The people in the park pissed me off just as much. They acted like it was their first time on earth and they had never saw a fucking park before. I constantly had to duck and dodge people during my run.
Boobie was lucky that I loved her stubborn ass.
Half the problem with New York City was the traffic and the way ass fucks decided to drive. They took the same route every damn day and still acted stupid like they didn’t know how to drive.
Khaos hopped on his dirt bike. Every summer, that nigga went and backed that shit out of storage to ride during theseason. Even with the last pieces of summer trying to hang on, his ass was still riding around on it.
“How we handling this?” he questioned when he whipped the bike around, as I was getting into my truck.
I smirked. “Only fucking way we know.”
Khaos smirked back, exposing his gold grills.
On the tooth to the right, there was a diamond encrusted W. The same shit that I had on mine.
He whipped his bike away from the curb with smoke and loudness following behind him. I pulled off behind him and headed toward Amboy. Living in the same neighborhood that sent me to prison in the first place was dangerous.
I knew when I came home that I wasn’t on the same shit I was on before I went away. I had matured and was ready to sit back and focus on my family. Cappadonna threatened he would come in as a CO and whoop my ass if I got locked up again.
The minute I turned onto the block, I double parked in front of the daycare and hit my hazards. The nigga that spit in Inez’s face was nowhere to be found. Khaos was somewhere in the cut waiting for me to give him the word.
I got out my whip and walked across the street to the corner store. That nigga disrespected my family, so I wasn’t leaving this block until his ass was handled. Brenay came waddling out the store no sooner than I crossed the street.
She was talking to herself or on the phone. Being that I didn’t see a phone in her hand, she had to be talking to herself. I could tell she was pissed with the way she was moving so quick that she didn’t notice it was me until I reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
Brenay was moving so fast she nearly tripped off the curb. “Not fucking interested… you see I’m pregn. —” her words were cut off and she sighed in relief when she realized that it was me.
“What up, Bre? Where you heading?” She had a shopping bag in her hand, and her stomach was large and keeping her off balance. Her stomach greeted you before she did.
“Inez forced me to go home and sit down, and ain’t come back with my food… I’m hungry.”
“Told her ass that she needed to sit the hell down somewhere… she been from this store, to that one and then the Associate down the block.” Etzel came out the store and sparked a cigarette.
He came over and dapped me up, as I held Brenay’s bouncy ass in place. She had more energy than me and I wasn’t carrying a full human inside of me. “My business is mine… who told you to be watching me in the first place.”
Etzel was a Brooklyn Bully, and we were in Bully territory. He took a pull of his cigarette as he leaned against the ice chest, his long legs kicked out in front of him.
“’Cause I had to help you when you lost your balance. Where the fuck your man at?” he questioned, taking the longest pull from that cancer stick.
He made sure to blow in the opposite direction away from where Brenay was standing. “Again, that’s my business. I need to get home to finish folding these baby clothes and actually eat my food.”
“Where’s your baby father, Bre?” I questioned.
She looked up into my eyes, already knowing the reason I was here. Brenay knew that her baby father had to pay for the disrespect he displayed.
It was no secret that my cousin was a fucking addict, and everyone around here knew the shit. They also knew that me or Khaos didn’t play about our respect. Everyone who saw Inez felt bad.
My cousin’s death ripped through the neighborhood like crack did in the eighties. Everyone knew what happened, andInez walked around like she had a scarlet letter. No matter where she went, she couldn’t escape the sympathies, and those wanting to hug and be there for her.
When you were going through some shit, sometimes you wanted people to pretend. Pretend they didn’t see you. Pretend that you had a sign that said “leave alone” etched on your forehead.
“I told him that he would hear from you, Goo… he’s so fucking disrespectful and reckless. I regret the day I even allowed him to touch me.” She shivered in disgust. “He owes me money, and I need that for the baby’s stroller and pay the other half of my rent. He sells out my apartment but can’t help me pay for it.”
I looked at her and shook my head. “Tell me something, Bre… that was smart?”
She sighed. “No, but my unemployment has run out and I need money for this baby… I had no other choice. This baby is going to come, even if I’m not ready.”
I dug into my pocket and counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to her. “Take care of whatever you need to, and make sure you take yo ass in the house.”
