“Bet. I’ll fuck with you later, Lord.”
As I was walking out of Sy’s office, Dior was walking in, so I stopped to give her a quick hug before slipping past her and exiting. I spoke to a few other artists on the way out too. Just as I hit the exit my phone rang, so I paused my stride to see who it was. When I noticed it was India, I released a low, exasperated breath because I knew she was about to get to nagging. I hadn’t seen her in a hot minute, and I wasn’t trying to, but I knew if I didn’t answer her looney ass would just keep calling.
“Yeah?”
“Damn nigga, it’s about time,” she spat. “I’ve been fucking with you for a while and I’veneverhad to wait this long to talk to you.”
“Been busy, Lord,” I admitted because I had. When I wasn’t doing music shit or handling my righteous business in the streets, I was in Diamond’s face. A nigga ain’t had time to be bothered with no hoes.
“Busy doing what?” she snapped. “Because I’ve seen your ass all over the place on Pikz and Cliqued.”
“It’s my job to beall over the place, baby girl.”
“Don’t be smart, Loco.”
“I damn sure ain’t gon’ be dumb.” I chuckled. “What’s up though?”
“What’s up is I want to see you. It’s been a while and I miss you.”
“Miss this dick,” I corrected. “Never gave you shit else to miss.”
“Same thing. Can I see you?”
“Maybe later. I got some shit going on right now.”
I didn’t really have shit to do after meeting with Sy, I just didn’t want her ass in my face. I was on Diamond’s pretty ass too bad, and after hearing how she dropped her last nigga after he fucked up once, a nigga was afraid that if I fucked up a little, I’d ruin my chances with her.
“Loco,” I heard someone say as soon as I exited the building. I glanced in the direction of the voice and saw a nigga, who was clearly a cop, lift from the wall and walk toward me.
“I’ll hit you back, India.” I disconnected the call before she could reply.
I continued my strides to my whip after hanging up with her because regardless of if I was on the phone or not, I had no rap for the jakes.
“Loco!” He called out again. “Just a few seconds of your time.”
“You can’t afford a few seconds of my time on a pig’s salary. Beat it, nigga.”
“Just a few questions Loco,” he insisted. “You’re one of the names of my list of suspects so it would do you good to talk to me.”
“I pay my fuckin’ attorneys to talk to mothafuckas like you. Go holla at them.”
“I just?—”
“Lawyer,” I cut him off as I opened the door to my car.
“If you?—”
“Law-yer.” I cut him off again, breaking the word down. “If I gotta say the shit again, Lord, I’m gon’ hit the niggas myself and have a fat ass lawsuit on ya desk before you can make it back to ya ride,” I warned. “Fuck out my face.”
I left his stupid ass standing there as I peeled off hoping some of the dirt that my tires kicked up smacked his dumb ass in the face. Nigga had to be new because everybody at CFPD knew Makhai Matthews didn’t talk to the cops, and I didn’t cooperate. I didn’t have to. I had bomb ass lawyers on retainer that ate lil’ niggas like the one that just tried to press me for dinner.
I made a mental note on the way to the crib to hit Miles and see what was up with the police pulling up on me and to figure out what they had. I was confident that if it was something, it wasn’t much because there wouldn’t have been a question on whether or not I was going to the station with the nigga, he would have just arrested me. Still, I wanted to know why they even wanted to talk to me.
When I got to my crib, I showered, brushed my teeth, and threw some basketball shorts over my boxers before I went to the kitchen and FaceTimed Diamond.
“Ew,” she said as soon as the call connected. I’d propped my phone on the counter and walked to my refrigerator.
“Girl, please,” I laughed.
