“Hey, Mula. You need something?” She brushed her hands down the tight stone-washed jeans she wore.
“Nah, I don’t need nothin’. But get in… we need to have a conversation.”
She looked around at her surroundings nervously, causing me to snap at her.
“Man, get yo’ ass in! That’s exactly what we gotta talk about. You being scared of my homie.”
It had been years since we talked to each other, and I was upset we had to get back acquainted over some bullshit.
She walked to the truck, and I couldn’t help but check her out. Yummi was 5’3, thick in all the right places, with light caramel skin and a baby face. She wore her hair long and curly and had beautiful brown eyes. I never looked at her sexually in the name of Coast, but I was starting to think that I should. She was fine as fuck, and Hurricane treated her like she was bottom of the barrel.
When Yummi got in, I sped out of the lot.
“Where are we going?” she asked, fidgety.
“For a ride.” I got in traffic and made my way to the main street, which was called Sable Highway.
“Am I in trouble?” She continued to sound unsettled, but I was going to break her out of that when she came around me now.
“Hell yeah, you are… You remember what I told you when I had to drag you out of Coast’s funeral?”
She sighed and picked at her long white nails. “Yeah, I remember. You told me not to show my weakness, and you told me that if you had to step in, I wasn’t going to like it.”
“Exactly… and you been wearing that shit on your shoulders for everybody to take advantage of. You got bitches laughing inyour face, and you ain’t beat her ass yet. You want your rounds with that bitch, Sparkle? I can set it up. Don’t worry about Hurricane stopping it either.”
“I want more than my rounds with Sparkle. I wanna smoke on that bitch corpse in a Backwoods after I take her fuckin’ head off.” She frowned.
“That’s right, get mad. Now what’s stoppin’ you from bringing out yo’ gangsta?” I stopped at a red light and glared at her.
“You know what’s stopping me, Mula. The bitch does a lot for the empire, so I ignore her. Leaving Hurricane ain’t no walk in the park either. I’m still with him because he needs me mentally. Has he told you how bad it’s gotten? He sees Coast, Mula.”
“I don’t give a fuck. What I care about is you. That nigga ain’t God, he ain’t untouchable, and he uses his mental illness to get by you. Protection is in yo’ reach, if you need it to move around this nigga for your safety. Ain’t like you need money. You still got the three million Coast left you that you haven’t dug up in y'all mama's backyard, Yummi.”
“What are you sayin’, Mula?”
“You know what I’m sayin’. But ‘til then, I need you to boss the fuck up. This ain’t the Yummi I know. This new Yummi is pussy.”
“I have been pussy, and I’m ashamed. You remember the Yummi that used to ride on the back of a jet ski with you three times a month from the shore to The Shadows for them packs.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll never forget how I hit a wave that one time, and you dropped the pack in the fuckin’ water.”
She laughed. “And you swam damn near to the ocean’s floor to get it!”
“You laughing now, but your ass was calling my name for dear life. You thought a nigga was dead.” I shook my head.
“You came back up from underwater with that bag. You’re the real MVP.”
I took a moment to get caught in her gaze, but the car behind us started blowing. I put my eyes on the road and drove off.
“I’m finna take you back. I just wanted to let you know that.”
“Thanks for the pep talk. I needed it.” She smiled bashfully.
I took Yummi back to Hurricane. Before she got out, she put her new number in my phone and texted herself to get mine.
“If you need me, you can always call me, Yummi. Hurricane ain’t the only nigga you gotta look up to,” I assured before I drove off.
I was thirty minutes late picking up my lil’ vibe, Storm. She was a bronze-complected chick from Starlight Hills, Colorado, with a body I couldn’t keep my eyes off of in the club. I wasn’t into one-night stands, so I told her I’d hit her the following day. That way we could see each other sober and figure out from there if we wanted to fuck on each other.
