Page 33 of Just Like Summer

“Straight like that,” Cairo muttered. “It’s some complications around it that I’m not getting into out here.”

“Complications…you finna get active behind that? You hit already?” Nate asked.

“Everything ain’t about getting pussy, nigga,” Cairo gritted, making sure Kamilla couldn’t hear Nate’s loud ass.

“Pussy is always the end goal,” Nate gritted back. “Anyway, we getting active. You know how I get when I sit still.”

“It’s because your mama drank when she was pregnant with you. You off, for real. And furthermore, I’m getting active. You’re still sitting the fuck down,” Cairo corrected. “Activity is already in motion.”

“At least tell me what the fuck happened,” Nate queried, just as nosy as Dania.

Cairo clenched his jaw. “Two parts – she’s Martez’s fake cousin.”

“Nigga, is this some get-back shit?” Nate whooped. “I knew you were crazy. But to go there?”

“Would you shut the fuck up? No. That shit is deeper than I even wanna dive into. Just know the nigga’s heart is still going because of her. But that leads me to the second part. QaMeesha attacked her today on some jealous shit. So I hollered at Sapphire to make a move,” Cairo shared.

“Ohh shit. You know Sapph been itching to put QaMeesha in the pavement for what she did to her brother,” Nate jeered.

Sapphire Jones was the one the Azul Hearts called on when it came to a female getting correction. She didn’t mind fighting until her opponent was left bloodied on the pavement. A paid handler but when it came to QaMeesha, she took the mission for free. Before QaMeesha turned to a life of hoing and working at a dead-end job, she was heavily involved with Gunna Jones. He crowned her his woman and the only thing he asked for in turn was loyalty. However, when the Feds came and the streets got hot, she turned on him landing him in prison for twenty years. Sapphire vowed to never forget and anytime she could get her hands on QaMeesha, she would. Cairo was sure by the time his phone dinged, QaMeesha would be unrecognizable and where he stood would be crystal clear.

“I know.”

Nate looked over at Cairo. “You about to take this a step forward, huh?”

“What’s my name, nigga?” Cairo questioned.

“C4,” Nate answered coolly.

“The way I see it, if she can’t go there and work peacefully, ain’t nobody going to work. Feel me?”

“Thought we was laying low?” Nate teased.

“You and your nigga, Tiny, laying low. Sometime you got to send shit up in smoke.”

Nate looked at him for a long moment. “Nigga, you in love.”

“Relax, that’s my friend. We kicking it.”

A hearty laugh left Nate’s lips. “Remember when I said that about D? Now look at us. You ain’t never been a man to lie. But I see you, though. But riddle me this, how you moving in and out of CK territory with her?”

“First of all, we know I can move anywhere in L.O. without fuckin’ issue. Second of all, I’m not.”

Nate’s mouth dropped and he peered at Cairo in amazement. “And you ain’t hit that?”

“Nah. Fix your face, nigga, they coming back,” Cairo muttered. He walked away, leaving Nate astounded. Meeting Kamilla halfway, he retrieved the food from her hands and led her to a table.

“Where’s the food?” Nate asked, looking at Dania.

“Up there waiting on you to grab it,” she returned, taking a seat next to Kamilla. “I never thought the day would come where we could double date with Cairo.”

Cairo rolled his eyes. “You see?”

Kamilla laughed and nodded. “My bad. I won’t say it again.”

“Nate, look,” Dania crooned. “They are locked in.”

“Mhmm, I see it. Where you from, Kamilla?”