“I’m just gon’ take classes in the city.”
“Niggas always say that, end up at Malcolm X for a school check, get one and never go back. Next you know, niggas working at the corner store,” Chris explained as they laughed.
“I ain’t never working in nobody’s store, I’ll own it.”
“Aye, y’all heard about Duke getting robbed?” Ryan shifted the conversation.
HearingDuke’s name made Cam’s blood boil; he didn’t like that nigga, never had, and it was probably because their fathers were rivals before his got killed.
“Fuck Duke,” Cam quickly replied.
“I know you ain’t mad he talking to Diamond?” Ryan asked, telling Cam something he didn’t know.
“What you mean?”
“I saw her talking to him at the store the other night, nigga was so close to her face, I couldn’t tell if they were talking or kissing.”
Cam tried to play it cool, he had no reason to be upset, “That ain’t got shit to do with me.”
Diamond was tripping if that was the nigga she decided to jump off the porch with; he wasn’t a hater or nothing, but she could do better than that.
“Good because Farrah gon’ fuck you both up.”
“Dime will beat the fuck out of Farrah, and I will watch.”
“Dime? Nigga, you gave her a nickname?” Ryan yelled out before cracking up laughing.
Cam didn’t catch the joke; he wasn’t even in the mood to laugh. He didn’t want her getting mixed up with Duke, he had saw him go through some of the coldest females in the hood.
“Y’all niggas get the fuck out,” Cam kicked them out as they laughed all the way to the front door while teasing him as his mother looked at them and shook her head.
Stacy waited for her son to close the front door before speaking, “What’s up with you and this Diamond that they’re teasing you about?”
“Nothing at all, she just cool people.”
“Good because Farrah is a good girl, and she’ll know how to stand beside you when it’s your turn to run the business.”
“I don’t need nobody to stand with me.”
“Wrong. Every king needs a queen, can’t run this shit without her.”
“Damn right about that,” Stone joined them, kissing Stacy on the forehead before dapping Cam.
“So, if I wanted to be a single man for the rest of my life, I couldn’t run the business?”
“You could but it runs so much smoother when you have your queen by your side. You’ll understand one day when you and Farrah fall in love for real.”
Cam just shook his head, “Why do y’all think I’m gon’ be with Farrah?”
“We just be wishful thinking, damn. She’s the princess of Ace’s family and you’re the prince of ours, the shit just sounds right,” Stacy blurted, waving him off.
Ace was his father’s righthand man and Cam would prefer to call the nigga “unc” over “father-in-law” any day.
“Nah, son, that’s one thing you want to take your time with. Picking a wife is like wine tasting, you go through them until youget that perfect one, when you get it, you buy the bottle and keep it forever.”
“Well, Farrah is the kind I don’t like,” Cam shot back as his parents cracked up laughing.
He was blessed with the coolest people ever, his father the business while his mother ran the businesses. She was always legal, but illegally if she had to be, Stacy was a hell of a woman and wife. His mother was tougher than a lot of niggas, Stone was nothing without her and he made that very clear.
