“No!” I screamed. “You wanna see chaos? This is what the fuck chaos look like.”
I was cryin’ hard now, sobbin’ so deep my whole body shook, my anger burnin’ out as fast as it flared. My knees buckled, and I dropped to the floor surrounded by broken shit and my own wreckage.
“Get the fuck out!” I yelled, my voice hoarse. “Get out!”
He stared at me like I slapped him. “This my shit too.”
“You might’ve bought this mansion!” I screamed back, pushin’ myself up, “but I turned this shit into a HOME. I put my heart in these walls, and I’m not doin’ this no more!”
He stepped toward me, softer now. “Toni, listen?—”
“No,” I said, backin’ away. “I’m done. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
I saw the moment he realized this was past savin’ for the night.
He set my phone down on the counter slow, like he ain’t wanna make another sound, grabbed his keys, and ain’t say another word.
The door closed behind him, and the silence that followed was louder than any argument we’d had.
My legs gave out.
I collapsed to the floor and cried until my chest hurt, until my head throbbed and until there was nothin’ left but exhaustion and the cold realization that somethin’ between us had finally snapped.
And I ain’t know if love alone was ever gonna be enough to put it back together.
I was slowly comin’ to terms with the fact that me and Kay’Lo needed to split for good.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
One week later…
The night was still young, but I was in the crib with these tender ass niggas, sittin’ in the game room like they wasn’t goin’ through some emotional bullshit behind women that had ‘em by the heart and the nuts at the same damn time. I leaned back in the chair with my drink in my hand, watchin’ Pressure shuffle the cards like he was thinkin’ way too hard about life and watchin’ Kay’Lo stare at the table like the cards might start talkin’ back to him if he looked long enough.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself ‘cause if you woulda told me years ago that these two would be the ones actin’ like this over women, I woulda called you a fuckin’ liar and told you to go touch grass.
Pressure used to be the nigga with the plan, the nigga with the calm face and the heavy moves, and Kay’Lo been unhinged since birth but even his ass usually kept it together better than this. Now look at ‘em.
Pluto and Toni had these niggas in they feelin’s real bad.
I took a sip of my brown and shook my head, smilin’ to myself ‘cause I lowkey loved them for it, even if I was gon’ clown them forever. Wasn’t nothin’ funnier than seein’ killers turn tender over women who know exactly how to talk to they souls. Pluto and Toni ain’t even have to raise they voice. They just look at ‘em a certain way and these niggas start fallin’ apart on the inside.
Pressure tossed a card down and looked up at me like he felt my thoughts. “What you laughin’ at?”
“Man,” I said, draggin’ it out while I leaned forward and picked up my cards, “I’m just thinkin’ how crazy life is. Two rich ass niggas, got the world in they pocket, and both of y’all sittin’ in here actin’ like y’all lost puppies.”
Kay’Lo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Nigga, shut up.”
I laughed louder this time. “See, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Soon as a nigga say the truth, here come the aggression.”
Pressure shook his head but I caught the corner of his mouth twitchin’. He knew I wasn’t lyin’.
See, the funny part is they only ever see me from they point of view. I’m always the one crackin’ jokes, always the one stirrin’ shit, always the one sayin’ what everybody thinkin’ but don’t wanna say out loud. They never hear what be goin’ on in my head, and if they did, they’d probably tell me I’m a menace to society.
I play my role though, ‘cause somebody gotta keep shit light.
Business been movin’ smooth, too. Me and Pressure been expandin’ the dispensaries, lockin’ down new spots, makin’ sure the weed out here stay top tier and untouched. On top of that,my other lane been jumpin’ crazy. When it come to guns, I don’t deal in no regular shit. I’m talkin’ high grade, military-level toys, the kind of shit you don’t even see unless you got the right connections and the right money. Niggas ain’t just buy from me. They came to me ‘cause they trusted me.
And the club was comin’. I already had the location scoped, the investors ready, and the vision clear. I wasn’t tryna work for nobody. I was buildin’ my own shit, just like my cousins, and it was about time I stepped out the shadow and let niggas see Renza for real.
