“You don’t even know me,” she mumbled.
I could have told her about my faith and my relationship with Big G but I didn’t need to. I rarely ever spoke on it. If you weren’t a part of my immediate family, you had no idea. Not even Jada knew how locked in I was with Big G. That relationship was sacred.
I was a man of big faith.
He said she had a good heart, so… she had a good heart.
“I know enough,” I said with a deep breath. “So what up? You willing to change a couple briefs a day for three bands a week?”
She looked at me, drew back and playfully frowned. “Is a…” she looked over at moms and then at me before whispering, “...pigs pussy pork?”
I stoodat the top of the porch, watching as Sereia and moms walked away from the house. When my phone went off for the fifth time within the last two hours, I sighed and dug into my pocket to answer it. Any other time I would have picked my phone up regardless of what I had going on but I was in the middle of practically training Sereia on what ma needed. Myundivided attention was needed for that. I felt like whatever whoever wanted, they could get up with Kiss about it. They were relentless though—calling twice back-to-back within the last five minutes.
Looking at the screen, I saw that it was Redd, another nigga I had handling shit for me. Right now, his priority was watching the crib. More specifically, Jada.
“What up, nigga?” I answered, watching moms and Sereia until they got out of eyesight.
“What up. You didn’t tell me the misses?—
“Jada—
“My bad. You didn’t tell me Jada was leaving today.”
With dipped brows, I turned to go back into the house. “Because she’s not. Today is an editing day or whatever the fuck she calls it. That’s why I had you pull up when I had you pull up. Why? She ain’t there?”
He sucked in air and blew it out. “Hell naw. My bad bro?—
“Not on you. You got there when you were supposed to.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Taking my phone from my ear, I hit the menu button and swiped around until I got to the ‘Find My’ app. She probably went to the grocery store or something.
Clicking on it, I waited for her location to load. Except it didn’t. The last pinged location was the crib, three hours ago. Clicking off the Find My app, I went over to the security system app to check and see when she left. I gripped the top of my basketball shorts and sat on the foyer bench, watching as she climbed into her Benz three hours ago. Clicking off that app, I found the Mercedes Connect app to track the whip. I watched it load and smirked when her location pinged in the hood. Melbourne St. A couple of blocks away from her old block, Lanchester. She was on the move, most likely looking for her crackhead ass daddy.
I brushed my hand over the top of my head and shook it.
“What it’s lookin’ like, boss?” Redd asked.
“I found her.”
“Send me the lo’. You want me to pull up?”
I sat on his question.
Stared at the map and clenched down on my teeth. She was on sneaky shit. Kept taking her ass to that fuckin’ hood without an escort. Well… last time she went she didn’t know she had one, but she did. Same thing, though, low key. I didn’t really give too much of a fuck about her making dumb ass moves. It was the sneaky shit I didn’t like. Fuck was wrong with that bitch?
“Nah,” I said. “She good.”
“You sure?”
I sighed and nodded as if he could see me. “Sure as hell. She said she good in the hood, she good in the hood. I’ll get up with you in a lil bit. Take the day off, my boy.”
With that, I hung up and stared at my phone, debating whether or not I’d call her. The last time I talked to her was a couple of hours ago. This morning, really. When we talked she said she would be lounging around in pajamas all day. It was a cool, casual conversation. We stayed on for a good fifteen before I had to get moms up and started with her day. I didn’t ask if she was going to see her daddy because shit, she had a routine. Today really was one of her editing days. She usually did stay in the crib, in pajamas, hair in a bonnet on days like today. She was moving flaw and I didn't like it. Yeah, she might’ve been on some innocent, sneaking around to see her pops shit but it was the principle. It rarely ever was about what a muthafucka did. It was the principle that usually got niggas fucked up.
Because I wanted to see just how stupid she was, I sighed and hit her up, wondering if she’d lie about her lo’.
Pressing the phone against my ear, I listened to it ring, waiting for her to pick up. Her phone wasn’t dead so that only told me that she’d purposely turned her lo’ off. Shit was crazy.
After about five rings, the phone was answered.
