it to his ass. It didn’t make it look no better when Zeek said he was going to holla at them, and she begin to chat with that nigga along with her thot ass friend. I didn’t like the either of those chicks, and I had my reasons.
See, my mother and Renzo’s mother were best friends, but both of my parents were killed in a drug deal gone wrong. My father and Renzo's father ran the streets heavy back in the day, and our mothers, well, of course they were their riders, so when they were killed, Renzo's mother took me in with no hesitation. That's the nigga I was going to ride for.
When I turned eighteen, I received some money off of an insurance policy my parents left for me. I gave Renzo's people some money for looking after me, and I went and enrolled my ass into barber school. By twenty, I had my first shop, and Renzo was driving 18 wheelers. We were still hustling, but his father didn't know that shit. It wasn't like we had to do it; we were just being greedy. Renzo got caught up on a run, and Jessa took the charge. I knew why the bitch did the shit. Hell, she was trying to get in good, but I saw right through her.
We all went to school together, so I knew what she was about, and honestly, I just didn’t care for her ass. I felt like she did the same type of shit as her girl Tasha, and she was the biggest thot then and still to this day. She was always trying to get with me, but I wasn't feeling that shit. I wanted a bitch who wanted more out of life than free rent and Birkin bags.
Jessa used to be a go-getter, but the second Renzo said I do, all that shit changed. I guess it wasn't nothing wrong with a woman that didn't work, but from the things Renzo said, she wasn't handling her wifely duties either. Before that nigga married her, I asked him more than once was he sure that he was ready to make that leap, and he said yes. Now, two years later, he was seeing what everyone else saw all along. No one liked that bitch, and I honestly couldn't believe he went and said I do, but that was my brother, so of course I was gonna support him; that didn't mean I had to like her ass for one second, though.
"Well, you know my door is always open for you. Come thru; I got the Henny on deck." I said. We talked a few seconds longer before releasing the call. I flipped through the channels before finally settling for highlights on ESPN. It was a Friday night, and my bored ass was finna entertain my best friend. We needed to go to a naked booty club or some shit. I needed some damn entertainment, and sitting around talking about Jessa definitely wasn't it.
That nigga made it to my place about thirty minutes after our phone conversation. We were some northside niggas all day, but when we got a little money, we moved far away from the hood. That nigga had a nice ass house in Atascocita, and I had a house off of 290 and 1960. It wasn't as nice as his shit, but I didn't have a family either. I wanted that shit one day, but for right now, what I had would work just fine. Especially, if I had to go through all the shit my boy was going through. Nope, I would pass on that shit.
"Man, I'm done with that bitch." He said, as soon as he walked through the door. I passed that nigga a drink, and we went and sat in the living room.
"So what did she say?" I asked, referring to the picture.
"Man, she didn't know what the fuck to say, so she started crying. I can't deal with this new Jess man. Then, I didn't even tell you Raven over there telling momma Jess be hollering at her, cursing her, all types of stuff man."
"No shit."
"Bruh, I'm so serious right now. So you know momma was pissed the fuck off. I'm just like fuck this marriage. I want out, so I told her ass tonight I want a divorce." He said. He took a sip of his drink, and I took a sip from mine. I wasn’t expecting all this shit he had just said.
"What was her response then?" I asked, curious to see how that bitch was going to weasel her ass out of that
See, my mother and Renzo’s mother were best friends, but both of my parents were killed in a drug deal gone wrong. My father and Renzo's father ran the streets heavy back in the day, and our mothers, well, of course they were their riders, so when they were killed, Renzo's mother took me in with no hesitation. That's the nigga I was going to ride for.
When I turned eighteen, I received some money off of an insurance policy my parents left for me. I gave Renzo's people some money for looking after me, and I went and enrolled my ass into barber school. By twenty, I had my first shop, and Renzo was driving 18 wheelers. We were still hustling, but his father didn't know that shit. It wasn't like we had to do it; we were just being greedy. Renzo got caught up on a run, and Jessa took the charge. I knew why the bitch did the shit. Hell, she was trying to get in good, but I saw right through her.
We all went to school together, so I knew what she was about, and honestly, I just didn’t care for her ass. I felt like she did the same type of shit as her girl Tasha, and she was the biggest thot then and still to this day. She was always trying to get with me, but I wasn't feeling that shit. I wanted a bitch who wanted more out of life than free rent and Birkin bags.
Jessa used to be a go-getter, but the second Renzo said I do, all that shit changed. I guess it wasn't nothing wrong with a woman that didn't work, but from the things Renzo said, she wasn't handling her wifely duties either. Before that nigga married her, I asked him more than once was he sure that he was ready to make that leap, and he said yes. Now, two years later, he was seeing what everyone else saw all along. No one liked that bitch, and I honestly couldn't believe he went and said I do, but that was my brother, so of course I was gonna support him; that didn't mean I had to like her ass for one second, though.
"Well, you know my door is always open for you. Come thru; I got the Henny on deck." I said. We talked a few seconds longer before releasing the call. I flipped through the channels before finally settling for highlights on ESPN. It was a Friday night, and my bored ass was finna entertain my best friend. We needed to go to a naked booty club or some shit. I needed some damn entertainment, and sitting around talking about Jessa definitely wasn't it.
That nigga made it to my place about thirty minutes after our phone conversation. We were some northside niggas all day, but when we got a little money, we moved far away from the hood. That nigga had a nice ass house in Atascocita, and I had a house off of 290 and 1960. It wasn't as nice as his shit, but I didn't have a family either. I wanted that shit one day, but for right now, what I had would work just fine. Especially, if I had to go through all the shit my boy was going through. Nope, I would pass on that shit.
"Man, I'm done with that bitch." He said, as soon as he walked through the door. I passed that nigga a drink, and we went and sat in the living room.
"So what did she say?" I asked, referring to the picture.
"Man, she didn't know what the fuck to say, so she started crying. I can't deal with this new Jess man. Then, I didn't even tell you Raven over there telling momma Jess be hollering at her, cursing her, all types of stuff man."
"No shit."
"Bruh, I'm so serious right now. So you know momma was pissed the fuck off. I'm just like fuck this marriage. I want out, so I told her ass tonight I want a divorce." He said. He took a sip of his drink, and I took a sip from mine. I wasn’t expecting all this shit he had just said.
"What was her response then?" I asked, curious to see how that bitch was going to weasel her ass out of that
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