“Shit if that’s whatchu call it.”
“Mya made it here yet?” he asked me and I side-eyed him.
“Yea she here, but leave my sister alone, Trigg. You know ain’t you gon do right by her.”
“Mannnn, whatever. She the one started fuckin’ with that nigga on me. I still can’t believe she did that shit. But it’s cool.”
“Anddddd that’s not my business, that’s y’all shit,” I shrugged.
He opened the back door for me, but Miss Shaunie’s voice cut through the air before I even stepped inside.
“‘Bout time you brought the groceries in, what took yo’ ass so long girl? Hey, Traylin, how you been, baby?” she said to Trigg as he placed the groceries on the kitchen counter.
“I’m good, Miss Shaunie,” Trigg replied then he spotted Sontae and scooped him up.
“What’s up, nephew?” He kissed his cheek. “Yo, I’m takin’ him outside with the fellas. It’s too soft up in here.”
We all laughed, except Mya, who called after him, “Make sure you watch my damn nephew, Trigg!”
“Shorty this my nephew too, at least you could speak to a nigga first before hollering out demands.”
“Whatever.”
“If you miss a nigga just say that don’t find any lil reason to say some shit to me.”
“Nigga fuck you.” Mya hollered out and I laughed. Trigg walked out the door but didn’t respond back to her.
Once they were gone, Mya shook her head. “He misses me, huh?”
“Mmhm,” I chuckled,
“Girl, fuck Trigg. That nigga don’t miss me; he misses this cat and the drama but not me.”
From the island, Shaunie chimed in without looking up from peeling potatoes. “Y’all young girls don’t know nothin’ ‘bout keeping a man. Men cheat. Men become emotionally unavailable at times, but that shit comes with the territory. If you cry about it every time, you gon’ end up broke and alone. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to keep yo’ man.”
Mya’s head snapped up. “Shaunie, I’m not desperate for a man, a boyfriend, nor a fucking husband, nothing. I got my own motion. A cheating, emotionally unavailable nigga ain’t my idea of security.” I grinned. My baby sis never folded.
That’s when I heard the deep purr of Sosa’s Hellcat slid into the driveway, bass rattling the windows.
I peeked out the kitchen window, ready to light his ass up about being overly late. But when I saw him step out, grinning like a man who ran the city, diamonds dancing on his wrist and gleaming in his ears, sweat glistening on his dark chocolate skin, my mouth stayed shut for a second. This man was as fine as they came and he was all mine.
He dapped up the crew scattered across the lawn, all of them riding that high you only get after a big win. I’d heard bits of it about a freight train they hit. Them niggas came up on some shit. Whatever it was had the whole GMB moving like kings today.
Sontae was in the grass pushing his truck through the dirt and Trigg was leaning against the fence, he had a beer in one hand, while he kept a lazy eye on him.
“It look like them niggas just touched some money.”
“Probably did,” I muttered with a smirk.
The yard was all summer smoke from the grill, bass from somebody’s speaker thumping low, voices loud and laughing. From here, it felt like just another good day. But I’ve also learned that in this life good days don’t last forever.
Sosa
The first thing I did when I walked in the back door was slide my arm around Yah-Yah ’s waist, lean down, and kiss that pretty ass mouth of hers before she could start nagging a nigga. She tasted like whatever lip gloss she had on, and it was sweet and sticky.
“You mad at me?” I asked, grinning because I already knew the answer.
“Mad as fuck, you stay not answering that damn phone,” she shot back, still stirring her pot like she was tryna murder the macaroni.