Defeat masked her face as she shook her head. “No, but it’ll come to me. I have your number when it does.”
I wanted to pressure her to try harder but went against it. I thanked her before telling her goodbye once more, then leaving. Cyro remained at the door waiting on me. He noticed the distant look on my face immediately. “Fuck happened?”
I looked up at him. “It went well, but Cyro I think I have a sister.”
“What?”
“She told me some chick came to get all of Terrance’s stuff from his apartment after him and Sylvia died. Claimed she was his daughter,” I explained to him as we walked down the flights of stairs.
Cyro smacked his lips. “Let that shit go. She ain’t coming around asking for nothing or fucking with you, so ain’t no need to go looking for her.”
I agreed with him. My parents died almost five years ago. If this so-called sister really wanted to connect, she would have made the effort. I was all over the news when they were covering the murder until the case went cold. Kaymen had coached me to grieve like my parents and I had a great relationship, and I did just that. I gave the city a show with the crocodile tears I let out. I was sure whoever my sister was, she saw it. She clearly didn’t want to be bothered, and honestly, neither did I.
“You’re right.”
“Still tell PJ, though. You know how that nigga gets when he’s left in the dark about some shit.” He chuckled as he held the door open for me to get back into the car.
I did just that and sent him a text.
Jazzy: Apparently, I have a sister. You know anything about that?
PJ: Stop playing on my phone Jazzy. I’m working. I’m your only sibling.
Jazzy: Deadass. Let me know when you’re free.
PJ: Heard’ju
Chapter Eight
AHKEEM
I pulledmy whip near the curb of the corner store before hopping out. On the block, Jersey, Moe and Javi were kicking it and rolling dice. I had some shit I had to take care of at one of my car dealerships, but before I could take care of any business, I needed some fucking food in my stomach. The only thing that had been holding me over was the dinner Britain made, and I didn’t get the chance to ask Jazzy to make me something to eat before she headed out. A breakfast sandwich from the deli ain’t never did me wrong. It didn’t matter that it was half past twelve either.
“You niggas not playing for no real bread,” I laughed as I dapped them up. Jersey was a stickler when it came to money, so he ain’t gamble much. He played for a little bread, but once he saw he was losing more than he was making, he was always the first to drop out.
“Shut the fuck up.” He mean mugged me. “Finally came up for air from the wife?”
They all laughed because they loved to clown me about how sprung I was for my wife. “Against my will. She had to go tap in with Nymir’s grandmother.”
“How that shit go? That coffee she threw in your face wasn’t enough to keep your ass away, huh?” Javi laughed as he continued to shoot dice.
“My lady said the shit went well. Broke her off some bread. I guess Granny just don’t like me since she think I’m the reason they came shooting at Ny.”
Moe smacked his lips. “That shit ain’t on you, mane. You was on a fuckin’ island with your wife.”
“Tried reasoning with her, but she wasn’t hearing me. Hit me with her coffee instead,” I laughed. “It’s cool, though. Long as Ny go out like a king, it don’t matter to me who she accept the bread from.”
“That’s real. I’m gone miss that little nigga,” Jersey sighed as he reminisced on Nymir.
“Fasho.” I shook my head. He went out way too soon. “I’m ‘bout to hit the deli for some food. Y’all good?”
“Get me something since you offering,” Javi laughed.
“Begging ass.” I entered the store and was instantly hit with the calming scent of burning incense.
“Long time no see.” The front clerk, Obbie, smirked at me.
I dapped him up. “You know how I be, Obbie. Went and got married.” I proudly held up my left hand that had my iced-out wedding band.
