“That’s a bet. Wait on me, young blood.” The call was disconnected right after.
I got online and ordered a pizza with some wings from Domino’s. Cheyonne and her lean cuisine wasn’t gon’ have me up in here starving and if the muthafucka couldn’t eat red sauce, whoopty-doo. It wasn’t ‘bout to stop shit this way.
Back in the living room, I took a seat on the couch and turned on the tv. It was a new day, and I needed to check in with Twenty-One. I told them I’d hit them after I met with Zeus, but I needed a distraction to keep me off Brat ass. Ace line was hit and that fool answered immediately.
“What it do foo?”
“Not shit. I got my folk getting ready to slide through and hit me with a number. Once that shit over, I’m out this muthafucka and headed to the Peaks. Where them niggas at?” I wanted to make sure Hulk and TJ weren’t too far. With Hulk damn near killing the security guard, ain’t no telling where his mindset was at.
“They over there shooting pool. Aye, I thought you said we was supposed to give ole girl twenty bands.”
“I did. What the fuck is the problem?” I inquired. That caused me to sit the fuck up ‘cause I hated a bitch that tried to get over on me.
“Why she come in here saying you upped the payout to fifty bands? I threw them twenty racks in her face and told that bitch to hit the door. Talkin’ ‘bout if we don’t give her the fifty bands, she was gon’ talk. I told that hoe to think twice.”
“Don’t chance shit. Go handle that dumb bitch and get our shit back. Do it today and do it quietly. And Ace, make sure Hulk stay in line,” I voiced.
“He been quiet since we got back from the Springs. I think he shook up by that shit. You want to speak to him?”
“Yeah, let me see what he on.”
It was shuffling and small talk before Hulk came through with, “Wassup Black?”
“Talk to me. Where yo’ mental at nigga?” I really didn’t give a fuck for real, but this was a nigga I ran with on a daily. I couldn’t have him on edge.
“I’m straight. When you heading this way? Yo’ broad on bullshit,” he answered changing the subject quick.
“Ace gon’ handle her. I need y’all to roll with him and have his back. I’m meeting with the buyer in a few minutes then after that I’m finding a way up out this bitch.”
“Where you at? We’ll come scoop you,” he offered.
I was far from a fool. Telling them niggas everything and how I moved was never my style. I trusted them as far as I could throw them, and that shit wasn’t far at all. Keeping some shit to myself was how I managed to get us out of all the bullshit we participated in or started.
“Nah, y’all boys stay put. I’ll be there, just give me time,” I reassured him.
“You got it. I gave yo’ cut to Mama Dele. You know she ‘bout to blow through that shit, right?”
“I’m knowing, but I ain’t tripping. I’m coming home with more she won’t ever see or touch. Stay safe, and I’ll see you when I see you.” I hit the red button and dropped the phone on the table.
Kiera was ‘bout to lose her life over greed and I felt no remorse for the hoe. What we agreed upon was just that. Using our situationship to get more from the gang was insanity. They knew better than to ever believe I told a bitch anything other than open the fuck up and suck my dick. She was bold to hit them niggas with some shit like that.
A little time went by before there was a knock at the door. “’Bout fuckin’ time. My stomach touching my back,” I said pushing up off the couch then sprinting to the front door.
Opening it, the lil’ white girl put on a smile asking, “Black?”
“Yeah, that’s me. ‘Preciate it.” I took the food from her and slammed the door shut. I was back on the sofa divulging in a steaming hot pizza with the wings to match. I was satisfied. I couldn’t even finish a slice good before my phone was going off again. “I mean, goddamn!” Looking at the screen, I saw it was Zeus. He was finally here and ready to do business. “Yo,” I answered.
“What’s the code, young blood?”
“Pound 1303. The crib pushed to the back, so you’ll see more driveway before anything.”
“Bet.” The call disconnected and I went back to feeding my face. It ain’t make no sense how bomb that pizza was. I could’ve really swallowed the whole pie if I was being honest.
“Black, who’s that at the door?” I looked to my left where Brat’s voice was coming from, and it seemed closer than usual. I crossed the room and peeped my head out to see why. This muthafucka was coming down on her crutch.
Rushing over to her, I took the steps two at a time to get to her. Her ass buckled this morning getting out the bed, so I knew her weak ass wasn’t supposed to be doing no shit like this. “What the hell you doing, Brat?” I questioned her with annoyance.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I guided her down to the main floor. It was crazy how this woman melted into my frame. I applauded her for her height lowkey. I was coming in at a strong six-foot four inches so looking down at her was a given, but it wasn’t like I had to bend down to hear what shawty was talking ‘bout.
