“C’mon big homie just tell me where the money is, so he can get it and you can at least leave out of here with two of your fingers.” Lucil was trying to reason with the man, but he was holding on tight to that money as if he didn't owe me. See this was the problem. Gunz had made them think that they had an option not to pay me. I didn’t like this at all. Gunz had created a situation.
“Stop reasoning with him. if he doesn't want to pay me, pay a visit to his lifeline. His people still live in the little red house on Gladys, right? I'm sure if you touch the old lady he'll pay up.”
“Is this really necessary?” Gunz's voice filled the space.
Slowly my head turned in his direction and it took everything in me not to go over and knocked the shit out of him. See he didn't care because it wasn't his money, it was mine. After I pondered over it for a few moments I realized that he was the same person who vouched for this man. Now look at it, he didn't want to pay me, and Gunz didn't want to do what was necessary. I didn't say a word to Gunz at that moment. I just nodded my head, we'd for sure have our time.
After what felt like an hour, old boy finally told us where the money was. As a matter of fact, he had offered to take Lucille and Gunz to it. I opted out of sending Gunz. I had him stay back and sent someone with Lucil. If old boy was playing around, I told Lucil to split his wig and that's just what it was. When it was just Gunz and I alone I approached him. He thought I was about to speak but before he could even apologize or give me any sad ass explanation, I stopped him. I drew back and then sent my fist in his direction with as much force as I could muster. He fell to the ground seconds later. He held his face confused, like he didn’t know that was coming. I just looked at him before I began to speak, “This life ain't for you. You're done running around with my name attached to your back. Go find you a Walmart job or something because you don't work for me anymore.”
Then without another word I left the warehouse. I had enough problems on my plate, and I damn sure didn't need Gunz to be one of them or add to them.
Namari
I clowned on North earlier when lowkey he wasn’t the only one of us simping for somebody. Ever since that night I spent with Surah, I had been pulling up on her and vice versa. It felt too much like a routine and I didn’t really like it. You see I fucked with her, but I didn’t mess with the idea of getting used to her being around. I know that sounded messed up, but I never allowed myself to get remotely caught up in a woman, because all they brought was bullshit and inconsistency. I couldn’t handle any of that, especially not after how my mama did me and my siblings. She was the first and only woman who I had allowed to break my fucking heart. I knew what love was only because I knew what it wasn’t. Everything my mother had put me and my siblings through wasn’t love, that shit was torture and borderline abuse. If given the chance I promised myself, I’d never allow myself to be left feeling the way my mama did me. I’d be the first to admit I damn sure had some unresolved issues with the lady, but it didn’t matter because there was no way I’d be able to deal with it with her. Mother or not the woman was who she was.
“Why is your face screwed up like that? I haven’t done anything to you,” Claudia, this female I fucked with during my spare time, spoke.
“Because you’re all in my fucking space. Back yo’ big forehead ass back.” I pressed my two fingers into her forehead and pushed her back. Broad was so close you would’ve thought she was about to kiss me. She knew I didn’t play that lips on me shit.
“You’re so rude.” She laughed to herself like that was a good thing.
I shook my head and began fixing my pants. Females in my life knew their places. I wasn’t trying to wife anybody and fall in love. Then out of nowhere Surah’s face floated into my mind. I swear to God I wished I’d never met her. I wished that day I wouldn’t have walked into Ommy's shop or even looked at the camera in my brother’s office. She should’ve been just another pretty face that I encountered.
Finally, I stopped my mind from wandering and decided to hit her up. I told myself that I just wanted to see what she was doing, but that was a lie. I wanted to know who she thought she was doing, or about to. I wanted too much from a female who didn’t owe me shit, but did that really matter? She didn’t owe me shit, but I was going to tax her ass like she did.
With my phone in my hand and her name under my thumb I forced myself to click that shit and exit shorty’s bedroom. It rang for a few, then out of nowhere her face was on the screen. Who the fuck answered their phone with a smile?
“Hey, Mari,” she greeted me. Then she propped the phone up on her dresser and continued to move about her room. She was wearing one of those lace tops that I’m pretty sure should’ve been under something. Knowing Surah, it was what it was, a top. Shorty oozed sex appeal in any and everything she had on her body. Shit, if she wanted to, she could make a fucking turtleneck sexy.
“What are your plans today?” I licked my lips and focused on her face. Though Surah was on the thicker side she carried that shit well. I usually went for the bitches with less meat on the bones out of preference, but Surah’s lil’ thick ass could get it all and more.
“Got a date in a few an?—”
The moment she said that shit my brain went hot. Who the fuck was she playing with, talking about a date? “A what?”
“Mari, do you want some grits? I’m about to make a late breakfast,” Claudia spoke.
“Nah. I’m straight. Come lock up.” I peered down at the phone at Surah. She was silent giving me that sexy smirk like I wouldn’t pull up and show the fuck out.
“I thought you were staying a while so we cou?—”
“Not happening. My wife is on some dumb shit,” I put the emphasis on wife.
Surah laughed.
“Wait, a wife? You didn’t tell me you were married. Who is your wife?”
“Wife, tell shorty what’s up so she can get the fuck out of our business.”
Surah laughed, but she damn sure did as I asked before I walked out of the door.
“Now, where did you say you were going?” I descended the stairs toward the exit.
“On a date. You know out to eat and converse.”
“What? I’m not talking to you enough. I feed you and listen to you tell me about your photography ideas.”
“Yeah, and I appreciate that. You’re a good husband,” she joked “But I wanna go out too, I wanna dress up and wear heels too.”
