“Wifey P.”
She laughed as I hugged her waist and kissed her on the cheek.
“It’s still Pretty P until we tie the knot. I want to hear Wifey when it’s official.”
“You're right. I got you.”
I kissed her on her lips.
This condo’s kitchen had a large center island where we ate breakfast together. Amira had her own seat, but she chose to sit in my lap to eat her food. Those visits her mama brought her during my whole jail stay had paid off. My baby knew me, and she was hooked on me like I’d been here her entire life instead of being scared of a stranger in her house.
By the time I had swallowed all my food and was scraping up the last bit of my eggs, my phone rang with a call from Hov.
“What up nigga.” I answered the phone.
“Yo, me and Ciara over here watching the news, and you won’t guess who got arrested for arson this morning.”
“Who?”
“Cashmier, dumb ass, the story just played on channel 9. They said she blew up the DNA testing facility last year with a homemade bomb.”
“Nigga, I know you fuckin lying. I was just about to reach out to her ass today to go see King.” I said, and Pernelle started tapping me on the shoulder to put the phone on speaker.
I did because her nosy ass was already locked in.
“Yeah, bro, P on the line too now.”
“Hey y’all.”
“Hey, best friend!”
“Hey girl! I miss you. I need to come see you today.”
Ciara and Pernelle were trying to have a conversation less important than the one Hov and I were having.
“Damn, you know I suspected she did some shit like that before I went in, but I was positive that I was tripping.”
“What made you think she did that? Why the fuck would she do some shit like that?”
“I don’t know, bruh. I went to her house to visit King, and her ass didn’t have any eyebrows or hair in the front. She said she did it cooking food, but I should’ve known it was something grimy behind that shit.”
“You know it. Especially if it involves her.” Hov replied.
“But let me reach out to see where King is. I’m sure he is with her mama.”
“Alright, safety nigga.”
“Safety,” I replied.
Once the phone disconnected, I wasted no time calling her mama’s number, which I only had because P gave it to me whenI was in jail. Often, I would call to talk to him, and she would direct me to her mother.
“Hello?” She picked up the phone.
“Yeah, where King at?” I asked without a greeting because fuck this bitch.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Crew. I’m looking for King because I heard that his dumb ass mama got arrested.”
