Chell frowned. “And why not?”
“Cause he knows that you and Babi literally exchanged blows.
So, evenif Babiis coolwithyou now,he aintlettingthat go.”
I didn’t add anything to that, because those were my exact sentiments. I literally didn’t have a problem with Chell. We’d fought. I’d won. And she knew not to ever handle her kids like that in my presence again. Still, I hoped that she’d gotten better with the parenting, but I digress.
“Well, I went a few weeks ago, and their house is beautiful,” Casey offered. “And the food was delicious. I was shocked that Face can actually cook like that.”
I nodded, while my cell vibrated. I’d turned of the ringer, after
Face had called for the tenth time. I wasn’t answering until I got good and ready. It had been days since I’d snatched his phone, and he still wasn’t talking to me, for real. And I was tired of graveling. If he didn’t want me, then I’d have to accept that. In the meantime, I figured that I’d start spending my time doing my own thing. I’d also had been checking out spaces for a salon, as I considered a life where I was single.
Ironically, the minute I wasn’t sitting at home, begging for Face’s attention, he wanted to blow my phone up. And I despised those type of niggas. Only wanted a bitch when she’s gone. Fuck that. If he could spend his days ignoring me, then so could I.
“Yeah, Face can throw down,” Soya acknowledged. “It’s funny, because he’s so different from who I used to think he was.”
I raised a brow. “Who did you used to think he was?”
“Shit, I thought that he was just another hood nigga with money. I mean, the nigga literally got a tat above his eye. And that image just screams dangerous to me. But he’s so family oriented. Makes all of us feel so welcomed. And I love the way he had you redecorate everything to make the house feel more like it’s yours too. He don’t never act like a dictator, like he just runs shit. He really lets you run that house, on the cool.”
“Yeah.” Casey nodded. “I agree.” I rolled my eyes.
Soya shook her head, but didn’t say anything, as she was fully aware of the beef I had with Face at the time. But that wasn’t everybody’s business, and I wasn’t foolish enough to vent amongst associates.
“What’s up, Casey, man?” Some random dude asked, as he came strolling down the sidewalk.
“Nothing much,” Casey nonchalantly responded, before gazing down at her phone.
“Aye, you heard about what happened at the carwash?” The dude questioned, as he approached the porch.
Casey lifted her head. “Nah, what happened?” “Shit, that nigga QT and Foo got into a squabble.”
Hearing my brother’s name immediately caught my attention. “QT from here?” I asked ole boy.
“Hell, yeah. That nigga pistol whipped Foo, and Ion know what’s finna happen next. Foo a YN, and you know them lil’ niggas is ignorant. He beenadone shot up the whole block, trying to get QT. I’m just hoping that somebody talks him down.”
I shook my head, as I lifted my phone to text my reckless ass brother.
“What was they fighting over?” Soya probed.
“Shit.” The dude scratched the side of his face. “It started over a dice game.”
Ishookmyheadagain,whiletextingQT.
“Okay, then what happened?” Casey wanted to know.
“Foo had crapped out, and then tried to snatch the money off the ground.”
“Oh, well shit.” Casey rubbed her thighs. “That nigga deserved that beat down. Somebody should’ve taught his young ass better.”
“And if he’s like that, then QT handled him the only way that he could,” Soya added. “Lil’ nigga probably would’ve pulled a gun the first chance he got.”
“True.” The dude nodded. “But that shit just reminded me of why I rarely go to that carwash now. Too much shit be going down, and the older I get, the more I know that I aint got time for the bullshit. Hanging up there is just a case waiting to happen.”
I nodded in agreement, wishing that my big brother was mature enough to see that himself.
“Who is that pulling up in the Wraith?” Chell questioned, as the car parked directly in front of us.
