“You want breakfast?”
Breakfast would have been nice, but Heiress really wanted to be alone to get herself together. She shook her head no and offered him a smile. Easing out of his bed she looked around for her clothes. “I can catch an Uber home.”
Amar kissed his teeth and tossed back the covers. “Picture that shit. You really be trying me.”
After he got dressed in record time they headed out to his car. She didn’t even have to ask, but he stopped at Starbuck’s simply because he knew her so well and got her a venti Dragon drink. “Thank you,” she smiled at him.
“No problem. What you got planned for today?”
“I have to sew like two outfits, and I have to ship out about ten orders.”
Heiress had her own clothing line. She sewed custom pieces and added them to her website weekly. She would only make ten of each outfit in a few different sizes, and she would always sell out minutes after posting. She made jackets, dresses, joggers, shirts, sweaters, blazers, shorts, you name it. Because her items were unique and custom, she didn’t lowball her prices at all, andshe made damn good money. She priced her last jacket at $250, and she sold out in minutes. If niggas could cash out on Gucci and Louie, they would have to pay her too.
“That’s what’s up. I want you to make me a jacket. Something hot. Freak the hell out of it.”
Heiress smiled. “I got you.” Amar was often her biggest supporter. There wasn’t anything bad she could say about him and yet, she still couldn’t let him all the way in. The thought of it literally gave her panic attacks. No one would ever understand how bad Kevin messed her up. He didn’t start out abusive and controlling and every time he tried to justify his psychotic behavior, he’d start with something likeI just love you so much. You make a nigga crazy.
He was lowkey blaming her for him being off his rocker. If that’s what love was, she didn’t want it, and she was scared for another man to love her. Maybe she needed therapy, but she hadn’t gone yet. In her mind, all she had to do in order to be okay was to not fall in love.
Amar pulled up in front of her building and looked over at her. “I hope you have an amazing day shawty.”
With a smile lifting her cheeks, she leaned over to kiss him. “You too.”
Inside her apartment, Heiress closed the door behind her and placed her back against it. She prayed more than anything that Amar would meet a woman to take his mind off her because he deserved a good woman, and she just wasn’t it.
CHAPTER 3
“What up god?”one of Canyon’s homies from New York gave him dap as they met up for their monthly exchange.
Canyon had a schedule, and he stuck to it. He only moved heroin one week out of the month. That was it, and there were no exceptions. He advised his clientele to know their capabilities of moving the work because he refused to run around like a chicken with his head cut off every day with niggas that copped small shit and had to re-up every three days.
“Same shit different day,” Canyon replied.
“Yo. My people asked me to pass along a number to you. Chick named Yohana wants to meet with you.”
Canyon’s brows dipped. “Meet with me for what?”
“Bruh said she’s trying to cop a few pounds.”
“Who the fuck is she?” his guard was immediately up. Canyon hadn’t taken on any new customers in the past year. He had never been greedy. Anyone could do him dirty, but he tried very hard to be selective with whom he let in. His first rule was a person had to be copping a minimum of five pounds. Canyon didn’t move for little money. When he first started hustling, he ran himself ragged for years. Until he didn’t have to anymore.
In his years as a hustler, he definitely had some female clientele, so the fact that this mystery person was a woman wasn’t what had him suspicious. It was just the fact that she was new period.
“Married to a nigga named Zone. Her uncle is a cat named Morris. Hustling runs in their family.”
“And they got picked up by the feds, right? Morris just a few months ago, but Zone been gone for a lil’ minute.” Canyon knew all too well because the entire time the feds were doing their sweep, he was holding his breath and putting a halt on his business.
“Yeah, but I doubt she’d be working. They already got their time. The uncle got life and her husband got fourteen. Word is, Zone is on Morris’s motion of discovery, and she cut him off. Wants nothing to do with him. I think she’s really trying to pick back up where her people left off.” Jay passed Canyon the piece of paper with the number on it.
Canyon put the number away and got down to business. When his business was handled with Jay, he left the meeting spot and went to work out. As he pulled into the driveway of his house, his phone began to ring, and he saw that Cheyenne was calling. Canyon went through all the necessary prompts to connect the call.
“Hey. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Nah. I was just pulling up at the house. How have you been?”
“As good as I can be. My mom came to see me yesterday. When do you think I might get a visit from you?”
Canyon raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky. He was used to Cheyenne’s hot and cold behavior. She had been that way for the past six years. She went through spurts where she blamed him for her incarceration, and she wouldn’t call him for months. Canyon apologized to his wife over and over forcheating. He wished he had never done it, but he didn’t make her ass run ole girl off the road and kill her. That was Cheyenne and her own reckless behavior, and now she was in prison doing ten years for manslaughter. She had been down for six. Canyon kept money on her books, but he couldn’t say that he was waiting for her because there were times she acted as if she hated him. She wouldn’t reach out to him at all and then one day, she’d come back around like nothing ever happened.
