Kasey hopped in the driver’s side of his truck and looked over at me. “You sure you wanna say fuck the plan and handle it right now?”
“Why not? You wanna stick with the plan?” I questioned.
“Hell nah. I've been told you let’s burn one and finish off the business. I’on like having anything dangling in the wind. I want to finish this shit once and for all then go party on the block with a thick bitch.”
I nodded. “Then that’s what we do. Your boys got a location on Requ?”
“That ain’t even needed. He’s at his baby mama’s spot.”
“How the fuck you know that?” I looked over at him with confusion evident in my eyes.
“Because she got a nice set of lips attached to her face. She knows how to use them too.”
I laughed immediately thinking back to when Surah said she hit a bitch upside the head with the nail shop fan.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’on know how many of those bitches he got, but one of them approached Surah and she hit her ass with the lil’ nail drying fan.”
He joined in on the laughter before responding. “That’s ha. I remember asking her what happened to her face one day when I pulled through for some head. She claimed she slipped on some ice.”
“You mess with her like that?” I had to ask.
“Hell nah. Just head and last one up type of shit. Plus, I ain’t fucking with none of these bitches like that. She knows I’m beefing with her baby daddy and will still get on her knees. Females ain’t got no loyalty”
“All females ain’t like that. It’s yo’ type, nigga.”
“How is it my type? Are you telling me all thick bitches, with good feet, real hair and real bodies are disloyal? As a matter of fact, other than those boxes I ain’t really got no type.”
I chuckled at his stupid ass because he literally just said his type. “That’s a type, Kasey.”
“Nah, those are just the prerequisites for me to take a female remotely serious.”
“Nigga shut up.” I was beside myself with laughter at his stupid ass. “What do you wanna do?”
“Finna pull up and trunk that nigga?” Kasey put his phone to his ear as soon as he pulled away from the park. He fussed at somebody on the other line for a few minutes. Then the second he hung up the phone I had a question. Something he had just said halted all my thoughts. It was always Kasey with the bright ass ideas without the necessary equipment. I was always gonna have my boy’s back, but it was those moments that always landed us in some shit.
“Lemme ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“How are we gonna trunk this nigga in a truck? Or even get him out of the fucking house to trunk him?” I stared at Kasey for an answer.
“See, yo’ ass is just like Aura. Niggas don’t listen to shit. His baby moms live in the projects. As we speak the lil’ niggas are kicking the door down, grabbing his ass and throwing him in the trunk of the hooptie. We are about to meet them at the warehouse on Fifteenth.” The whole time he spoke he movedhis arms and shit like he was reenacting what was happening. It took everything in me to stay serious when I did shit with him, because he was too fucking animated.
“Just that easy?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, and they grabbed his phone too so he can hit yo’ cousin up and tell his bitch ass to meet him over there. Work smarter not harder nigga.”
I nodded my head and so did he. Nothing else needed to be said. Everything after this point was action. After a few minutes I picked up my phone and found my way into my messages to see what Surah was doing. I used to be uncomfortable with how attached to her I was, but now I basked in that shit. I completely fucked with the fact that after a long ass day I could go lay up under her. We hadn’t talked about her returning to her apartment in the city, and that was good with me. Hopefully, she just silently moved all the way in so I didn’t have to speak on it.
She must’ve been thinking about me too, because as soon as I opened my messages a photo that she’d sent less than five minutes ago popped up. The words under it read,Would you still love me if I walked around like this?I didn’t realize what was wrong with the picture until I opened it fully. I peeped that she had taken her hair down from her braids and it was all over her head.
Me: I mean as long as yeen baldhead and screaming yo’ mama gave you a perm and that’s why yo’ hair fell out you could get the dick any day.
Bae: That wasn’t the question idiot.
Me: Yeah man I’ll love yo’ bald head ass.
