“He said that he misses his mother and wishes to connect with her along with his nephew. I do hope they can make things work. That’s all he vents about when we are not talking about my problems.”
My Mama smiled. I still wasn’t convinced, and I would never trust that nigga. But for her, I won’t kill him now and make the shit so obvious. But I can’t tell her what Hov is going to do. He always said if he saw his uncle again, he would blow his head off. I believed the nigga too. Hov didn’t threaten any nigga he didn’t eventually touch, but we will see.
My Mama went back into the living room to laugh and talk with that nigga, and I waited around until he left around 5:30 before I drove the charger back to my spot. When I parked in the designated parking spot everyone knew not to touch, I noticed there was a tan and black Maybach parked across the street.
That car was the kind that Hov always said he wanted, and the longer I stared, the better I noticed that it was that nigga’s big ass shadow peaking through the tint. What kind of time was he on?
I grabbed my gun and sat it in my lap, watching his car like a stakeout until the driver's door opened and the line shined down on him. I could see that Ciara was sitting in the passenger seat, and because she was with him, I knew now that this nigga wasn’t about to be on any murder shit.
“What’s up?” I got out of the car, greeting him in the middle of the dimly lit street, with little traffic.
Hov looked at me with them cold, dark eyes before turning his focus back to the street where his car was parked. I could tell he was on alert because of her. This nigga usually never chilled out because he was always watching his surroundings, now I see he has to watch his and hers. That’s how I know it has to be stressful to love a bitch that much.
"I'm going to be real with you, bruh. It's hard to be here right now, because I made up my mind a long time ago that I didn't fuck with you like that."
"I knew that before you came. So why are you here?"
"I'm here because my wife told me I should come and give you a proper thanks for what you did back at the courthouse earlier today."
"How did she know that was me?" I know there was tension in my voice because I didn't like to hear that shit. Me and Hov always said we would never pillow talk with females. Pillow talking is what gets a lot of niggas locked up or killed these days. Bitches gossip too much and tell things gangsters know not to mention.
"Nigga relax. I tell my wife everything, and she repeats nothing. You don't have to worry about that shit moving past her lips. But she told me I should thank you and be more reasonable about our falling out since you just made my battle in the courtroom a little easier." He gave a slight shrug and I did too.
"But I also think that Ciara doesn't want us beefing over some old pussy that she feels shouldn't matter anymore."
"She's right. I hate that bitch Cashmier, and I'm sure you feel the same way."
He gave a quiet laugh through his nose.
"What I have for Cashmier is past hate. I wouldn't piss on that bitch if she was on fire. So nah, I'm not beefing with you because of her. There is no beef between us, period. If there was, you would be dead already."
"Same on my end, and what I did to that Kairo nigga earlier was to give you a body to show my sorrow. If you were some other nigga, I wouldn't give a fuck if you were so mad at me that you were foaming at the fuckin mouth, but you are different. You been my boy and that shit won’t change no matter how you feel about me."
I hated to sound like a soft, sensitive ass nigga, but not being tight with my day one nigga was riding heavily on me. Especially since the shit wasn't worth it in the end. We been friends for almost twenty years and I'm never too gangsta to admit I love this nigga to death. He is my best friend and my brother.
"What I wanted to address with you is that nothing can ever go back to how it was with me and you because I'm a different man now, and you're the same Crew you've always been."
“What the fuck does that mean? I squinted my eyes because I was confused. Hov dropped his head.
"It means I've matured while you're still worried about fucking bitches and simply getting paper. Don't get me wrong, the paper is still a top priority, but I don't want it so bad anymore that I'll die about that shit. Because if I die about it, then thatmeans that I loved it more than my wife, who I would be leaving behind. You see, Crew, it was okay for us to be reckless all those years in the past because other than for the love of money, living didn’t fucking matter to us. We didn’t give a fuck whether we lived or we died as long as we balled."
Hov finally looked in my eyes in the heat of his lecture.
"Crew, you have to give a fuck about something one day or all that background bullshit is going to be why you are in jail or in the fuckin ground."
"Don't speak that shit over me nigga. I'm very aware of what the fuck I do and how I do it. You tell me all the time I’m the best at killing niggas and having my way around the city. So why change now? Because you got married?"
"Nah, because you are more reckless these days than you ever been, and it’s good for your business, but bad for you in the long run nigga. You just shot up the steps of the courthouse on the back of a fucking bike in your killing jacket like it was nothing."
I don't know why, but that shit made me chuckle. He called it a killing jacket.
"But I'm serious nigga. I can't be around niggas who have nothing to lose because then I'll lose it all."
"Hov what the fuck are you talking about? I got shit to lose; nigga I got family too."
"Not like the family I got. When you get a wife of your own, you will see that you could take a much bigger loss than just some family. With Ciara pregnant now, I."
"Ciara pregnant, since when?"
