He glares at me, "And you! Go wait fucking downstairs while I get the haul ready!"
"But the damn baby!"
"She isn't yours!"
The question isn't if she's fucking mine. I know that! The child is legit handicap taking pills.
I unintentionally grab my wrist. "Fine, whatever. I hope to God you do the right thing."
"Ironic coming from your black ass."
My ass... hurts. "I'm not yo nigga."
"I never said so..."
"Yo daughter did...," I look her up and down. "I'm guessing you got a new nigga to take care of the baby because the first was beating you stupid."
"hijo de puta..." she murmurs. "No sabes por lo que he pasado..."
"Stop talking in Spanish he doesn't understand--" speaks Jose, putting his arm in front of his daughter. "IRONIC!" she yells. I roll my eyes. Big attitude for such a small voice. Mokiri isn't like that. My girl got wit, passions. "¡Este maldito negro entra en nuestra maldita casa! ¡Él me dice qué hacer con mi hija!"
I cock my head back and blink. "I know I didn't just hear nigger... this." I jab my finger at the floor. "This shit... is foul—outlandish behavior. All that fucking blue ass makeup on got you trying to be one of us... oh wait—that's a bluebird."
"NIGGER!" she bolts at me. Jose hisses, "Qué demonios te pasa!"
"Mátalo papi, no me gusta como me habla!"
"Sit your ass down!" Jose demands. "Vete a la mierda de aquí! Take Simona with you!"
What a damn princess. "Bye Mahara..."
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Downstairs, Jose and I sit across from each other in the kitchen. "Listen to me good. My daughter is lonely. Personally, I beat her damn mother every night and I told her... if she had the wits about her she would do wise to learn." He has a stack of money in his hold. He give me twenty. "My ex wife is La Dama Falsa, you heard of her?"
"No."
"I just grab a monkey of the street and did shit to her. One ate a daughter of mine; guess you call that revenge."
I sigh, "A nigga or other?"
"When I say monkey, I mean white people. You know what the difference is?"
"no."
"One got stripes." he says bluntly. "I don't like white people. I don't like how they look; I hate how they smell; I hate the color of they hair. I hate when they smile." he tossed fifty on the table. "I'm just racist so I brought a monkey in my house."
"Why?"
"Just because I'm tired of being told go back to Africa but I'm Mexican. I'm tired of being told to speak English when it ain't my tongue. I hate a monkey telling me burrito, burrito, when they want to be funny. But that's not the fucking topic now." He slams two twenty dollars on the table.
Jose is pretty dark skin. I'm afraid to ask if he's mixed or other. "What's the money for?"
"I need you to do the following things for me." he puts out three fingers on his left hand. He puts down one, "I need you to go to Bowmen Street. Talk to Silvio Godinez at Hell on the Ground."
"What's that?" I lean back in my chair. "Puppy mill."
"Puppy mill? You mean off breed dogs."
"I'm not done." he raises a finger. "So..." he puts down a second finger. "I need you to take what you get from the market--"
"Market?" No... no... not again. "You're going to take the dog and put him in a storage unit. In the storage unit is a puppet--"
"PUT THE DOG IN A PUPPET?" I exasperate.
"Listen!" he put down the third finger. "I need you to break out my dog Rahill, Chickie's husband."
"What the fuck..."
"It's easy. If you do it, she'll like you again."
"I don't give a fuck!"
"Ok, how about you get to fuck my daughter--"
"Did I say something in gibberish?"
"English ain't my first language no way."
"You just asked me to haul around a werewolf."
"I'll give you the damn charm. Don't worry." he waves his hand. "Rahill is a werewolf. Chickie loves fur."
Lord have mercy on my soul. He wants me to skin a nigga. Jose beats the table. "no, I don't. Listen again, Chickie loves dogs. My daughter is a dumb bitch."
"She's a vampire..."
His eyes flutter, "So like I said! She's a vampire fucking with dogs. What I mean by this is my dog sold me out." This is none of my business. "It is because you in the body of his damn cousin."
Fuck me.
"Ian ain't shit. My family sorry as fuck and I made a foolish ass bet to get back in the church. I had it! I had it all. My daughter fucked a beast to betray me. My wife kicked me out my own damn house. I was having orgies! I had a nest of hoes!"
Ok.
"They stole from me. If you kill Chickie in the process that's a bonus." he clasps his fingers together. "That's yo daughter tho..."
"I don't give a fuck! She's stupid."
What am I about to agree to?