FIVE
Loco.
“Ay, where Kyng?” I asked Prynce as I passed him then blunt.
“Prolly the crib, but him and Sy comin’ through. Why?” he asked.
“Need him to do something for me.” I shrugged, unlocking my phone to send him a text and let him know I needed to holla at him when he pushed up.
“He ain’t doin’ cleanup for us no more, nigga.” Prynce looked my way. “He was hot after the last shit you pulled.”
“When he not hot?” I chuckled. “I be wonderin’ if Des be givin’ that nigga pussy as uptight as he is.”
“Shiddd, she ain’t had three of his kids for no reason.”
“The first one came from a cup.” I smirked then dodged the fist he was sending my way while I laughed. “Chill out, Lord.”
“Quit playin’ with my brother and niece, nigga.” He playfully frowned.
“He ain’t lyin’ though, Lord.” Jay chuckled as his ass scrolled on his phone. “I still can’t believe he did that shit. He still got his sperm down there?”
“How the fuck I’m supposed to know that?” Prynce mugged us both. “Like I be askin’ his ass where he got his sperm stored and shit.”
“He yo’ brother.” Jay shrugged.
“Exactly, not my bitch.” He leaned forward to hand him the blunt, but he declined. It was the summertime, and he usually would indulge a little during the off season, but the shit was far and few in between. “Only niggas nut I’m worried about is my own, and I know where that shit goin.’ Exactly why my wife knocked up again.” He grinned.
I shook my head while laughing as I went to Pikz to see if Diamond’s pretty ass had hit me back. My nostrils flared when I noticed that she’d left me on read yet again. I knew a nigga talked a lil’ wild sometimes, but it wasn’t that deep. I was low key tight with myself for being pressed about a bitch, but I couldn’t help the shit. I thought about her any time I had a down moment, and when I closed my eyes, her pretty ass face haunted me.
“Loc,” Prynce nudged me with his leg causing me to look up seeing that he was trying to pass the blunt back to me. “Damn, Lord, you aight?”
“Yeah, I’m straight.” I nodded, taking a pull from the blunt once my back was to the couch again.
“Why the fuck Safari ain’t cook?” Sy asked when he entered the room. We were all over Prynce’s chilling since his girl and Jay’s had gone out with Des and Dior to get their nails done.
“Why yo’ geriatric ass wife ain’t cook you shit?” P asked and we all laughed, including Sy.
“Fuck you, nigga.”
“My girl ain’t no chef or maid, Lord.”
“She cook good as shit though.”
“Dior can burn too.” Jay replied.
“I know.” Sy smirked and sat back after I passed him the blunt. “Why you think I married her.”
“Spousal privilege, I thought.” P’s dumb ass said causing us all to roar in laughter again. “She knew we killed them niggas and we couldn’t have her ass testifying.”
“Shut yo’ ass up.” Sy laughed. “Youkilled them niggas, not me. She still coulda testified against yo’ ass.”
“Then you’d be a widower and single father.” Prynce shook his head. “Glad it ain’t turn out like that.”
“Anyways, nigga,” Sy turned to face me. “You get ol’ girl’s info yet?”
“Ol’ girl?” Jay’s eyes locked on mine. “Who?”
“Nobody.”
