If she wasn’t taking his phone to try and call unstored
numbers back, she was breaking dishes and shit off of some shit she
thought she knew about. She never had any facts, but she was always
flipping out. I couldn’t understand why my brother was putting up
with it.
“Why are you?”
“I’m in business with her father. I’m back on.”
I skirted past a slow moving car in the far right
lane and sped through the yellow light. “Man, what? What about the
club?”
“What about the club? You know me, man. The club is
cool and so far it’s bringing in good money, but it’s not fast
enough for me. You know I’m used to being that nigga, and I can't
be out here waiting to recoup the money that I put into the club.
That’s going to take too long. Nakami’s father is Hero Yukimura,
man.”
I remained quiet. Blu had told me about Nakami’s
father, and I had honestly hoped that, after all the shit that went
down in Detroit, Grey would have had sense enough not to get knee
deep in the game again. But I knew deep down inside that Grey was a
hood nigga that couldn’t leave the streets alone. As dope as South
Beach was, it didn’t carry enough excitement to sustain my brother.
Plus, stumbling up on a connect so proper was like a sign from God,
so I couldn’t say that I blamed him.
“Yeah, Blu told me.”
“So, what's going on with you two? Ya’ll been hanging
kind of tough lately.” A goofy grin covered Grey's face as he
changed the subject.
“I don't know, man. She’s cool as fuck. I like
her.”
Truth was, I was starting to fall for her. But I
couldn’t tell my brother that. He already thought I was an ol’
R&B cupcake ass nigga, and I knew for sure he would clown me if
he knew how I felt for Blu after the short amount of time I’d known
her. Plus, the way I was feeling about her scared the shit out of
me. It was too soon to be so dizzy off a chick, and I had a feeling
that I needed to back up for a minute.
“Aw, shit! Look at your ol’ cake baking ass!” Grey
slapped me on the shoulder and let out a deep laugh. “Nah, for real
though. She’s a good look. I like her for you.”
“Aight, aight. Enough of that shit. We’re about to
shoot to Westfield Topanga and get you some new new shit, grab some
Po’ boys from Orleans and York, smash that, and then hit the city
tonight. You need to get out.” I hopped on the 101-S and headed
towards the mall.
“Hell yeah. That sounds like the move. I’m going to
hit Jerk and Tyler and see if they’re down to roll too.”
I nodded in agreement as I drove onto the crowded
freeway. Not only did Grey need to ease his frustrations, but I was
also in need of a night out. I had been up under Blu since the day
we met, and that wasn’t even me. She had me gone. There was no way
in hell I was going to go out like a sucka. So a night out would do
me some good.
****
“Ol’ fashion show ass nigga! C’mon, dawg!” I heard
Jerk yelling from downstairs. I could tell he was good and lit, so
I knew that tonight would be a wild one.
I passed by the floor to ceiling mirrors that were on
the wall next to my bed and double checked my appearance. Dressed
in a pair of black, coated slim cut jeans by Diesel, a black,
white, and gold Joyrich muscle tee, a black on black Detroit Vs
Everybody snapback, and my Jordan Spizike’s, I looked damn good.
The full sleeve of tattoos on both arms were out. I had been
letting my facial hair grow in after the last modeling gig made me
cut it, and my boy Jake had my line up crispy. I was normally on my
model shit, but tonight I felt like chillin’.
I walked down the stairs and rounded the corner to
kick it with my niggas in the kitchen. Jerk, Tyler, and Grey were
already taking back shots and had poured me one for every one that
I had missed.
“Oh, shit! It's Mani from the block in this bitch!”
Grey laughed.
“Damn, nigga! I almost didn’t recognize you without
ya model make-up on!” Tyler clowned.
“Fuck ya’ll!” I
numbers back, she was breaking dishes and shit off of some shit she
thought she knew about. She never had any facts, but she was always
flipping out. I couldn’t understand why my brother was putting up
with it.
“Why are you?”
“I’m in business with her father. I’m back on.”
I skirted past a slow moving car in the far right
lane and sped through the yellow light. “Man, what? What about the
club?”
“What about the club? You know me, man. The club is
cool and so far it’s bringing in good money, but it’s not fast
enough for me. You know I’m used to being that nigga, and I can't
be out here waiting to recoup the money that I put into the club.
That’s going to take too long. Nakami’s father is Hero Yukimura,
man.”
I remained quiet. Blu had told me about Nakami’s
father, and I had honestly hoped that, after all the shit that went
down in Detroit, Grey would have had sense enough not to get knee
deep in the game again. But I knew deep down inside that Grey was a
hood nigga that couldn’t leave the streets alone. As dope as South
Beach was, it didn’t carry enough excitement to sustain my brother.
Plus, stumbling up on a connect so proper was like a sign from God,
so I couldn’t say that I blamed him.
“Yeah, Blu told me.”
“So, what's going on with you two? Ya’ll been hanging
kind of tough lately.” A goofy grin covered Grey's face as he
changed the subject.
“I don't know, man. She’s cool as fuck. I like
her.”
Truth was, I was starting to fall for her. But I
couldn’t tell my brother that. He already thought I was an ol’
R&B cupcake ass nigga, and I knew for sure he would clown me if
he knew how I felt for Blu after the short amount of time I’d known
her. Plus, the way I was feeling about her scared the shit out of
me. It was too soon to be so dizzy off a chick, and I had a feeling
that I needed to back up for a minute.
“Aw, shit! Look at your ol’ cake baking ass!” Grey
slapped me on the shoulder and let out a deep laugh. “Nah, for real
though. She’s a good look. I like her for you.”
“Aight, aight. Enough of that shit. We’re about to
shoot to Westfield Topanga and get you some new new shit, grab some
Po’ boys from Orleans and York, smash that, and then hit the city
tonight. You need to get out.” I hopped on the 101-S and headed
towards the mall.
“Hell yeah. That sounds like the move. I’m going to
hit Jerk and Tyler and see if they’re down to roll too.”
I nodded in agreement as I drove onto the crowded
freeway. Not only did Grey need to ease his frustrations, but I was
also in need of a night out. I had been up under Blu since the day
we met, and that wasn’t even me. She had me gone. There was no way
in hell I was going to go out like a sucka. So a night out would do
me some good.
****
“Ol’ fashion show ass nigga! C’mon, dawg!” I heard
Jerk yelling from downstairs. I could tell he was good and lit, so
I knew that tonight would be a wild one.
I passed by the floor to ceiling mirrors that were on
the wall next to my bed and double checked my appearance. Dressed
in a pair of black, coated slim cut jeans by Diesel, a black,
white, and gold Joyrich muscle tee, a black on black Detroit Vs
Everybody snapback, and my Jordan Spizike’s, I looked damn good.
The full sleeve of tattoos on both arms were out. I had been
letting my facial hair grow in after the last modeling gig made me
cut it, and my boy Jake had my line up crispy. I was normally on my
model shit, but tonight I felt like chillin’.
I walked down the stairs and rounded the corner to
kick it with my niggas in the kitchen. Jerk, Tyler, and Grey were
already taking back shots and had poured me one for every one that
I had missed.
“Oh, shit! It's Mani from the block in this bitch!”
Grey laughed.
“Damn, nigga! I almost didn’t recognize you without
ya model make-up on!” Tyler clowned.
“Fuck ya’ll!” I
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