“Rico,” I said, rubbing my chin. “What about him?”
“Said he’s a nigga from her past. Everything she got belongs to him.”
“How so?”
“Shit, nigga didn’t go into detail once he noticed he was talkin’ too fuckin’ much.”
I hadn’t even hit my blunt yet. Right as I was about to spark it back up, my phone buzzed in my lap.
My World : Where are you?
Me: Chillin’ wit Reese
My World : Leave right now!
I chuckled because Adore knew I hated when she tried to tell me what the fuck to do. I set my phone back down in my lap and sparked the blunt. My phone buzzed again.
My World : Whodie, leave before he kills you
She didn’t even give me time to respond before my phone started ringing. As I hit the talk button, my eyes went straight over to Reese, who was staring out the window. He was fidgety as fuck.
“Hey, baby,” I said, turning my volume down on my phone.
“Never mind, I see you,” she said before hanging up.
A few seconds later, Adore pulled up right beside us. She rolled her window down since she was on Reese’s side, and my car was parked on my side.
“What’s up, Reese?” she smiled. “Can I get my man back?”
“What’s good, sis? It’s good to see you back out here in these streets. We miss you out here,” he replied.
“Aight, man, let me see what her ass wants. I ‘preciate the information. I’ll hit you later.”
“Yeah, let’s link tonight,” Reese said.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
I got out of the car and slid the unsmoked blunt in my pocket. Reese pulled off, and I hopped in the car with Adore.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“He’s the rat,” Adore said.
I couldn’t believe what the fuck she had just said. I mean, shit in the streets you couldn’t trust anybody. Adore had no reason to lie, and for her to leave the house when she knew the Feds was watching her ass to come and get me out of the nigga car said a lot.
“I know you want to know how I know that.”
“It don’t even fuckin’ matter, Adore. I knew some shit was off when he was askin’ me a lot of questions.”
“What we gonna do?”
“Go home,” I said, before getting out of her car.
At midnight, I was in the club with Reese throwing money and stunting on the niggas and bitches that were watching. A nigga feelings were hurt. I had already lost one homeboy, and now I was about to lose another. This shit was grimy. I never would have thought Reese would go out sad for a couple of dollars and a dream of being a big dawg in these streets. He had plenty of money and I would’ve given him my last if he needed it.
Earlier, I had busted open the blunt he had passed me only to find out the nigga laced the blunt. He knew the only way to take me out was to get me high on some shit that I never had. Nigga didn’t have any heart, but by the end of the night, I was going to show his bitch ass what it meant to have heart and look a nigga in their face. I wanted him to see how bad he hurt me. All I could do was think about the nigga kids and baby mamas. I would make sure his family was well taken care of because that’s what real niggas do.
Reese smiled and rapped along with the lyrics as he took the Dusse bottle down. I made sure to keep the bottles coming. All the blunts I smoked were rolled by me. I wasn’t taking any handoffs tonight. If Reese wanted to smoke, he had to smoke his own shit. I didn’t want the nigga saying I drugged him. I wanted his mind to be clear when he looked at me. Occasionally, he would tap me and say some shit, and I had to fake smile. It boiled my blood to be fake. Reese was oblivious that I knew anything. Right after Adore and I went home, it took me a fewhours to get my mind right. Adore gave me the space I needed and didn’t hound me about what my next plans were.
