“It’s 80K right there. I’m not taking our son away from you, Jada,” I stated, trying to take the tension outta the room. “Amir loves you. He’s just becoming a man. It’s almost time for him to be with me, anyway.”
Jada smirked. “Or is it because you want to play fake ass family with your new bitch?”
“Put some respect on my fiancée’s and his soon to be stepmom’s name. You have the title bitch covered all by yourself, love.”
I dapped Mr. Motes up as I walked outta the conference room, and he walked me to the door.
“I will have everything taken care of for you tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, I have enough on my plate. I’m glad that she’s off it.”
I walked out and hopped in my car and sat there for a minute feeling a lil’ bit of peace, when my phone went off with a message from Amir with a picture of him and Islah getting ice cream. That shit warmed my heart more than I could ever explain.
I hearted it, then ordered that lil’ nigga something that he had been asking me for and a lil’ something for Islah before pulling off.
I had a few notifications come through with my niggas sending pictures of Gio. He was out with a big nigga, but it didn’t give bodyguard. I smiled at his effort and turned my music up, enjoying my win for the day.
Once I got back to the store, it was jumping as soon as I walked in. My niggas were in there shopping with their gang and their bitches, chains hitting against shirts while music shook through the speakers. Employees were moving around fast as hell. They knew how it got when my people came in to spend money.
“My nigga Lo!” Blacka yelled across the showroom, holding up a bottle.
I laughed and walked over to him, giving that nigga a hug.
“I ain’t seen you in a minute Blacka, fuck you been on?” I asked.
“Nigga, you ain’t been in the hood to see me. I heard you got yourself a girl now, the nigga been shacked up.”
I nodded my head while pulling out my phone to show him a picture of Islah.
“Yeah, that’s wifey right there.”
Blacka looked and gave the nod of acceptance.
“Nigga, you keep a bad one on you, and you put a ring on it, congratulations, my guy.”
I took the gang into my office, we popped some bottles and put some in the air, giving other customers a chance to shop.
“Looks like business has been good to you. You seem like a happy hood nigga,” Blacka stated.
I laughed. “I am happy. Business is great, I got a good woman on my side, and today I just got custody of my son.”
Blacka lifted his cup in the air.
“I salute you, nigga. I see why you been missing in action, and I fucks with it.”
Me and Blacka finished chopping it up while he explained to me the custom piece that he wanted. I was in my zone, drawing out what he was describing, when Keith knocked on the door and motioned for me to come out.
“Blacka, look over this. I’ma be back in a second.”
I walked out and closed my office door behind me.
“Wussup?” I asked Keith.
Keith let out a deep breath. “I need to show you this picture I got of Gio, but I need you to stay calm.”
“Nigga, show me the damn picture. You know I’m not going for that shit. Let me see the fuckin’ picture,” I said under my breath.
Keith shook his head and passed me the phone.
