Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 Read Free

right now.”
    “I swear, they’re the girl versions of us.”
    “Yea they are, let me go get Ahleya and spend some time with her.”
    “Yea, Imma go get Kenyah from my mom too. You wanna take them somewhere?”
    “Yea, you can just meet me at the park around the corner and we’ll take them on a walk, like some damn soccer moms or some shit,” I said chuckling.
    “Bet,” he said. getting up and grabbing his keys.
    I walked up to my mom’s door and let myself in with the key I had. I walked in the kitchen because I smelled food being made. I walked into the kitchen and Ahleya was sitting in her high chair eating yogurt bites; as soon as she saw me, she started bouncing up and down and clapping her hands. I walked over to her and picked her up, giving her a big kiss. She grabbed my face and started kissing me while screaming at the same time, which is something she had been doing a lot lately, the funniest thing I had ever seen.
    “Hey Mama,” I said to my mom.
    “Hey baby, how’s Rayna and Gena doing?” she said, kissing me on my cheek and handing me a piece of chicken.
    “They’re doing a lot better, they’ll probably be home within the next few days.”
    “Well, that’s good to hear. I made all this food and I’m gonna take them a plate later.” I walked over to the pots to see what was in them while Ahleya tried to grab my chicken wing. I peeled off a piece of chicken and chewed it up for her, like Rayna showed me a couple weeks ago. I thought it was disgusting at first but Ahleya loved it, so whatever makes her happy makes me happy.
    “Mama, I’m finna have Slick meet me here so we can let the girls play with each other.
    “Nigga, ya’ll just tryna eat.”
    “Yea, you can say that too,” I said, chuckling and sending Slick a text letting him know that my mom was cooking, and to meet me there.

Chapter 3:
    Gena:
    “ Ms. Houston, you have a visitor by the name of Kaleb King,” my CNA told me. Since we had woken up, Ace and Slick had directed them to let us know who was entering our room before they let them through for safety reasons; with some extra bucks included for the head of nursing, they made it happen. I looked at Rayna, who was looking at me like who tf is that .
    “Let him in please, thank you.” I looked at Rayna “You know the nigga I told you I had met at the club?”
    “Ohhhhh shit, oh okay,” Rayna said, turning her attention back to the television.
    Kay walked in the door looking so fucking cute wearing some Nike sweat pants, a white tee, his white Jordan 11’s, and a gold Rolex. He looked like he was fresh out of a barber’s chair with the sides cut low by his temples, and his low curly hair at the top of his head.
    “Wassup, Yolk head ass girl,” he said with a smile.
    “Shut the fuck up, Mexican,” she said laughing.
    “Now you know a nigga get offended about that shit right there. I’m Puerto Rican and nigga.”
    “So nigga is a race now, huh?”
    “Damn right,” he said, getting closer to me. “Gimme a hug girl,” he said, sitting on my bed. I sat up and hugged him, taking in his scent; he always smelled like he was fresh out of the shower, and I love that about a man.
    “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, nigga,” he said, fake crying.
    “Shut up punk, and I won’t.”
    “Oh Kay, this is my best friend Rayna. Unfortunately, she got shot the same day I got into my accident, but we both pulled through thankfully. Rayna, this is my male best friend, Kaleb King.” 
    “Why does that name sound so familiar?” she said, looking like she was deep in thought.
    “I don’t know but when you figure it out let me know,” I said, chuckling.
    “Shut up heffa,” she said, chuckling and returning to watching her TV.
    “So Kaleb, to what do I owe this visit?”
    “I just wanted to come see how you were doing. I was here before you woke up so I was just coming back to see you, and I see yo damn head still big as fuck, so I guess you’re doing just