I shook my head. “No, you don’t. I have to go to the store today. I will pick up some catering from a Jamaican spot or something.”
I went quiet, waiting on her response. Her girls even went quiet.
“Okay, I guess that’s cool.”
I got up. “Cool, I’ma go get dressed.”
I went upstairs and threw on some sweats, a new white tee, my Forces, and my chains, and walked back downstairs, stopped in my office grabbing my work.
Islah was still on the couch talking to those girls, Renee ass sounded like she was trying to come over early. I walked over to her, leaned down, and kissed her.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
She smiled with a nod and walked outta the house.
On my drive across town, I called a few places that I knew food was hitting and asked them to put different shit together for me to pick up in a few hours. After all my calls were made, I rolled my windows down a bit to feel that bout to be fall breeze through while I smiled to myself thinking about what Keith said.
I was becoming a house nigga… but Islah, Amir, and our baby in her stomach were worth it.
After dipping through traffic for what felt like hours, I made it to the store, and from the outside, my shit looked busy.
I hopped out, spoke to some niggas on the block that were cleaning windows, and made my way inside.
The whole store damn near stopped in to greet me, some customer I had never seen before, but they knew me, and a few of my niggas that were talking to Keith while he cleaned their shit.
“Wussup with you nigga,” Slime said.
I handed the shit I worked on to one of my employees and told them to get them ready for pick up before I turned my attention to him.
“What’s good with you, Slime?” I asked.
“Same shit, different day,” he responded. “Keith told me you’ve been doin the family shit.”
I nodded with a slight smirk. “Yeah, I got my son now, getting married…been doin big shit.”
“That nigga finally moved outta the penthouse,” Keith added before Slime could respond.
I nodded, agreeing.
“That’s what it is, when you gonna break it in with a party like you did the penthouse, or your ol’ lady won’t let you,” Slime asked.
“We are having a slight housewarming party tonight. Her girls were asking her about one and shit. We didn’t have anything else to do for the day.”
“I fuck with that,” Slime added. “Me and my people will slide through.”
I pulled out my phone and sent him the address before turning toward Keith.
“Tell the gang about the housewarming shit, nothing too big tho, you know we got the wedding in a few months.”
Keith understood. “And ya bachelor party nigga, you know we gonna act a fool for that shit.”
I shook my head. “I don’t need too much for that shit, I am good with a few drinks, poker night or some shit.”
Keith smirked. “Yeah, iight nigga. But I will tell the gang about tonight.”
I shook my head and walked into. I did some slight work, checking numbers, ordering some shit I needed. After that, I went out and fucked with some customers, showing my team how to take one sale and make it two, maybe three.
Keith shook his head at me.
