Page 114 of Certified To Handle You 2

“She knew why I came,” I said. “I wasn’t flyin’ to that dirty ass city to be her friend.”

Pressure took another bite of his food before askin’, “She still with that nigga?”

“Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I see his ass commentin’ on her shit every time she post. Nigga stay under every picture like he get paid for it.”

Pressure’s eyes narrowed. “So you done found the nigga?”

I looked at him and smiled. “Fuck you think?”

Kay’Lo sat back in his chair. “Here we go.”

“I know where he stay,” I told them. “Buildin’, apartment number and all. I know where he work, what he drive and what airport his ass use when he leave town.”

Pressure nodded like that was normal information to have. “A’ight.”

“I don’t understand what she see in that nigga,” I continued. “She rather stay in Greystone, deal with her mama house and be with some lame ass nigga than come live good with me.”

“Maybe she want you to give her time,” Pressure said.

“She had time,” I replied. “She had a whole damn week with me and still chose to stay.”

Kay’Lo was quiet for a second before he reached for his drink. “Speakin’ of them, Toni told me they grandma back in the hospital.”

My hand stopped near my plate. “What happened?”

“She got dizzy at home and almost fell,” Kay’Lo explained. “Her pressure shot up, and they said she was dehydrated. Since she had that mini stroke before, they kept her overnight to run tests and make sure it ain’t happen again.”

“She straight?” I asked.

“From what Toni said, yeah. They watchin’ her, but she talkin’ and movin’ around. Sha’Nelle been up there with her.”

I nodded and looked down at my food, but my appetite changed after that. Sha’Nelle loved that old woman, and I knew the last time her grandma went into the hospital had scared the hell out of her. A part of me wanted to pull my phone out right here and call her, but another part remembered she ain’t checked on me once in almost a month. I wasn’t finna reach every time somethin’ happened while she acted like I ain’t exist.

Still, the thought of her sittin’ in the hospital worried about her grandma stayed on my mind through the rest of brunch.

We finished eatin’ and talked about other shit for a while before everybody got ready to move. Pressure had to get back home, Kay’Lo had some business to handle at ‘Lo Motion and I had an order waitin’ on me at my shop. We hugged, talked our shit for another minute near the entrance and then split up in the parkin’ lot.

I drove over to Trill Hills and went inside the barbershop first. A few niggas was sittin’ around waitin’ on cuts while everybody argued about some game from the night before. Soon as they saw me, one of ‘em started talkin’ shit about how long it had been since I let anybody in there touch my head.

“I got a barber,” I told him while leanin’ against one of the empty stations. “I come in here to make sure y’all ain’t runnin’ this shit into the ground.”

The barber laughed and said, “Don’t nobody need you checkin’ on us. Go sell a gun or somethin’, nigga.”

“That’s exactly what I’m finna do,” I replied. “Make sure you sweep this dirty ass floor first.”

I kicked it with them for a while before headin’ to my gun shop. The order I needed to fill wasn’t no regular walk-in purchase. The niggas who placed it ran enough shit across a few countries that they needed equipment most people couldn’t walk into a store and ask for.

They wanted rifles fitted with custom parts, handguns with modified sights and enough ammunition to supply more than a few people.

I checked every piece myself before my men packed it. I made sure the serial records was handled the way they needed to be, verified the payment and had everything loaded into black cases without logos or nothin’ that would draw attention.

By the time the order left, the money had already cleared.

After that, I met Blaqson and spent a few hours movin’ around the island. We stopped by one of his spots, handled some shit with a nigga who owed him money and ended up smokin’ in the truck while we talked about whatever came up. I ain’t mention Sha’Nelle ‘cause I was tired of hearin’ her name in my own head, and sayin’ it out loud wasn’t gon’ fix shit.

It was late when I finally made it back to the mansion.

Pressure’s side of the crib was quiet, and I figured he was upstairs with Pluto and the kids. I went to my room, rolled up before I showered and left the blunt sittin’ in the ashtray for when I got out.