“Don’t worry… Goon here… take my spot?”
“With pleasure,” I smirked, and made my way around the front. Zoya reeved the engine to scare me, and I stood there. “You gonna hit me… do that shit, Baby Cakes.”
Rolling her eyes, she looked away as I got into the front seat. “Pennsylvania ave. Traffic gonna be thicker down there. Soon as you hear twelve, go ahead and split.” Kincaid told them.
“Got you.” Capri replied.
“Heard you,” Blair repeated.
Quasim looked at his wife. “Anjo, you want me to ride with you?”
She shook her head no. “Alaia’s scary ass abandoned me… I can do this alone, Simmy.”
“Behind you?”
She smiled. “Always.”
Meer ran in front of the cars and hopped in the passenger seat. “Smoke they asses, Queen.” He held out his fist and he and Blair bumped fists.
“Um, I’m gonna remember that tonight? You already know you be turned on when I’m either busting my gun or racing.” Capri hollered out the window.
“Ay fucking yo… Pri, chill the fuck out!” Capone covered his ears and went back to Capp’s truck while we all laughed.
Capri’s main goal in life was to get under both her brothers’ skin. They couldn’t take that their little sister was a grown, married woman.
“No worries… long as I’m busting at the end of the ni?—”
Cappadonna went rushing to the car and Meer was struggling with rolling the manual window up. Soon as he made it to the car, he slapped the lock down and laughed. “Easy, Capp… why you so mad?”
Zoya was laughing so hard she had to wipe away tears. “Missed you.”
“Not tonight.”
“Heard you.”
Kincaid counted down and the sounds of the engines revving clouded my hearing. Soon as he signaled, and got out the middle of the street, all three women took off. I watched as Zoya switched gears with ease, while she looked beside her.
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Blair was focused as Meer’s dumb ass was doing his little dance to whatever music they were playing. I watched as she whipped this shit like she had done this for a living. Straight face, like nothing could impress her.
Quasim was right behind Blair on his bike, while the other IG’s rode on the outside of Linden Blvd. Queen was racing, so she was to be protected no matter what. Shit usually started out as a race, until somebody acted stupid.
I watched as we bolted past the Brownsville recreation center, then an underpass. Zoya and Capri were neck and neck with Blair a little bit behind them. Erin rolled the window down, since Capri’s tints were always so dark.
Capri looked over at her friend and smirked, as she switched lanes, taking her off to the side of Linden Blvd. Like Kincaid said, traffic was thicker, and it was a red light. Zoya followed behind her. She ducked down Malta street and took it all the way down to Stanley Ave, where it was mostly industrial shit, and where bitches came to sell pussy.
Blair came blowing it from another block, right behind Capri. Zoya sucked her teeth, frustrated and whipped down another block. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up, while she was driving like there wasn’t cars on the street.
“Yo?”
“Gateway center… that’s the end point.” Kincaid said.
“Bet.”
She looked over at me. “You gonna give me directions?”
I tossed out the directions and different blocks we could take. She sped across Flatlands and continued to listen to me directing her. Since Blair blew past us, I hadn’t seen either her or Capri. I could have been a dick head and acted like I didn’t know my way around. Instead, I took the high road and told her little spoiled ass how to get to Gateway.
