Insane 4 U 2

© 2023 All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited. Contents 1. Carmen Vasquez 2. Arquavious ‘Insane’ Price 3. Emmett Cooper 4. Bria Robinson 5. Efrem ‘Pee-Wee’ Jackson 6. Urick Fisher 7. Arquavious ‘Insane’ Price 8. Ramonte Bailey 9. Carmen Vasquez 10. Arquavious ‘Insane’ Price 11. Emmett Cooper 12. Urick Fisher 13. Arquavious ‘Insane’ Price 14. Carmen Vasquez 15. Emilia Vasquez 16. Arquavious ‘Insane’ Price 17. Carmen Vasquez 18. Efrem ‘Pee-Wee’ Jackson 19. Montana King 20. Carmen Vasquez 21. Emilia Vasquez Chapter 1 Carmen Vasquez “Oh, my God, Mommy! What’s taking Emmy so longggg? I have to pee,” my daughter whined with an annoyed look on her face as we stood outside my big cousin Emilia’s home, waiting for her to open the door. My ass probably should have called before coming over, but the way I saw it, I was just trying to pop up and surprise everyone. Now that I’d thought a little deeper into the shit, I knew damn well that I wouldn’t have liked it if somebody just popped their ass up at my house unannounced, especially on a weekend when a bitch loved to sleep in late. “Knock again. I asked you when we were at the airport if you needed to use the restroom, and you told me no,” I fussed at my daughter, who walked a little closer to the door, so she could knock once more. She banged on the door, aggressive as hell, causing me to laugh and move her ass out of the way. I knew Emilia. Her ass would be pissed the second she got to the door, saying that we were banging on the door like the damn police. With her living in a three-story townhome and being a little over seven months pregnant, I was sure she was just moving a little slower than usual. That’s probably why she was taking so long to come down. Even though I ran my ass away from Atlanta, wanting a new start in Miami, I’m not going to lie; it felt so damn good to be back in my stomping grounds. Atlanta is the city that raised and made me, so it will always be home for me, no matter the bipolar bond that I had with this city. The second I landed at the airport, I had an Uber come to pick me and my daughter up, and we were dropped off at my dad’s house. I even surprised him, and he was happy as hell to see me. My tough ass almost started crying when he opened the door and lifted me in his arms, telling me how much he missed me. My papi was my guy. When I lived in Atlanta, he and I would spend so much time together. His practice was about ten minutes away from the high rise that I used to live in, so there were many days when I would pull up on him during his break hours with food and just kick it with my favorite guy. He was a man, and you know how men loved to disconnect from their feelings and never really liked to show too much emotion. When I told my dad that I would be moving to Miami, he tried to act nonchalant about it, but the day I left, and he came to my mom’s house that morning to see me off, his ass was crying. We kept in touch, though, every single day. There wasn’t a day that we didn’t get at least five minutes with each other on the phone. I didn’t spend too much time at my dad’s house this morning because when I pulled up, he was actually on his way out the door, having to get a few things done at the office. He made me promise that I would meet him tonight for dinner, and I had every intention of meeting him because my mom’s birthday wasn’t until tomorrow, which was the main reason I’d come into town. My mom was at the spa right now, and I’d already called the spa and was told that she would be done with all her services at around two. So, that’s when I planned to pop up on her. I knew she would be happy as hell to see me. She was mad at me right now because when we spoke last night, she asked me if I would be coming into town for her birthday. I lied and said that I wasn’t able to get the days off from the club, and she was pissed because it wasn’t like me to miss one of her birthdays. My mom and I were like home girls, so when she celebrated her birthday, I would be right there in attendance with her and all her friends, drinking, partying, and talking shit with them. “Here she comes,” I announced, hearing movement from the other side of the door. It took a few seconds before the front door finally opened. Sofia didn’t waste any time coming from behind me and giving Emilia a quick one-armed hug before she zoomed off, headed for the bathroom. My baby knew her way around Emilia’s house because she’d stayed the night there plenty of times. And because my cousin was one of my favorite people in the world, I’d spent a lot of time there with my daughter, just kicking it with Emilia. So, for my baby, this was like home. “I want to beat her ass so bad for knocking on my door like that,” Emilia snapped, causing me to laugh. I knew she would do exactly that. I looked up at my cousin, taking in her beauty and admiring the glow that this pregnancy