“Give me a few weeks, baby. I got a new connect, and once I get that new shit on the block, we are gona take off and be straight for life.”
She tried to hide her smirk, but couldn’t. I pulled her in for a kiss, and she stood up.
“We went deep with it, lemme finish your hair.”
We laughed, and she got back to retwisting, just in time for my phone to start buzzin’ and the birds started flockin’ to me. By the time she was done with my two-strand twists, I made a few hunnit dollars.
As I stood up and stretched, I watched her pick up the hair shit, lookin’ her over.
“So you want to get paid with money or dick?”
She stopped what she was doin’, turned, and looked at me.
“How about you get dressed and hit the block so we can work on that empire you’re building for us.”
I smirked, tappin’ her butt.
“Why don’t you get dressed and hit the block with me?”
She thought about it, as if it really was a question.
“Give me a few minutes.”
I nodded and watched her walk through the crib back to our room. Having a minute to myself, I checked my phone and responded to some people who was lookin’ for me.
After a while, Islah came out dressed in a tight lil’ dress and some sandals, lookin’ good as ever. Her hair was down, and her curls were the first thing that caught my eye about her seven years ago.
She smiled as she got close to me, and I reached out, pullin’ her into my arms, taking a handful of her ass and kissing her neck with a lil’ bite.
“Oooou,” she said, trying to hide her neck from me. “What is all that for?”
I pulled away. “Because you’re mine and I can, come on.”
I grabbed the duffel bag with my free hand and held onto her with the other. We didn’t have to go far, just took a lil’ walk around the corner and were met by a gang of niggas and bitches who were with the shit.
Islah quickly got pulled away from me by the girls who was waiting for her, while I continued walking a lil’ way up to my right-hand Big Bully and a few other niggas who was holdin’ up the corner.
I dapped everybody up and looked at the dice game I was tryna get in.
“How money makin’ been out here?” I asked Big Bully.
He smirked. “Nigga, I know ya phone was goin’ off. Everybody was waitin’ for you; I told them to hit ya line.”
I nodded. “And they did, man. I can only imagine how these fiends gonna be when I get this new work in a few days.”
Before I could finish what I wanted to say, I served some niggas in passing and talked shit to the officers that drove bytrying to catch something. They drove off, and Big Bully leaned in.
“This drop you talkin’ ‘bout, was this the one you been waitin’ for?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah, I saved up the money to get my crack from one of the OGs of South LA. Once I get this shit, it’s over for any nigga that’s gonna try to sell out here. I already got shit on lock, I’ma be a whole bully after this drop.”
Islah walked up on me as Big Bully was takin’ in what I said. I wrapped my arms around her and was ready to serve the next nigga who walked up on us, but she took care of that.
“I’m proud of you, nigga,” Bully said. “It’s ‘bout time ya dedication to the streets pays off.”
I nodded, glad that niggas saw my grind.
“Hell yeah, nigga, me too, and it will,” I said, eyes drifting toward Islah. “More ways than one.”
