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“What you have in mind, baby?”
Raya’s expression matched my own as she tilted her head coyly. “Well, first, I’d like an apology. You two got off quite a few too many broads and bitches for my taste.” Her nose wrinkled a little as she spoke, and Julio cursed behind me. “Also, I would like my guns replaced and maybe a couple extra for the inconvenience, along with a discount on my next order.”
“Sobre mi cadaver!” (Over my dead body!) Julio spat, and Raya leaned to the side so she could see around me.
“That can be arranged, Julio. It’s not like you’re very important to the organization. Aren’t you just filling in anyway?” Her words had him jumping to get past me, but I shrugged him off.
“No need for all that, shorty, you got it. I’ll get you the pieces you’re missing plus five and a 10 percent discount.”
“Hmmm, make it 20 percent and you got yourself a deal,” she countered, and I ran my tongue across my teeth. Normally, I would have continued to go back and forth with her until she reached a number I was more comfortable with, but we’d already wasted too much time.
“Cool.” I didn’t even acknowledge Julio’s bitching as I hit up my men on the walkie-talkie to bring out her shit. “I’ll walk y’all out.” My feet were already moving, and I fell in step with Raya, whose men trailed behind us.
“You know your uncle’s a liability. If my father or, hell, even my husband had been here, he’d be bleeding out with those muthafuckas back there,” she said once we made it to the black SUV she’d rode in.
“Aye, you fine and all, but keep your mouth off my uncle, shorty. Just to keep shit smooth though, I’ll handle all our business going forward.” I was surprised she didn’t have some smart shit to say, even though I could tell she was thinking it. Instead, she shrugged indifferently and held out a business card to me.
“Well, that’s a relief, I suppose, but just in case you want to further discuss…business.I’m always available, even after hours,” she hinted, letting me know she was on the same shit I was. Nodding, I tucked the card in my pocket and held the back door open for her, getting a glimpse of her buttery soft-looking thighs when she slid inside. I couldn’t care less that she was a loose cannon or that her husband was connected. I was definitely going to see what she was about.
Chapter 4
Cruz
As soon as Raya pulled off and Julio took his mad ass home or wherever the fuck, I headed to the crib to get dressed. I was gone keep shit light since it was just a simple bachelor party: a fresh tee, a pair of black Amiri’s, and some matching retros. After showering, I threw my clothes on and added a few pieces of jewelry, sprayed on my favorite Bond no. 9 cologne, and was on the way to get Maasai’s ass.
When I pulled up to his crib a short time later, my eyes were already low from the blunt I’d smoked on the way. Trying to be respectful, I cut the volume down, knowing that Avery was probably still up watching that nigga get ready to leave, and shot him a text that I was outside. The way his security was set up, he already knew I was out there, but instead of bringing his ass out, he messaged and told me to come inside. I cursed under my breath and took my sweet ass time shutting my car down, climbing out, and walking up to the door, hoping he’d be finished by the time I made it. Luck wasn’t on my side though, because I didn’t even get a chance to knock before Avery swung the door open.
“Heyyy. What’s up, sis?” I smiled, reaching for a hug, but she easily dodged that shit and crossed her arms as she eyed me.
“Mmhmm.” She sized me up like I didn’t have a whole foot on her, and what was even more crazy was how nervous I felt under her gaze. “So y’all just goin’ out for drinks?” The way she asked, it sounded more like an accusation than a question, and I was damn sure feeling the heat. A nigga had been interrogated by twelve a few times and was able to lie with ease, but Avery had me stuttering like a rookie.
“Y-yeah, just the regular. Maybe catch a few highlights or some shit.” She seemed unconvinced, folding her arms tighter and raising an eyebrow.
“Riiiiight, highlights.” Nodding, she took a step closer to me. “I’ma be honest, that sounds like some bullshit, but since I really don’t have any proof besides you lookin’ all shifty, I’ll give you the benefit of doubt.” She shrugged with a smile that had me inwardly sighing in relief, but just as quick as it came, it disappeared, and she pressed her finger into my chest. “But if I find out you had my husband doing anything other than what you just said, you’re gonna have to see me.” This was the second time in one night I’d been sonned by a woman, and I couldn’t even do shit but throw my hands up in surrender. Still, I was grateful when Maasai’s slow-moving ass came jogging down the stairs
“You got it, A. I don’t want no smoke with you.”
“Aye baby, don’t be standing all close to that nigga like that. He might fuck around and rub off on you,” Maasai joked, when I really should’ve been more worried about his homicidal ass rubbing off on her. As if she hadn’t just threatened me just a second before, she giggled when he reached her, instantly transforming from a thug to a delicate flower.
“Naw, Cruz is really a sweetheart. That’s the only reason why I trust you hanging out with him.” Avery gave me a look that let me know she didn’t believe that shit for a second as my boy wrapped his arms around her with mock confusion on his face.
“Sweetheart?” Maasai snorted. “Yeah, ayite.”
“Oh, so I shouldn’t trust him to take you out tonight?” Her tone turned from sugary sweet to aggressive in seconds, but I was still stuck on them talking shit about me in my face.
My face balled up, watching them going back and forth. “Y’all just gone say I ain’t shit like I ain’t standing right here?” My question fell on deaf ears as Avery waved him off and sauntered toward the living room with his puppy dog ass following right behind her.
“Bro, wait for me in the car, I’ll be right there!” he tossed over his shoulder before ducking through the doorway. He didn’t have to tell me twice. Shit, I was about ready to leave his ass all together and just hit up Raya instead. Cursing, I headed back to my car, making sure to close the door behind me. As soon as I slid behind the wheel, I pulled out my stash and a blunt so I could roll up again. I went through my texts while I smoked, seeing multiple messages from a couple of hoes, with Raven having sent the most. I wasn’t in the mood for old pussy though, so I was keeping my options open and not promising anybody I’d come through. It didn’t matter, because any one of them would answer if I hit them up on the off chance that I didn’t find something to get into.
By the time I finished smoking, Maasai was pulling the passenger door open with a big ass grin on his face. “Ayite, we’re good, let’s go,” he said, tapping the dash while I eyed him.
“Nigga, your sprung ass look like you been in there sucking toes and shit.” I only half joked, and he didn’t even try to deny it, flashing his teeth all proud like he didn’t give a fuck about me knowing some shit like that.
Chuckling, he let his seat back while I pulled off, shaking my damn head. “Aye, don’t worry about what the fuck I do to my wife! Shit, I started to stay in the crib fuckin’ around with her, but Keyani already on the way over.” His ass tried to playlike he was bullshitting, but I could hear it in his voice he really would’ve stayed had it not been for Keyani.Simp ass nigga!I was really in the same boat though, because just him mentioning Keyani’s fine ass had her on my mind. Low key, I wished he’d taken more time at the crib so I could have seen her, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and tried to replace it with what I knew was going to be a fun night.
Maasai had his head buried in his phone, no doubt texting Avery already, and we hadn’t even been gone a whole twenty minutes. I let him slide though because the more distracted he was, the better, and thankfully she kept his soft ass grinning at his screen the whole time. He only looked up when I tossed three knots of one-dollar bills in his lap. He hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped, he’d been so engrossed in what they were talking about, and when he looked from the money to the building we were parked in front of, he let out a heavy sigh.
“Nigga—”
