“Exactly… when my dick lodged in your throat, his ass better keep circling the block until I’m done.”
His crazy ass hung up on her and then tried to tap into our conversation like the one he had just finished was normal.
“Why that song?” Papa stroked his beard, intrigued.
“Listen to that bitch and I bet you gonna wanna fuck somebody up to it.”
I hung my head. “Khaos, the fuck you here for?”
He laughed. “A nigga can’t hang out with his favorite Inferno Gods and Bredrin.”
My phone started ringing and I saw Boobie’s name come across my screen. She hadn’t called me since she arrived, which was two days ago. The protests and all the outrage had slowed down.
Kofi had gotten himself and his family out of the city as well. Cases had been pushed to the next week because of threats of storming the courthouse.
“What up, Boobie?”
“Hey Goo. What are you up to?”
“At the bar with Khaos, my uncle, and Papa,” I replied.
“Tell them I said hey.”
“Zoya said hey.”
“Wah gwaan, princess?” Chef replied and finished his drink.
“You well, Zoy?” Papa asked.
She laughed. “As in put up in a beautiful chalet with her OCD obsessed brother? I am as well as I can get.”
“Sis, what up?”
I removed myself from the bar and went in the back seating area. “How you feeling?”
“Missing Bando.”
“Just Bando, eh? He misses you too.”
Her laugh was my favorite sound to hear. Mostly because she didn’t do it too often, but when she did, the shit was like music to my ears.
That soft spa music they played before a massage.
Vybz Kartel at the start of the summer. Her laugh was all those things to me, and I wanted to keep making her laugh for as long as she allowed me to.
“Navy said you been taking him on walks.”
“You been overfeeding him, so getting that weight down.”
Zoya snorted. “He is always looking up at me with those eyes… how could I say no?”
“I know that feeling all too well.”
The line grew quiet, as I kicked my feet up on the tree stump in the middle of the chairs. “I’ve been watching the news, and it seems like everything has started to simmer down.”
“Seems like it… they always onto the next thing, which is Preston’s trial.” I reminded her, knowing that this was something she needed to reconsider.
“Yeah. How have you been?” I knew she was switching the subject, and I was cool with that for right now.
