“I have a nice pot, but let’s run this money up and handle this shit sooner or later.”
“Let’s do it,” Carlos said to his niggas. “Come y’all, let’s run it up.”
And with that being said, my niggas were in motion. We were going to be in the A in no time…Islah and her bitch ass nigga were gonna see me.
Sooner rather than later.
Chapter 15
Clear Vision
Amir was in the passenger seat, talking like he had the whole day planned out already.
I let him talk, keeping my hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, mind somewhere between today and everything else I had on my plate.
Amir was brushing his waves every few minutes like somebody was watching him. I glanced over every now and then and just smiled at him.
That was my boy.
We pulled up to the mall and stopped at the food court first. Amir was already complaining that he was hungry.
After getting food, and while he was telling me all the stores he was trying to hit up after, we made our way to the suit store.
Keith, Sammy, and Ricky were standing outside the store, looking at the bitches as they walked by.
I laughed as we walked up on them.
“Wussup nigga,” I said as I dapped them up.
“My mans bout to be a husband, that’s wussup!” Keith yelled out.
I smirked, but didn’t feed into it too much.
They all tried to dap Amir up, but that nigga walked past everybody going into the store.
Inside the store, it turned into what it always turned into when I was with my people.
Noise, opinions, and movement.
Amir was trying on jackets, shaking his head at some, nodding at others as he turned in the mirror, adjusting the sleeves and shit.
Keith talking about everything I picked wasn’t “serious enough.”
Ricky and Sammy were just laughing, not giving any input at all.
I wasn’t rushing shit, just letting it all happen while I stayed in my own head.
I showed one of the ladies working the green and tan that Islah found, changing gold to the accent color.
She nodded like she already understood the assignment and started pulling pieces together without making it a whole production out of it.
That’s when Amir walked back out of the fitting room again, fixing his jacket like he was getting ready for something bigger than a mall mirror.
He turned around and looked at me.
“I said I wanted all black, but this green iight too.”
I walked out in my suit that matched his, stood in the mirror and adjusted my shit, then my niggas came out of their dressing rooms in their tan suits.
