We reached The Boulevard to find the whole hood outside. We found a spot on the lot, right next to Saga and Sully. I rolled the window down, unable to contain myself. I instructed Saga to do the same.
“Bitch, that’s why you couldn’t come pick me up? You boo’d up?”
“I’m not boo’d up. Sully is just my friend. Ain’t that right, Sully.”
He shook his head, never losing focus of the blunt he was rolling.
“Yes he is,” she chuckled.
“No the fuck I ain’t. I’m trying to be her nigga. Trying to put a rock on her finger like that psychotic motherfucker put on yours.”
“Fuck you.”
I held my hand out of the window, flossing the diamonds in the sunset.
“It is kind of nice, friend.”
“Kind of?” Flocco sniggered. “Yeah. Aight.”
“I love it, baby.”
“Period, King. Get her right together.”
“You ate?” I asked Saga.
“Yeah. We just had some wings.”
“Twins.”
“That’s where y’all heading?”
“Yes. In a second.”
“Nah. I already called it in. The gone bring our shit to the car.”
“Even better,” I sighed. “You getting out?”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“After I eat.”
“Bet.”
I rolled up the window. Saga did the same.
“You think she’s going to give in?”
Flocco nodded.
“She already has. She just doesn’t know it yet.”
“And how do you know?”
“Cause y’all two motherfuckers don’t be in anybody’s face… anybody’s whip. Saga just playing the same games you like to play. But, homie has already won.”
“Like you’d already won?”
“Exactly like that. I made the nigga a bet. He ain’t got long to lock it down.”
