“Okay, fine then, I don’t need y’all niggas to do shit, I will take her. Just stay in the fuckin car.”
I went back to sit down, and Carlos laughed.
“Nigga, what fuckin car! You’re in this city out bad and too hung up on this girl to realize it, but nigga you look like you finna die.”
I laughed. “That’s okay, Carlos, I’ll get a fuckin car even if I have to steal it. Get her back here. She will fix us up, then I'm takin her ass back to Cali.”
Chapter 29
The Final Piece
When Islah agreed to cancel all the wedding shit and marry me sooner, she don’t even know what she did to a nigga heart.
All I been thinking about was her being my wife. All that extra shit: venues, decorations, people, none of that shit meant anything to me. I just needed her.
Islah was starting to sleep in more. Pregnancy was starting to take over lil’ by lil’, and I was loving seeing her changes.
I snuck out while she was still asleep, kissing her on her forehead before I walked out.
I got to the shop just as Keith was opening up the door. That nigga looked at me as if I was a stranger.
“Damn, I thought you forgot where the store was,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.
I laughed him off. “You know what, your remarks are not gonna get on my nerves today. A nigga is on top of the world.”
I walked in and went into my office, unpacking more custom pieces and getting them ready for pickup with my music playin’ and my smoke in the air.
After Keith got done doing his job, he came into my office to see what was up with me.
“What you on today, Brah?” Keith asked as he sat down.
I turned around in my chair. “Islah and I are canceling the wedding?—”
“Nigga what the fuck is going on?!” he yelled out before I could finish, and I laughed.
“Calm down, nigga!” I yelled out. “We are canceling to do something smaller, just me, her, and Amir.”
Keith nodded, liking the sound of it, then he raised his eyebrow.
“What about our fits! I was ready to slide into that suit.”
I laughed again. “It will get used. Let me put some shit together.”
He nodded. “So where are you doing it at?”
I sat back, glad I had somebody to talk this shit out with.
“I was thinking about in the backyard, or at the botanical garden. But then I was thinking about taking a trip to somewhere tropical, doing it on the beach or some shit like that.”
“That beach shit sound had,” Keith expressed. “When are y’all gonna do it?”
“I want to do this shit in days, like in another week.”
“You really wanted to speed it up?”
“Hell yeah, we got that nigga gone, my BM outta the way, this the last thing that we need to do, and I can’t wait any longer—I don’t want to.”
Keith understood where I was coming from.
