After hours of driving, and talking to a doctor about my ribs, which there was nothing he could do, I arrived at my home in Sacramento. Bev, looking like a fine ass Toni Braxton, ran out the house, screaming, as I approached the door.
“Leo, something’s wrong with your son. He’s beating Sam with a bat.” She said before I shoveled her into the bushes. I walked into the hallway and saw my son, who was light skinned with peach fuzz on his face and an angry puppy look on his face. It’s almost cute, if he wasn’t holding a baseball bat over Bev’s fake ass Kobe Bryant looking boyfriend jacked up leg.
Junior looked at me confused and guilty as I asked him, “Did you hit him with that bat?”
He looked at me as if he was betrayed. “He hit me and I thought you said I could—”
“I did! I did!” I nodded with pleasure and approval. I handed him the remainder of Redhead’s money. “Go get a honey and do what you do, son.” He gave me a bear hug, which hurt like hell, but I loved it. I thought I’d never hug him again.
Sam stood up as Junior ran out the door. “Look,” he said, “we’re both men here, okay?”
“Okay.” I gave him a straight jab to his nose, causing him to go two steps back. I ran in, throwing another punch, but he caught it, twisting my arm behind me. Then kneed me in the chest, causing me to scream Blood Mary, and threw me into the kitchen on my stomach. All the while, you could hear Bev begging me to stop fighting him. Please notice she told ME to stop and not HIM.
As I struggled to get up, he said, “I’m trying not to hurt you too bad. But you are going to have to help me help you.” Fuck him! I grabbed a knife from the counter, which he only kicked it away then roundhouse kicked me out the glass sliding door. I was bleed, again, and dizzy and disoriented because of the pain. I couldn’t even scream any more, I just whimpered. But I tried to tolerate the pain and dizziness. As I tried to get to my feet, I noticed my pit bull, Patron, chewing through his rope. Sam kicked my chest and pointed a gun to my head. “You know, Leo, maybe you son doesn’t need you as a dad.”
“Patron! Sick him boy.” Patron, finally getting the rope chewed off, attacked Sam. Sam fired a shot, which missed Patron, as I kicked Sam in the balls. As he favored his balls, Patron mulled him. The two rolled around wrestling: Sam pushing and punching, Patron biting and clawing. Sam tried to stand to his feet to use his height as an advantage, but he tripped over the water hoes, knocked over a table, with a plugged in stereo on it, into our pool. Seconds later, he and Patron fell in, electrocuting and killing both of them.
Bev ran out screaming, “Fucking Leo! What the hell did you do to him?” Once she realized he’d been electrocuted to death, she screamed and cried. I stood to my feet as she approached me saying, “Are you fucking happy asshole?”
I slapped her so hard so was off her feet and landed on her shoulder. “Yeah, I’m good now.”
After I cleaned myself up, and agreeing to a divorce with Bev, I drove a few blocks to another woman’s house. She opened the door, revealing every ounce of her sexy 290 lb chocolaty, deliciousness and wearing nothing—but three glasses and a bottle of Patron.
“Three glasses?” I asked. She opened the door further and there was her twin sister, just as sexy and just as nude! Ummm, yeahhhhhhh manye, you already know! I know my ribs are broke, but FUCK IT!
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