Pointe of No Return: Giving You All I Got by Nako Page A

one the founding fathers of The Underworld. In the streets, that was big shit.
    “I’m serious,” he told her.
    Demi didn’t want to talk about that so she fanned him away. “Okay, I got you, you’re that n igga, ” she said in a Clueless tone that only she could use, and Papa thought it was the sexiest thing ever.
    Papa knew he couldn’t keep being around her in these sports bras and panties without bending her lil ass over. Demi told him it was his whenever he was ready, but Papa knew she was just caught up in the moment and talking shit.
    “Let me go, the sooner I leave the quicker I can get back,” he said.
    Demi chucked him the deuces and went back to icing her knee and nursing her toe.
    Papa checked his surroundings before hopping in his truck. No one knew where he stayed, but he would never be caught slipping. The first day he thought shit was cool would be the day he got caught up. Papa returned a call since he was away from Demi.
    “Why do you keep calling me?” was the first thing he said once the girl answered the phone.
    Papa didn’t do that blowing my phone up shit. Whether he was laid up with Demi or not, he didn’t like aggravating females.
    “Why haven’t you been answering?” Mocha asked.
    “What do you want?” He ignored her question and asked one of his own.
    “Papa, what’s up with you?” she whined into the phone.
    He used to think her voice was so sexy, he didn’t know when that changed.  Oh yeah he did, that night in the Hamptons when he met Demi Westbrook.
    Papa wasn’t stunting Mocha’s gold digging ass. He knew the only reason she was calling was to see why she hadn’t seen him in the strip club. It was no secret that Papa damn near paid all her bills and made sure she had no worries.
    “Been busy. You know how that shit go,” he told her.
    Mocha smacked her lips. “I wanna see you, I miss you.”
    Papa rolled his eyes. “I’ll fall through,” he said, anything to get her ass off the phone.
    “When, Papa?” she asked, knowing he was lying.
    “You’ll hear the knock,” he said and hung the phone up.
    Mocha was a good piece of pussy and she knew it. She wanted nothing from Papa, but dick and a few bands once the night came to an end. She didn’t know his first or last name and didn’t care to know it.
    Papa made his way to the hood to pick up food for him and Demi. He wasn’t really sure why he stopped at the gas station to get a pack of Magnums, but he did anyway, just in case.
    Once he made it back in, he called Demi downstairs so they could eat.
    “You wanna use my phone to call your folks?” he asked her for the third time.
    Demi told him, “No thank you.” She pulled the contents from the container and made her a hefty helping of food. Demi was famished and planned on cleaning her plate and licking her fingers afterwards.
    “It’s about to rain,” Papa told her, with his mouth full of food.
    “Does it kill you to swallow your food before speaking?” she asked. Papa opened his mouth and Demi cringed at the sight.
    “Papa!” She covered her eyes as he erupted into laughter. “Not funny,” she said throwing a chicken wing at him.
    “Aye, it’s niggas starving, don’t be throwing no food,” he scolded.
    Demi ignored him and continued eating. “What’s that?” she asked, eying the gold package peeking from the brown paper bag.
    “Condoms,” he told her. Papa would never lie or play her. Demi didn’t deserve that from him.
    “For whom?” she questioned. Demi wondered when the time would come, but she stopped expecting it. In the meantime she enjoyed his company, but she made it obvious that whenever he wanted it, he could have it. In her heart Demi felt like she was more than ready.
    “Apparently me, I’m the one with the dick,” he said.
    “Yes of course. But are they for us or for someone else?” she asked, not knowing if she could handle whatever answer he threw at her.
    “Ain’t nobody else,” he told her, reassuringly.
    “You