“Nah, you were right to help him. I would have done the same even though I don’t like his ass. I’m just trying to remind you of who he is. A nigga getting ready to marry a girl like that is already fucked up and not for you.” I hunched my shoulders, meaning every word.
“I ain’t even know why he wanna marry a broad like that. Her mouth has seen a lot of dicks,” I said, and Kairi gasped, but I was only speaking the truth.
“And how you know that?” Pops appeared and questioned me.
I cleared my throat.
“Shit, I’ve heard,” I said with a shrug. He looked at me like I was full of shit and simpered.
“Why you over here stressing out my daughter?” he asked and gave her a hug.
“Why isshestressing me out with all this fucking makeup on her face?”
Again, I turned my eyes her way, something just not sitting right with me. Like she was using the makeup to conceal something she didn’t want me to know.
“I’m grown, Shakur! I’m not a little girl anymore. I can wear makeup if I want!”
Pops laughed at her yelling at me.
“What you gonna do if I snatch that fucking neck you rolling at me?” I threatened. She gasped.
“I will kick yo’ ass nigga, because the last time I checked, it was my nut that made this girl, not yours,” Pops said, instantly turning my stomach. Kairi giggled.
“Let me take my ass to work,” I said before walking out the door. I turned to look at my sister, making a mental note to find out what the fuck was really going on with her, and it better not be Havoc’s ass!
Ding!
I looked back at my masterpiece as I wiped my hand on the cloth, and then I went to see to the customer who had just come through the door.
I stepped out into the reception area to see a tall, light-skinned older nigga dressed like he was an extra inMen in Black. Just one look at him, and I could tell where he was from and who he was here to see.
“Oblique is in the back. I’ll get him for you.”
I’d been around long enough to recognize someone mixed up in The Society. He didn’t even have to tell me—I could smell it on him.
Like when I knew, even before my pops told me, that he was involved in it all too.
“Uh, actually, I am here for you,” the man said, surprising the fuck outta me. I arched a brow at him.
“Excuse you?”
I then laughed because it was clear that he had the wrong person.
Maybe because I came out of the side room, he thinks that I’m Oblique.
“I’m not mistaken, Shakur. I am here for you,” he said. I frowned, wondering how the fuck he knew my name because that wasn’t some shit he should know. Even though my pops worked for them, I never had, so this mothafucker shouldn’t just know my name, and he damn sure had no business coming to look for me.
I approached him and grabbed him by the collar.
“What the fuck did y’all do to my pops?”
Only he was fucking with them like that, so if they were looking for me, it could only be because of my dad.
The man shook his head.
“I can assure you that I’m not here because of your dad. He is fine.”
I stared into his eyes for a few seconds to see if he was telling me the truth, and then I released him because I didn’t know this nigga, and I wasn’t just going to take his word for it.
