Page 201 of The Ninth
Ben laughed as Devyn and I ran from Liv. Her lil swole ass caught us before we could leave the bar, snatching the phone away.
Liv: AND YOU HOES ALWAYS PLAYING! Hello? Who the hell is this?!
Ben: Bro, Liv. I told you, you couldn’t call them hoes anymore after Mac tried to file that lawsuit.
Liv: Man, whatever. Everything smooth?
Ben: Yeah. You know a customer named Juan?
Liv: Oh, Big Money Juan?! Hell yeah, he VIP. The richest in the city. Well, he was.
Someone gasped loudly in the background. Devyn and I looked at each other.
Ben: What that mean?
Liv: Niggas be richer, allegedly…
I giggled while turning around, throwing my ass in circles and holding my engagement ring up.
Ben: What’s the lo on dude?
Liv: Y’all, where’s Juan been?
Me: HE’S DEAD!
“Cassandra!” Devyn scolded. I know when she gets to sounding like a schoolteacher I done took it too far. Liv kissed her teeth, also signaling I went too far.
“Quit playing, Cassie! Where that nigga at!”
“Liv, I don’t fuck with that nigga like...at all. It’s been what? Three, four months?!”
“He off your roster?”
“Overly. You know he got jammed up!”
“Oh, word?”
“Mhm. It was that cahh chase over across the way.”
“Wait, over there by the gas station?”
“Yup, right by the restaurant.”
“Ohhhhh! That was him? Wait, wait, so what did Tim say?”
“Tim can’t do shit. Niggas unbeknownst to me saying the nigga ain’t getting bond.”
“Really! Ain’t nobody came through for him?”
“What they going to do, Unctie? Fuck the judge?!”
“Why ain’t you go?”
“Girl, that’s not my nigga! His well-being is not my responsibility.”
“Girl, please. You need to leave now ‘fore that ni—”
Ben: LIV! STAY FOCUSED!
