I smirked at her, cuffing her face in my hand, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Oh, damn baby, I chose, it just wasn’t you. Now, make sure you keep your head up and take care of your bills. I’m done with that shit, too.”
“Get the fuck out, Gio!” she yelled, pointing her finger toward her front door.
I pushed the door open and walked out to my car. As I hopped in, I pulled my phone out, about to check on Islah to see if she was away, when outta my peripheral, I saw Trina running out screaming.
“Nigga, you stole my fuckin’ crack! You stole my fuckin’ shit.”
I couldn’t believe she was blasting that shit through her neighborhood.
I started my car while laughing at her, and by this time she was bangin’ on my window.
“Nigga. you hear me! You fuckin’ hear me!”
I never responded. My Hell Cat just took off with her chasing behind me, knowing damn well she was never gonna catch me.
After stopping to get some green juice, I pulled back up to my hood and hopped out with my drink in my duffel bag.
“Where the fuck you been, nigga?” Big Bully asked me.
I handed him the duffel bag. He quickly looked inside, and his head shot back up at me.
“You went and fucked that dumb bitch again?”
I laughed, but that nigga had a straight face.
“Nah, I went over there to get on her for sending pictures and shit to my phone and to let her know our lil’ arrangement is over with.”
He handed me back the bag.
“Oh shit! Did Islah find out?”
I shook my head fast.
“Hell nah, nigga, don’t eva put some shit like that out in the world. Islah is just asking for more, kid, a house, the normal shit.”
Bully agreed.
“It’s about damn time; it’s been some years. I’m surprised she ain’t put pressure on your ass before this.”
“Yeahh…she deserves all that tho, and if I’ma do it, I’ma do it right. Trina had to go.”
“I’m proud of you, my nigga. I’m ready to step out on the block in a suit,” Bully said, dappin’ me up. “But that still don’t tell me how you got all this crack, nigga!”
I chuckled. “Oh yeah, I stole that shit from her dumb ass.”
Bully paused and bussed out laughing.
“Nigga, you ran off on that bitch?”
I smirked. “Hell nah…I walked out to my car, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout run?”
We laughed as Bully shook his head. “What’s the moves for the day then?”
“We feed the streets, you take ya cut, and my girl get ha ring.”
Bully nodded. “Say less, my nigga. I’ma send out a message and get me a snack.”