“Make sure. You don’t want to be chilling over there and get caught up in something you ain’t a part of.”
I nodded my head. He was right. I was better off being sure instead of assuming.
When I left from with my brother, I went toward Surah’s crib. Lately that was my routine. Either she stayed at my pace or we stayed at hers. Nine times out of ten it was her place, because she was in the city while I was all the way out. She claimed Ididn’t have to stop and get shit to eat because she was cooking. Now, that shit was suspicious because she knew that I knew that she knew her ass didn’t cook like that. Baby could whip up some breakfast, but I had never seen her go further than that. Not to mention her grits were a little clumpy, but that was okay because I wasn’t with her cooking ability. Shit, half the bitches in the world couldn’t cook, but they could fuck and that was all that mattered in some instances. I wasn’t judging anybody who put their best foot forward just as long as it wasn’t with me. I needed more than pussy and head. Being with Surah showed me that. It was what was inside of her as well as her ability to be more than physical. She was a niggas companion in so many other ways and I was straight up grateful for that. Hell yeah we had a rocky start, but who hadn’t? Nothing was perfect in this world.
The moment I walked in the door I wanted to turn around, because I wasn’t greeted by Surah, but instead her head doctor ass friend sitting at the island.
“Hey to you too, Mari. She ran across the street to get some milk,” Shorty answered the question in my head.
The market was right across the street literally so she’d be back quick as fuck. I nodded and went to walk into the living room, but then she started talking again.
“So, are you and Surah serious or just kicking it?” shorty was trying to sound sexy, but that deep ass baritone couldn’t be hidden.
I shook my head because this had to be a set up. “The fuck did she tell you?”
She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side allowing her eyes to look me over. “To mind my business, so I figured that maybe y’all are just kicking it. That way me and you could get to know each other. It’s not like Surah is all that?—”
“Yo, get the fuck out.” I looked in her direction and then pointed toward the door.
“What? Excuse me?” she asked like she hadn’t heard what the fuck I just said.
“Did I stutter?” I sent her a menacing glare.
Seconds later she hopped off the stool and started toward the door.
“And another thing, stay yo’ ho ass away from my bitch. She don’t need friends like you, I’m her fucking friend.”
She sucked her teeth but continued to the door. When she opened it Surah’s nut ass was standing on the other side of the door like a fucking serial killer. Then before old girl could pass her she pulled back and decked her right in the middle of her face. She fell back all dramatic and shit right before Surah hit her ass upside the head with the gallon of alkaline water that she was holding.
“Not all that? Bitch don’t let me see yo’ face again. Stay out of the fucking way.” Surah then stepped over her and walked into the crib using her foot to close the door.
I chuckled a little, before I walked over and locked the door. Then I walked up on Surah and trapped her between myself and the counter. “Gave you some thug dick and now you think you’re a thug?”
She laughed. “One, I’ve been a thug. And two, she disrespected me. Ion even like that.”
“I saw.” I picked her up and sat her on the counter seconds later.
“You’re my friend?” she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I chuckled. “Sure am. You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head no with a sneaky smirk.
“Good, now the first rule of business in this friendship. Lemme get some head off you.”
She laughed. “After we eat the world is yours.”
“Just remember you said that.” I leaned in and kissed her lips.
North
I was having a long ass day and it seemed like this motherfucker was only getting longer. Not only did this nigga Gunz agree to an extension on some niggas behalf a while back without telling me, but he also tried to go up against Lucil. This nigga Gunz was creating unnecessary problems even though he was no longer a part of my organization. It seemed like he was trying to fuck with my money. At this point I was dodging my aunt because I was seconds from putting a bullet into her only son. Shit, right now that was the only favor I had for her.
My phone began to ring, breaking up my thoughts. I glanced down and it was Santi. I hadn’t heard from her in a minute, because nine times out of ten she and her man were on good terms.
Santi had always been my type, but she had a nigga and only really fucked with me when they were on bad terms. I didn’t have a problem with that at all. It just meant I didn’t have to deal with all that extra heat.
“What’s good, baby girl?” I envisioned her thick pecan thighs as I closed my eyes allowing them to rest from my long ass day.
