"Y-yeah, man, I understand—"
"I didn't hear you." Sosa shook him a little.
"I understand! I understand!"
Sosa let him go, and Rylo stumbled back, almost falling over. He looked scared as shit, and his tough guy role completely evaporated. Morgan grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away.
"Come on, baby, let's just go—"
"Yeah, take yo' broke ass nigga and get the fuck on," I said, laughing.
Sosa pulled out a thick ass stack of hundreds, all bound together with a rubber band. He peeled off ten of them, a thousand dollars and held it out to Rylo.
"Here," Sosa said.
Rylo looked confused. "What?"
"Take it. You clearly need it more than I do." Sosa shoved the money toward him. "Go pay Pee-Wee and them before they come looking for you." Rylo face turned red with humiliation but he didn't take the money.
"Nah? You too proud?" Sosa laughed and threw the cash on the ground at Rylo feet.
"There you go. Pick that shit up, broke ass nigga. I know you want too,"
"Sosa, can you just stop," Morgan said, her voice shaky. "We leaving."
"Yeah, y'all should leave before I really get disrespectful," Sosa said. Then he looked at Morgan. "And you a hoe ass bitchfor fucking over your friend like that. Y'all deserve each other. Two garbage ass mufuckas."
Morgan looked like she wanted to cry. She grabbed Rylo arm and pulled him toward the exit. Rylo was walking fast, his head down, not saying shit. The money Sosa threw on the ground stayed there, neither of them picked it up.
As soon as they was out the door, I jumped on Sosa, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him hard, my tongue in his mouth, not giving a fuck who was watching.
"Oh my God, baby, you just fucking treated the shit outta him!" I was damn near screaming with excitement. "You made his clown ass look so fucking stupid!"
Sosa grinned against my lips. "You thought I was gon' let him talk to you like that?"
"I love you so much right now."
"You better." He slapped my ass, and I squealed. "Now come on, let's finish getting you your car so we can get the fuck up outta here."
Marqueez walked over, smiling nervously. "Uh, Mr. Maddox, we ready whenever y'all are."
"Yeah, let's wrap this up," Sosa said, keeping his arm around my waist.
I looked back one more time and saw the money still on the floor.
One of the employees was picking it up, looking around confused.
I couldn't stop smiling. Sosa ain't just check Rylo, he fucking bodied him. He made him look weak, broke, and stupid in front of everybody. And I got to watch the whole thing. And I’m not gon lie, seeing my nigga flex on him, was one of the best moments of my life.
* * *
We got back to the crib around 3 PM, and I was still on cloud nine. Sosa had signed all the paperwork for my new car. I chose a white Mercedes G-Wagon with red leather interior. It was sitting in the garage right now, and I swear I kept looking at it every five minutes just to make sure it was real.
But Sosa had other plans as soon as we walked through the door.
He grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into him, his lips on my neck. "You know you gotta thank me properly, right?"
I giggled, feeling his hands sliding down to my ass. "Oh, I gotta thank you?"