“That’s what we got to figure out. That shit is bigger than we thought, though,” Hollow said.
“Whoever the nigga is is I’ his information from one of yo’ boys. I just gotta figure out which one so I’ve been feedin’ different information to different muthafuckas.”
“Why the fuck does it gotta be one of my boys?” I asked.
“Trust, I’m testin’ my niggas too,” Whodie reassured me.
“Adore, this yo’ shit. What do you want us to do?” Hollow asked.
I looked between them. “We find out who’s talking.”
“And we find out?” Whodie asked.
“End it.”
“Nope, that’s still not leading us to the muthafucka that called you earlier. We need fuckin’ answers,” Hollow said.
My gut was telling me again that it was Sosa. I know Hollow had told me he was dead, but I still didn’t believe the shit.
“I need Sosa’s death certificate to see who signed it,” I said, and Hollow looked at me. “I know you told me he was dead, but I need more details. When you have money like he did, there’s no telling what kind of shit you’ll pull.”
“It’s been years though, Adore. You don’t think if that man wanted his shit back, he would’ve been came and taken it?”
“Hollow, use your resources, please!”
“Aight.” He threw his hands up.
Whodie stood up slowly and I followed. His eyes were tired, and his hair was untamed.
“You haven’t been sleeping,” I told him.
“Neither have you.”
“You staying tonight. It’s already late.”
“Fuck no!” Hollow yelled from the kitchen.
“Hollow,” Love pushed him.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Y’all already hot as fuck. Him postin’ up here only gonna make the shit worse.”
“I’m not asking,” I told him.
“And I ain’t leavin’. If I leave, she’s leavin’ wit’ me,” Whodie said.
“Y’all muthafuckas givin’ me grey hairs. Listen, if anything pops off, both of y’all listenin’ to me. No bullshit ‘cause my family here,” Hollow told us.
“Bet,” Whodie replied.
“Oh, and don’t smoke in my house. Go out by the pool and blow. And park that hot ass truck in my garage ‘cause I kno’ they got people watchin’ my house,” Hollow said before going upstairs.
The last thing either of us wanted right now was to smoke. We took a shower together and laid in bed while he rubbed my head. Both were caught up in our own thoughts.
“What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“How I don’t want to do this anymore,” I said bluntly.
“You in the thick of it. This comes wit’ it.”
