**CELINA IN THE MM**

PROD

"Heaven, quit screaming, damn." I snap at her. I hate that screaming shit. "Damion don't kill my dad!" she cries. "Fuck yo dad!" he yells. I laugh. "Look... I'm telling you now, gone head and kill me cause if you don't, you gone regret it. Shit, you gone regret it even if you do. Yo auntie a rider." I say, grinning. Zaya would kill half of the planet over me if she had to.

"My auntie wouldn't choose you over me." he snarls, chuckling. "Try it and find out." I nonchalantly say. "For real tho, Heaven, you gone get yo daddy to come try to kill me? Do you not know who I am?" he yells. I fall out laughing. "A wanna be thug ass, pussy ass, fuck nigga." I say.

He slaps me in my mouth with his gun. "Shut up!" he yells. "Heaven, shut up with that crying cause you next! I don't want no fucking baby by yo nagging ass!" he yells.

I grin at him, then spit my blood out on his shoes. "I'm bored. Can you at least cut on the TV while you decide on whether or not you gone squeeze the trigger?" I ask. "Oh, and bring me oreos and milk while you at it." I add.

"Nigga, do you not feel this gun against yo head?" he yells. "Uhh... yeah, I actually do. I feel the presence of a pussy nigga too." I say, chuckling.

He glares dead at me. "Dad, stop talking." she cries. "Daddy ain't ever been no punk. Shut up or kill me. A nigga got to die some day." I say, shrugging my shoulders. I live for the day, not tomorrow. Every morning I wake up expecting to die the next day. That's just what comes with my lifestyle.

"Damion, put it down!" I hear Zaya snap behind me. "Didn't I tell you stay at home? You pregnant!" I yell at her. He points his other gun at her. "Auntie, on everything I'll kill you and that baby too." he says. "I wish you would." I threaten. Play time over now; he talkin' about my lady and my unborn.

"Oh, really?  You think I'm afraid of you? Boy, you ain't finna do squat! You can play hard with somebody who barely know you, but boy I've known you for your whole life! Hell, I helped raise you. You were sheltered growing up! You don't know nothing about the streets! What, you feel like a man cause you got yo guns? Well, you ain't! So, put em down, cause you ain't gonna use em!" Zaya snaps.

I watch tears roll down onto Damion's gun. His hand starts shaking as his tears start flowing heavier. I fall out laughing. This is pure comedy. "Quit the water works, the hell is this, Niagara Falls? You killin' me or nah?" I ask, shrugging.

He drops it. I start laughing, then pick both of his guns up. I aim them and start bustin' at him. "Told yo bitch ass handle it or get handled, fuck ya mean?" I ask, laughing as I shoot him.

I dial the police number on his phone and throw it at him "And I double dare you to snitch." I say, then walk out with his guns.

Zaya follows me out. "She staying, huh?" I ask. She doesn't say anything. I pull off. "You mad at me?" I ask. She ignores me again. I sigh.  "I know that's yo nephew... but he was tryin' to kill me then he threatened to kill Heaven stupid ass... I don't even know why she helping his ass, then he went too far threatening to kill you and my unborn. You know I ain't with that." I say. She sighs.  "I ain't mad at you. I'm mad at him. He didn't used to be like that. I remember when he'd cry if he didn't get to see me, now he threatened to take my life. That's all." she says. I reach over and rub her stomach. "Calm down. Don't stress my baby." I say. She sighs and nods her head. "Wanna go see Celina?" I ask. I finally met her about a month and a half ago. Tylinn moved to Orange County. Celina didn't wanna move in with us and that's fine. She grew up with Ty so I'm cool with it until she get ready.  "We can." she says, smiling.

We just pulled up to Tylinn's house. That drive was long as hell. I shake Zaya. She sits up. "Huh?" she asks. "We here." I say. She rubs her eyes. I get out and open her door. I help her out. "I'm not that big yet." she says, giggling. I laugh and wrap my arms around her waist from behind. I kiss her neck. "Just making sure my baby good." I say. She chuckles.  I kiss her ear. We walk to the door. She rings the doorbell.

A fine ass maid comes to the door. She ain't got nothing on my baby but she still sexy. She brown skinned with medium length hair with blonde ends, plump lips, and big, hazel eyes. I step back off of Zaya so she can't feel my erection. Ol girl staring at me hard as hell.

"You gone let us in or nah?" Zaya asks. "Oh, I'm sorry.  Come in." she says  Zaya walks in. I walk in. Ol girl brushes her ass against my dıck then grins. "Excuse me." she says, switching ahead of me.

I blow. No more fuck ups. I promised myself I wouldn't cheat.  I walk upstairs to the bathroom. I pull my boxers down. "Crap..." I mumble. I grab some tissue and wipe the pre nut off my dıck. I sit down and start thinking about elephant sex. I look down. Yes, it finally went down.

I get up and wash my hands. I step out and blow. "Why the hell you standing by the door like that?" I ask, looking at her funny. "I'm Sade. You are so handsome." she says, chewing her lip. My mind telling me no, but the brain in my boxers screaming "Hell yeah!" Temptation is a bitch.

"Move out my way." I say, trying to walk off. She pushes me back on the wall then pulls her shirt up. "Don't you want to touch them? They're perfect, don't you think?" she seductively asks. I sigh, staring. "Naw." I lie. She chuckles. "Don't front. The look in your eyes says otherwise." she says. "Get out my face." I say. She pulls her pants down and grabs my hand. She puts my finger in her wet půssy. Fuck!

She starts moving my finger in and out. She stops. I start doing it on my own. "See... I knew you wanted it." she says. Is Zaya testing me to see what I'll do again? Oh, hell naw, I ain't finna be caught lackin. I push my nail in her lips down there. She screams in pain.  I laugh. "Bitch, I ain't losing my lady over you. Never." I say, then walk back into the restroom. I wash the blood off my finger then walk downstairs.

"Hey Célina" I say. She looks away from Zaya and smiles. "Hey, Prod." she says. A guilty look flashes across Zaya's face. The only reason Celina won't call me dad yet is because Zaya never let me be one to her until now. It be hurting me but I understand why.

"Wassup? What yall doing?" I ask. "Nothing, trying to show mom how I want her to do my hair. Come sit with us." she says.  I smile and sit next to Celina. "You like this?" she asks. "Yeah. It's cool." I say. Sade walks in and mugs me. "Why you looking at my daddy? Uugh, tramp go suck my uncle up or something." Celina screams at her.

Well, damn. My daughter act just like Zaya. I thought she was shy and quiet. "Sorry about that, guys. I hate her. She tries to have sex with married  guys just to fight the wives." she says. I shake my head. "Prod, let me talk to you." Zaya says.

I follow her upstairs. "Huh?" I ask. "Well... did you fuck her?" she asks. "No." I say. I grab her hand. "She came on to me and put my hand in her puşsy. I cut it with my nail and walked out. Baby, I'm sorry for letting her get that close to me. I'm trying to change, just give me credit for that." I say. She stands on her tip toes and kisses me. I kiss her back, putting my tongue in her mouth. I go from her mouth to her neck then grip her ašs. "I love you and you only. I'm trying. I don't wanna lose you over hoes." I say. She kisses my lips. "Love you too." she says. I grab her hand. Sade eyes us as we walk downstairs.

"Celina, come ride with me." I say. "No, I wanna stay with mom so she can do my hair." she says. "Fine. You need anything?" I ask. "Yes. Bring me back some feminine stuff and Tylenol." she says. Zaya laughs. I scrunch my nose up. "Aw hell naw... whatever, okay. Anything else?" I ask. "Yeah, a box of Sprite and some skittles." Zaya says. "Got it." I say, walking to the door.

"Damn." I say, sitting at the red light. A car running the light just popped the shit out of another car. "Fuck!" I yell as a truck flips on top of my car. The windows busted and the wheel of the truck is right in front of my nose. "Get out of the car, sir!" a lady frantically screams, banging the door. I'm dazed as hell. The door ain't opening up.  I climb over and push myself out of the window.  An officer rushes over to me, asking me a million questions. I'm too out of it to think straight right now.

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