"What kind of surprise?"
"If I tell you, it ain't a surprise no more. Just trust me. Wear something cute."
I felt myself smile a little bit despite still being annoyed about his mama. "A'ight. What time?"
"Like in an hour. I'll see you soon."
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
He hung up, and a few seconds later, my phone buzzed with a text, it was an address on the Northside. I didn't recognize it, but I was curious now. What the fuck did Sosa have planned?
I jumped in the shower, did my hygiene, and started getting dressed. I put on some light blue ripped jeans, a white hoodie, and my white Air Max. I flat-ironed my bundles real quick, did my edges, and put on some light makeup, lashes, lip gloss, the works. By the time I was done, I looked cute as fuck.
I grabbed my purse and headed back downstairs. Shaunie was sitting at the table now, eating a plate of food and scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw me.
"You leaving?"
"Yeah."
"Where you going?"
"To meet Sosa." I opened the front door, not even trying to be friendly at this point.
"Mm-hmm. Tell my son to call me."
I didn't respond. I just walked out and got in my car, a 2022 white BMW that Sosa got me a few months ago. It was cute, but it was old and starting to have problems. The check engine light stayed on, and the air conditioner ain't work right. But it was mine, and it got me from point A to point B.
I put the address in my GPS and pulled off, blasting some Sexyy Red as I drove.
* * *
About thirty minutes later, I pulled up to a big building with a sign that saidPrestige Motors. My eyebrows shot up. This wasa luxury car dealership, the kind of place that sold Benzes, Audis, Range Rovers, all that high-end shit.
I parked and got out, looking around for Sosa, but I ain't see him nowhere. I pulled out my phone and called him.
"You here?" he answered.
"Yeah, I'm outside. Where you at?"
"Go inside and ask for somebody named Marqueez. He gon' help you."
"Help me with what?"
"You'll see. Go ahead, ma."
He hung up, and I just stood there for a second, confused as hell.
What was this nigga up to?
I walked inside the dealership, and it was nice as fuck. It had marble floors, leather couches, fancy ass cars on display. A Black dude in a suit walked up to me, smiling.
"Good morning. Welcome to Prestige Motors. How can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Marqueez?"
"That's me." He extended his hand, and I shook it. "You must be Yah-Yah."
