Page 79 of Just Listen
I laughed again, once I realized that I’d captured it all on video, before ending the recording.
“Okay. Now, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Of course, we stopped to kiss Khari, while her and Ms. Shelia were chilling on the third floor, before making our departure. We then hopped into his beamer, and dropped the top, ready to see what the city had in store for us.
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We’d been cruising through the city, after making a pit stop at a liquor store to grab some Don Julio, a sweet Moscato, and a mixer to make some drinks. It was a concoction that my mama had put me onto and now I couldn’t go without it.
No lie, I was beyond tipsy and was feeling good. It was a warm eighty degrees outside and the city unquestionably came alive at night.
Recording myself for my IG story, I laughed once I realized that my goofy ass was now wearing one of Malice's chains. It was blinging under the lens, and I was tickled by the gaudiness of it, reminding me of the rich-broke IG girls who walked around like niggas with the big ass pieces and chains around their necks. All the while, Malice was leaning hard, with a pistol in his lap.
At some point, we stopped at a random gas station, once we were in his neck of the woods. Acres Homes. He’d pulled up, and hopped out, while a gang of niggas were standing out front.
“What’s up?” He greeted the crowd and they all spoke at once.
“Damn, Malice, that’s your lil’ mama in the car?” One of the guys questioned.
Malice nodded with a devious grin. “She’s fucking gorgeous, aint she?”
The dude stroked his goatee and nodded. “Hell, yeah.”
“Alright, well don’t look too hard, nigga. Cause we gon get in the field about that one.” He dropped the smile, before pushing the door in and stepping into the store.
I guess that was all Malice had to say, because those dudes kept their distance and said nothing directly to me. When he returned to the car, he had my favorite honey jalapeño Rap Snack chips, causing me to smile. Funnily, I’d never told him that I liked those, but he must’ve peeped that I had some in the pantry.
“Here you go, baby.” He handed the chips over. “I figured—” He got out, before his cell rang via Bluetooth. “Yeah, what’s popping?” He answered the call, as he was backing away from the store.
“Nephew, where you at?” A mature sounding man questioned.
“Shit, I’m in the hood. What’s up?” Malice quizzed, while pulling onto the main road.
“Yeah? Then pull up. I want you to see what I’ve done to the bar.”
“Alright. That’s a bet, unc. I’m in route right now.”
“Alright,” the man responded, before disconnecting the call.
Malice licked his lips, while gripping the steering wheel. “My uncle got this little hole in the wall around the corner. I’m finna pull up.”
I shrugged. “Hey, fine by me.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I likes that shit. Just go with the flow.”
Malice
Pulling up to my uncle’s club, I smiled. That nigga had been talking about remodeling for a minute, and after I became a silent investor, he was finally able to make shit happen. Personally, I didn’t wanna be hands-on with the project but had managed to send some contractors his way. And now, there was a extended patio area, that nearly doubled the space.
“Malice, my nigga!” Stanley the old school barback excitedly greeted me.
Smirking, I glanced at Big Baby. “Come on, let’s get out.”
She nodded, before easing out of the whip. I paused for a second to admire that round ass in those shorts.
“Oh, my God,” Stanley fawned over her, as she was rolling the shorts back down her thick thighs. “The man upstairs took his time with you, baby girl,” he complimented, before glancing at me. “Malice, boy, you moving up to the big leagues, aint cha?”
Hopping out of the car, I chuckled. “You already know, ole G.”
