Page 1 of The Richest Gangstas in the Room
PROLOGUE
Yah-Yah ….
“I swear, this nigga gon’ make me catch a case.”
I slammed my phone down on the marble counter after trying Sosa’s line for the fifteenth damn time. My patience was gone. I stood over the steaming pot of macaroni, stirring like a fucking maniac. I was irritated by his ass to the fullest extent.
Across the kitchen, my two-year-old, Sontae, sat in the middle of the floor with his paw patrol trucks, making “vroom” noises, the sound only adding to my frustration. He just didn’t know that his mama was one vroom away from losing her shit.
The security alarm beeped and my back door opened. In came my little sister, Mya, with four heavy-ass Walmart bags weighing her down.
“Girl, this nigga Sosa better be glad I love his ass like a brother,” she huffed, dropping the bags on the counter. “I could be laid up in the Bahamas right now with my new lil boo, not out here sweating and runnin’ errands for these hungry ass niggas.”
“Bitchhh, who you telling?” I laughed, even though my nerves were fried. “At least you ain’t hosting. I’m in here cooking for over fifty grown-ass men like I’m the damn caterer. This some bullshit.” Mya chuckled, scooping my son off the floor.
“Heyyyy, Tee-Tee baby…” she kissed all over his cheeks until he giggled. “That’s what you get for being wifey to the head nigga in charge of GMB. You signed up for this shit, sis.”
I gave her the look. The one that says stop playing before I cuss. “That’s exactly the problem,” I muttered. “This nigga thinks I’m his personal slave every time he got a meeting. Like I don’t got my own life. He ain’t put no ring on shit yet,”
“Shid yo’ life became his when you had his baby.” Mya chuckled and I only rolled my eyes, but shit she was right and sometimes I hated it. Right on cue, my phone rang and it was Sosa’s irritating ass. “Finally,” I answered. “You still haven’t brought the ribs. They not gon’ be done on time.”
“I ordered from I-57 Rib House,” he said like it was nothing.
“And yo,’ my mama slide through yet?”
“No, yo’ mama ain’t here.” I sassed.
“Aight, she should be on her way. When she gets there, tell her I want her to make the potato salad.” He said and I frowned.
“So, you don’t like mine?”
“I love yours, baby. I just got a taste for my mama’s today.”
“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot…you are a mama’s boy,” I shot back.
“Yah-Yah, chill with that shit. I’m on my way,” he said. I hung up without saying another word.
Mya’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What the fuck he say?”
“He waiting on his mama…” I mocked his voice, making her crack up.
And just like the devil himself heard us talking, Miss Shaunie, his mama, and the mother-in-law who thought I wasn’t good enough for her son, busted through the backdoor.
“Yah-Yah, go grab those groceries out my car. I need to get this potato salad ready before my son gets here.” she ordered without so much as a hello.
I looked at Mya. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. I kissed Sontae on his forehead and headed outside. I had respect for Sosa’s mama but not love. I couldn’t stand her ass honestly, but my parents didn’t raise me to disrespect my elders.
Her Range Rover was sitting in my driveway like this was her home, she should’ve parked on the street with the rest of the cars. But of course, Shaunie did things her way. I just shook my head as I opened the backdoor and started to grab the Jewel-Osco bags from the back seat, and as I crossed the lawn, I felt all the eyes from the niggas posted up out front. None of them said a word to me. They knew better than to speak to me without Sosa being present.
“Aye, Sis, you cool? I can grab them bags” Sosa’s right-hand, Trigg, offered, taking the bags from me.
“Thanks Bro, because I was swear I just got irritated all over again, today is gon’ be a long ass day.” I expressed.
“Mommy dearest in there, huh?” he smirked.
“Yup, her ghetto mean ass is already talking shit,” I laughed.
“Don’t let her get to you. You know Shaunie means well.” He chuckled.
