at her like he just wanted to fade away. âOh, yeah, about all that you didnât do for me when I was locked up, well I guess I got my revenge for all of the suffering. Iâm sure you remember her, donât you?â Kima said calmly placing a picture of Allison down on the small metal table that separated her from Kori. He looked down at the picture and then looked up at Kima.
âWhat the fuck?â Kori said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âYou should watch who you bring home from the club to our . . . Oops, I mean your house,â Kima said, letting out a wicked laugh. Before Kori could say another word, Kima sauntered away.
âC.O., Iâm ready to be let out,â she called out as she kept walking. âI hate being behind bars for anything, especially visiting a nigga doing hard time,â she said laughing again. Kori looked on in shock. He was left speechless.
When Kima exited the prison she saw her ride waiting for her. She rushed over to the car and slid into the front passengerâs seat.
âYou aâight, baby girl?â Smoke asked her.
Kima looked over at him and smiled. âI am just fine. I donât think your boy could believe how the cards played out though,â Kima replied.
âFuck him! He probably almost died when he saw that you were out!â Allison screamed from the back seat. Kima turned around in her seat with a big smile on her face.
âGirl, he looked like he had seen a ghost,â Kima told her. They started laughing.
âDid you tell him it was on a technicality like how I got out?â Allison asked.
âHell no! I wasnât telling that nigga shit. I wasnât giving his ass no ideas to be up in the fuckinâ law library researching,â Kima answered.
The three of them drove for a while laughing and talking. Smoke and Kima dropped Allison off at her place near Gunhill Road in the Bronx. But not before Smoke handed her a small duffle bag with cash. Allison thanked him and told Kima she would see her in a few days for their girlâs night out.
When Smoke and Kima were alone, he leaned over in her direction and grabbed her head. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply.
âThank you for agreeing to my plan. I knew it would all go smoothly. Nobody knows that nigga Kori better than me, not even him,â Smoke told her.
âIt was my pleasure. Thank you for coming through for me when I was on lock down. If it wasnât for you, not only would I still be doing hard time, but that nigga would still be walking around in the world while I served his bid. I am grateful,â Kima said solemnly.
Smoke drove her to the gravesite her cousin Lawanda had bought for her son. Kima took a deep breath before she got out of the car. Smoke held her hand as they walked together to the site. Kima broke down when she looked down at the slate headstone. Smoke hugged her tightly while she cried into his chest. Kima and Smoke stayed at the cemetery until she was all cried out. Then, they drove back to his place.
âYou can stay here if you want to, baby girl. Iâm sayinâ, Iâm feeling you. I always have been,â he said to her as they sat in his living room.
âI just came by to get the money. I am going to go off and start my own life. I want to live for me for a change. I hope you can understand that,â Kima said softly.
Smoke nodded his agreement. He handed her the money as promised. Kima stood up and before she left his house she turned to him. âWhen we are made, we donât ask to be born into this hard knock life. Life and death in the hood simply put is hard, whether you doing the hard time inside or outside,â she said with finality.
Smoke understood just what she was talking about. Shit was hard where they came from, and probably in every hood in America was just as hard.
Twisted Triangles
by
Katt
Chapter One
The sound of the ringing Bluetooth in his ear broke
âWhat the fuck?â Kori said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âYou should watch who you bring home from the club to our . . . Oops, I mean your house,â Kima said, letting out a wicked laugh. Before Kori could say another word, Kima sauntered away.
âC.O., Iâm ready to be let out,â she called out as she kept walking. âI hate being behind bars for anything, especially visiting a nigga doing hard time,â she said laughing again. Kori looked on in shock. He was left speechless.
When Kima exited the prison she saw her ride waiting for her. She rushed over to the car and slid into the front passengerâs seat.
âYou aâight, baby girl?â Smoke asked her.
Kima looked over at him and smiled. âI am just fine. I donât think your boy could believe how the cards played out though,â Kima replied.
âFuck him! He probably almost died when he saw that you were out!â Allison screamed from the back seat. Kima turned around in her seat with a big smile on her face.
âGirl, he looked like he had seen a ghost,â Kima told her. They started laughing.
âDid you tell him it was on a technicality like how I got out?â Allison asked.
âHell no! I wasnât telling that nigga shit. I wasnât giving his ass no ideas to be up in the fuckinâ law library researching,â Kima answered.
The three of them drove for a while laughing and talking. Smoke and Kima dropped Allison off at her place near Gunhill Road in the Bronx. But not before Smoke handed her a small duffle bag with cash. Allison thanked him and told Kima she would see her in a few days for their girlâs night out.
When Smoke and Kima were alone, he leaned over in her direction and grabbed her head. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply.
âThank you for agreeing to my plan. I knew it would all go smoothly. Nobody knows that nigga Kori better than me, not even him,â Smoke told her.
âIt was my pleasure. Thank you for coming through for me when I was on lock down. If it wasnât for you, not only would I still be doing hard time, but that nigga would still be walking around in the world while I served his bid. I am grateful,â Kima said solemnly.
Smoke drove her to the gravesite her cousin Lawanda had bought for her son. Kima took a deep breath before she got out of the car. Smoke held her hand as they walked together to the site. Kima broke down when she looked down at the slate headstone. Smoke hugged her tightly while she cried into his chest. Kima and Smoke stayed at the cemetery until she was all cried out. Then, they drove back to his place.
âYou can stay here if you want to, baby girl. Iâm sayinâ, Iâm feeling you. I always have been,â he said to her as they sat in his living room.
âI just came by to get the money. I am going to go off and start my own life. I want to live for me for a change. I hope you can understand that,â Kima said softly.
Smoke nodded his agreement. He handed her the money as promised. Kima stood up and before she left his house she turned to him. âWhen we are made, we donât ask to be born into this hard knock life. Life and death in the hood simply put is hard, whether you doing the hard time inside or outside,â she said with finality.
Smoke understood just what she was talking about. Shit was hard where they came from, and probably in every hood in America was just as hard.
Twisted Triangles
by
Katt
Chapter One
The sound of the ringing Bluetooth in his ear broke
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