Yes, ma'am," Caleb said and I sensed him walking away.

"Now, back to our business," Mama said, looking between Imani and me.

"You two have a seat and let's talk like family as always."

"Mama, if she doesn't leave this minute I'mma do something you and I would fucking regret." I snarled.

She furrowed her brows at me.

"Boy, what's your...."

"I promise you, mama." I retorted. "I ain't fucking kidding right now. I'm gonna shoot her brains right now if she doesn't leave."

"And I said, that is not....."

"It's okay, mama." The bitch chipped in, making Mama look at her.

"I will just go back to the hotel and...."

"Shut up, girl, and go upstairs to your room." Mama retorted.

I clenched my knuckles.

"Mama, please. He clearly doesn't...."

"You gonna do what I say you gonna, Imani." Mama retorted. "Go upstairs to your room."

Imani moved her eyes to me.

I glared at her.

"Go on, girl."

"Okay, mama," Imani said, looking my way again.

I kept glaring at her.

"Whatever you say" she added, smirking before heading towards the stairs.

Her clicking heels had never made my skin crawl like they are doing right now.

I attempted to take steps towards her but.....

"Take a seat, boy," Mama ordered, making me look at her.

She pointed at the couch.

"Now."

I looked back at Imani.

She looked my way, smirking as she walked up my fucking damn stairs.

"Nathaniel Luther Kincaid, I am talking to you, boy!"

I walked towards the couch and sat on it, looking away and tapping my feet on the floor to help calm my fucking anger.

Cause I am fucking pissed right now.

"What is going on with you?"

I didn't respond or look at her.

"Why are you acting like this to your own sister?"

"For the fucking last time, mama." I snarled. "That bitch ain't ma sister."

"Stop saying that," she whispered aloud. "That is not fair. What is wrong with you?"

I scoffed. "Not fair, mama?"

"Yes. That is not fair. Her father is the reason we are here today."

"Nah." I shook my head.

"Have you forgotten that?!"

"There ain't no such thing as what you just said," I said, making her face twitch.

"I made the fucking name, Kincaid. Me, mama. With ma fucking sweat, fucking blood and he'll ma fucking life, mama. Her father didn't do shit."

"He gave us a roof over our heads after your late father's family kicked us out on the damn streets," she said.

"I repaid him by making his fucking name what it is today," I said.

She stared at me.

"That's not even my real name. But I  wore it like it was. I repaid the dead man. So don't give me that crap about what her father did for us. It can't fucking erase what she fucking did to me!"

"What exactly did she do?"

"She didn't tell you?"

She heaved a sigh, placing her hands on her hips.

I scoffed. "Of course. Her triflin' ass didn't tell you nothing."

She stared at me.

"I haven't seen you in years, Mama. You didn't want to leave Africa to see your only child but the minute I kicked that witch outta my house, you fucking popped up. How you expect that shit to make me feel, huh?"

"I am on vacation, boy. I wanted to pay you a surprise visit but before I landed in the country, I got a call from her."

I scoffed, looking away. Yeah right.

"She told me you kicked her out because of some white girl."

I looked at her.

"Why on earth would you do that?"

I clenched my knuckles.

"Oh, I'm gonna kill that bitch."

"Nathaniel."

I got on my feet and took steps away from her.

"Nathaniel, what in God's name is wrong with you? Why would you want to kill your sister?"

"Stop calling that bitch my fucking sister!" I snapped.

"Watch your tone, boy."

I scoffed, looking away, and then stared at her.

"I'll tell you what she really did."

She stared at me.

"That stepdaughter bitch of yours lied to me about my kid's paternity."

Her face twitched.

"She made a motherfucking fake test result. She made me believe my kid wasn't mine."

She furrowed her brows.

"I killed Tyrell cause of her!" I yelled as my heart clenched.

She looked at me.

"Tyrell? As in Emmanuel's boy?"

"How many Tyrells you know, mama? He was my only cousin and fucking right-hand man."

"The hell was he even doing here in the first place?" she asked, making me freeze.

She gave me a questionable look.

I furrowed my brows. "The fuck?"

She raised her finger.

"You mean to tell me you let someone from that soulless family that kicked us out on the cold streets into this house?"

The hell is she on about?

"You even gave him a job? You made him work for you? How could you?"

"The hell you saying, mama?"

She scoffed.

"I just told you I killed his ass cause of that bitch upstairs and you are....."

"I don't bloody care, boy!" she snapped.

What the.....

She moved closer to me, staring at me with anger.

"I don't care about the misfortunes that happen to a soul in that wicked family. They should all die for all I care."

"Mama,"

"I said what I said!" She yelled.

I let out a breathless scoff.

"They maltreated us. Took everything your dad left for us and kicked us out. You almost died of the cold of it wasn't for your stepfather. He housed us, fed us, clothed us, and saw you through school."

I looked at her.

"And you had the fucking guts to kick his daughter out of your house. How could you, boy? I didn't raise you to be like this. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I nodded, lowering my gaze and looking at her.

"So, the part where I said she gave me a fucking fake paternity test didn't make it to your ears, did it?"

"That kid shouldn't have come into this world in the first place," she said, awakening the anger I am trying so hard to suppress.

"You know better than to give me a grandchild from a prostitute who is not even black."

I raised my brows. "You a racist, now?"

"Stop drifting from the point, boy. Your reasons for kicking your sister out of your house are not valid. Tyrell wasn't family and that kid wasn't supposed to be here. He is a mistake."

I gritted my teeth.

"Imani is not going anywhere. I am not going to allow that," she said.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't call me kid what you just called him."

She stared at me.

"Lastly, you might be ma mother but you got no fucking right to tell me what I finna do or can't do in my fucking house."

Her face twitched.

"It's late. I understand that shit. The witch leaves tomorrow. And I fucking mean it." I snarled.

She kept staring at me.

"I'm done with this fucked up conversation. Make yourself at home." I said, heading away.

"Nathaniel."

I walked up the stairs.

"I am not done with you."

I continued walking up the stairs.

"You are not kicking Imani out, boy. I mean that too." I heard her say as I walked along the hallway.

Fucking shit.

Imani, you manipulative witch-looking motherfucker.

She had to use my mama, huh?

She fucking crazy.

I'm gonna show her who's crazier.

Enjoy your fucking last night here because of my mother.

That fucking single superpower of yours will wear off.

I took my left, leading to my room.

Getting to my door, I reached to grab the doorknob but the door opened before I could, revealing Shawty, still in her white dress.

My heart relaxed pleasantly at the beautiful sight of her.