Page 2 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
She delivered that look as if she was giving a warning. Akira was bisexual, but she leaned more toward the women than anything. She’d tell you in a heartbeat that when it came to ain’t shit niggas, she was the epitome of one. One thing this duo didn’t play ‘bout was being fucked over by no man.
“Bitch, I wish I would. I’m gon’ look all day every day ‘cause I like titties and ass, now gone,” she said waving me off. “How the hell you wake up married? Where did you go?”
She extended the blunt in my direction, and I gladly took it from her. I was still blown by the fact that I was somebody’s wife. Hell, if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure if the nigga I gave my pussy to was the same nigga I was married to. My high was blown before I could even enjoy it.
“So, you know how I been avoiding all this shit with my cousins, right? Cool. I get to my condo in Vegas, immediately hit Juri for the itinerary ‘cause it ain’t a day of the week the heffa ain’t got a list of parties to go to. She like, come down to Marquee. DJ Frames throwing a party for his homeboys that was there on vacation. I get dressed, head over, and baby boo, it’s live. You hear me.”
She threw her hand up and brought it to me. We slapped hands, and she carried on with, “You better believe I know. So, you went to Marquee and ran into him?”
“Hell no. I went to Marquee and ran into Frames. He invited me to his section, I saw bottles on top of bottles, and that’s all I remember. I can’t tell you how me or that man even got in each other’s space. It’s literally all a blur Kira. I think somebody drugged me,” I answered trying my hardest to jog something about last night.
Plucking the blunt from my hand, she stood, and said, “You need to keep yo’ ass out of the state of Nevada. Going out there embarrassing me and shit. I can’t believe you. Now you marriedto a stranger, and we got to play Inspector fuckin’ Gadget to figure out who getting my half of the funds,” she fussed.
Back in high school, we promised each other if we wasn’t married by thirty-five, we’d wed each other. She lucked up because my thirty-fifth was sure enough in a few weeks. Women wasn’t my type, but The Oath never specified who I needed to marry either. I had no problem giving my bitch half the residuals.
“I’m sorry,” I whined following suit. I wrapped my arms around her waist stopping her from leaving.
“Save it for whoever the hell yo’ husband is. Did Pops cook?” she asked changing the subject.
I nodded saying, “Yeah, my mama asked him to throw something on the grill. He gon’ do whatever she ask even if they aren’t together. I’m trying to have a nigga down bad behind me like that.”
“As soon as you find yo’ husband, you will. Ma Castina been having him sniff her ass for thirty plus years. He’s exactly where he want to be when it comes to her. I’m high, hungry, and I just know he threw down. Come on,” she said pulling me along.
When it came down to Akira, I could count on her for anything. She really was my rock. Both of us could get down with the roughest of the niggas, but we hated it to the core. We were always the realest niggas in the room as well. Let’s not forget that shit. Me and my girl just wanted to be soft for once. Still sell drugs, bust our Glocks, and play spades, but be soft at the same time.
We cut up the way we did because we had to. There was nothing decent ‘bout this generation of men. Me and my bitch had more money, more assets, and more truths than lies. We were a rarity but there was absolutely no man out there to match. Being free and playing the cards we were dealt was all we could do.
Since I drove to Opulent Clouds, I tossed the keys to Kira to drive back. I’d scooped her up right after Royce chewed me out. She was the only one I knew would ground me.
The drive back to the compound consisted of me with my feet out the window and Kira swerving in and out of lanes. Was I the only bitch in Sage Springs with a G-Wagon? Not at all, but I was the only bitch that had it decked out the way I did. Cocaine white, green trimming, and the white rims to match. It didn’t matter what I purchased, I was gon’ find a way to insert some green somewhere.
Phoenix was bumped all the way there. His latest album was self-titled and had some hits on it fa sho’. Plus, we supported the fam. He was engaged to Heidi’s best friend so anyone that was close to her was close to us. The family attended plenty concerts of his.
My father was the middle child out of his siblings and behaved like one. Although my aunt Rhema passed before I could meet her, I heard she gravitated more toward my Pops than Uncle Royce. It could’ve been due to the fact that he was quiet and standoffish. He only spoke when things didn’t sit right with him, when his family needed him, or when my mama was around. Other than that, he preferred to be off the grid.
While others lived side by side on the compound, his crib was closer to the gate. He didn’t care for the family nonsense too much. Don’t underestimate him though. He laid plenty folk down behind us.
Kira pulled in the driveway, and I could smell the food on the grill instantly. My stomach started growling instantly. I hopped out the whip and made my way inside. The music was flowing, and I heard my mama singing. I was trying to figure out why them two been on such good terms lately.
As I approached her, the smell of her famous baked beans hit my nose. I could sit and eat on her food all day. Trust me when I say I ate good all the time with my parents around.
“Hey Mama, you look happy,” I said walking over placing a kiss on her cheek.
Castina wasn’t my birth mother, but she was the only woman I’d known my entire life. She cared for me like I was her daughter, and I never once thought to correct her. Plus, my father only showed interest in her and her alone. His one mistake cost them a potential marriage. He regretted it every day ‘cause one thing my mama did was make him feel it.
“I am. Today is the first day of my vacation. Since I got time off, Ryan was willing to grill some things and get me started right. Also, I missed Bentley and Heidi’s last visit. I didn’t want to miss this one. Where’s Kira?” she inquired.
Anybody that knew me, knew my bitch was always with me. “Right here, Ma. You got it smelling good. Is it done?” Kira came in lifting the foil on the pans.
“Is you high?” my mama countered with a smile.
“Always,” Kira answered forking the mac and cheese. She was popped right on the hand. She knew my mama didn’t play that.
“Get your hands out my food, Kira. I’m not going to say it again. Wait until everybody else come up. I done told you and Cedees to leave that weed alone,” she fussed.
“I know the pot ain’t calling the kettle black. You got it smelling good up in here, but I smell straight Za coming from the patio. I know for a fact you and Pops been blowing it down,” I chimed.
“Stay out of grown folks’ business,” she threw back.
