She disappeared into the bathroom then resurfaced after a few seconds with a towel in her hand. I took it from her when she went to clean me up.
“I got it.”
“So, Loco,” she posted up against the vanity. “How long are you here.”
“Why?” I glanced up at her as I fastened my pants. “Fuck is that yo’ business for?”
“Well, I just figured if you’re here a while, I could maybe show you around, hang out a bit.” She smiled and I chuckled.
“Baby girl, you just swallowed my dick after being in my presence all of ten minutes.” I shook my head. “You think I’m ‘bout to be gallavantin’ around town with yo’ ass?”
Her smile dropped. “No—I mean, yes, why not? Was the head not good?”
“Head was spectacular.” I smirked. “But what the fuck that gotta do with anything?”
“Well, I figured since I showed you a good time…”
“Oh, I get it.” I laughed. “This shit usually work for you wit’ other niggas, so you thought I was gon’ be on the same shit.” I shook my head, still amused. “Listen, baby girl, you got the wrong nigga, aight? I don’ fucked plenty of pretty bitches and got top from even more, that shit don’t move me. You got a pretty face with the physique and mouth to match, but Loco don’t do shit easy and I ain’t no trick, feel me? You fa show gotta do more than dirty up them knees to be my bitch. Thanks for the head though.”
I left her nutty ass in the dressing room and headed out to finish up this shoot. I’d been in town for a few days and hadn’tdone shit but work. We were wrapping shit up today though, so I was definitely gon’ pop out before taking my ass back to the crib.
“Was Honey back there?” Some nigga asked me when I stepped out on the scene.
“Who?” I frowned, not knowing who his ass was talking about.
“Honey,” he repeated. “Short, light-skin, thick woman with…”
“Oh, yeah, she back there.” I smirked.
“What was she doing?”
“Fuck I look like? Her keeper, nigga?”
“She’s supposed to be out here…”
“Ay, Lord, get the fuck out my way.” I cut him off.
I didn’t give a fuck what the bitch was supposed to be doing. By the looks of it, she was his bitch, so he was the one that needed to be keeping tabs on the hoe. Luckily, he did as he was asked and moved his hoe ass to the side so I could go on about my fucking business.
I spent the next few hours finishing up the video I was shooting with Breeze to a song we collabed on calledGo Up. Sy thought that I needed more radio hits because usually my music was for the real niggas that really lived the shit that they rapped about. I wasn’t one of them playground niggas. If I said I did the shit, I did. I didn’t tell another niggas story in my music.
“How long you in the city, G?” Chez asked after we got shit wrapped up.
He hadn’t been at the shoot the whole time. He showed up closer to the end.
“Going back tomorrow. Duty calls.” I smirked.
Chez was in the life just as I was, so I was sure he understood what I had going on. I loved the rap shit. It was my bread and butter, but the Lords were my life. It came before everything except my family, and even then, there were times I had toprioritize the organization over them. I loved them dearly, but I took an oath when my nigga asked me to serve as second in command and vowed to live and breathe that shit. I’d proudly be a Lord ‘til the day that I died.
“Heard you.” He nodded. “Pop out with us tonight then, gang. I got a section at Heat to celebrate another completion.”
“I can do that. ‘Bout what time?”
“Shit, you can push up whenever. My girl and her sisters are coming, so I know she gon’ drag me out early as a bitch.”
“Aight, Lord, I can do that. Early might be cool for me because my flight is early as shit.”
“Bet. Push up around eleven then.”
