We walked outta the barber shop and slid through a few more spots after that. Every hood knew somethin was serious if I was coming outta retirement. I chopped it up with a few niggas, added some more niggas to my game that I knew would do what I need and more if I asked.
By the time we pulled off from the last spot, my phone rang through the speakers.
My lawyer.
I picked that shit up quick.
“What’s the word?” I asked.
He cleared his throat. “I know I missed your calls, but I have been working behind the scenes.”
I nodded. “That’s what the fuck I like to hear, take one bullshit thing off my plate. You talk to the judge to fast-track that shit?”
“I did, I was doing work to put shit in for tomorrow when I got a call from Jada.”
I looked at Keith then back at the road.
“What the fuck she want?”
“She wants to fast-track this as well. She said she would come and sign the papers you wanted, but she wanted to get paid.”
I laughed. “Of course she did, she knew she wasn’t gonna get a dime if this shit went to court, but fuck it, when she wants the shit?”
“She is on the way to my office as we speak,” he responded quickly.
“Already, give me some time, I will be there shortly.”
I grinned as I hung up and looked at Keith.
“That bitch money hungry in the end,” Keith added.
“She’s taking the easy way out,” I muttered, hitting the blinker. “She thought the calm downed version of me was somethin’ to play with. I had to remind her.”
I switched lanes and pushed the car a lil’ faster as I thought about what I was about to do. I wasn’t stupid. I knew that Jada loved Amir in her own way, but she was also mad she couldn’t have me, and loved her freedom, attention, trips, and niggas with money. Being a tied-down single mother was never her dream, but it was the hand she chose when she crossed me.
I just didn’t think she would come to her senses this quick, but shit, I wasn’t complaining.
After fighting with traffic, we finally made it back to the store. I walked in, spoke to a few customers, checked on my staff, then went straight into my office and stood there in the middle of the room looking at the picture of Scarface I had hanging on the wall.
“The world is mine,” I mumbled to myself while looking at the picture.
I had everything I wanted in life: my boy, my wife to be, my business. The only things in the way of our peace were two people that didn’t give a fuck about anybody else but themselves.
A few minutes passed of me standing there thinking when Keith tapped on my door and walked in.
“You good, G?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, nigga. Just thinking.”
I walked over to the picture, pulled it off the wall, and unlocked my safe. After a lil’ bit of counting, I pulled out what I needed, put the picture back, and slid the money into an envelope.
“Stay here,” I said to Keith. “I’ll be back.”
He nodded, and I walked out, hopping back in my car.
My lawyer’s office wasn’t too far from my store. As soon as I pulled up, I spotted Jada’s car out front.
“Ooou, that girl gonna be ready for her payday,” I said to myself as I hopped out.
