I nodded. Her eyes trailed down to my left hand, and she stared at my wedding band. It was hard to fucking miss once you thought to look at my hand. I flipped my arm around and showcased the portrait of Jazzlyn I had inked on my forearm. “Yeah, we still newlyweds and shit.” I smiled as my eyes trailed down to the tattoo as well.
She forced a smile onto her face, masking the shock. “Wow, uh, congrats. She’s gorgeous.”
“‘Preciate it.”
“How old is your son?”
I flipped my right arm so she could see the portrait of Saphir that was inked on me. “He’s five.”
I could tell she was trying to do the math in her head to see if my son was conceived around the time I was fucking with her. He wasn’t. I found out about Saphir after he was born, and by then, Amina had already been in Houston for a while.
“He looks just like you, Ahk.”
“Yeah, he do.” My order was called, cutting into our conversation.
“It was nice seeing you, Ahkeem.”
“Same here, Amina.” I nodded at her. She headed out the store behind Diamond, and I grabbed my food so I could pay. Once I got back outside to hand Javi his sandwich I got him, they were already laughing their asses off.
“She looked pissed coming out. You must’ve told her you was married,” Jersey said, referring to Amina, who had already left the block with Diamond.
I smacked my lips. “She seemed to have taken it well inside. She can’t be pissed, though. I moved on.”
“Well, she is. You better hope and pray she don’t cross paths with your wife. You know Amina like to throw hands.”
“Jazzy would rock the fuck outta Amina.” I laughed. “Don’t let all that boujie shit fool you. She’ll lay a bitch flat out.”
“I believe you. I remember when y’all was going at it in front of her club when she first opened. She slapped the shit outta you. I sat the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and stayed out y’all business,” Moe recalled with a shake of his head.
Jazzy did slap the fuck outta me when we got into it about her not telling me about Club Reign being under investigation when she first opened. When we used to fight, we used to hit low, so it wasn’t unusual that shit got carried away before Taylor snatched Jazzy up and my homies snatched me up. We calmed down a lot and learned that shit didn’t need to escalate that far to get our points across.
“Chill on my baby,” I chuckled while I grubbed on my bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich.
I chopped it up with the guys a little while longer before I dapped them up and left.
“What’s good, Ahk?” Mirsad dapped me up as soon as I stepped foot into my dealership.
Mirsad was the manager of my car dealership. After he graduated high school, he tried his hand at college but ultimately dropped out after a semester. He showed an interest in cars and asked Jazzy to put in a word for him. He started off small. I had him filing paperwork, cleaning the cars and answering phone. He made his first sale and never slowed down. Now, at 22, he was running the whole dealership and sold each and every new car we got on the lot. We weren’t selling no ordinary whips either. We sold straight foreigns, so Mirsad was bringing mad paper to the dealership.
“Chilling. Came through to sign them contracts. My fault for not getting to them sooner. You know with the wedding and shit, I got caught up.”
“You married my cousin. I know she a lot to deal with and keep happy,” he laughed. We made the walk to my office, and he already had the vendor agreements on my desk
“No shit. We missed you Sunday. Why you ain’t pull up for dinner? Brit made that good-ass mac and cheese.”
Mirsad rubbed his hands together as he smirked. “Had me a little link with this bad-ass shorty from Queens. I had to miss Sunday dinner for that.”
“Nigga, wasn’t you just in love with that Dominican shorty you brought to our reception?”
“Why you bringing up the past?” He screwed his face up at me. “A nigga making too much paper flipping these cars to be tied down to just one shorty.”
“Yo dick gone fall off before you hit thirty if you keep on.”
He busted out laughing as if I was playing. I went through that phase too when I was young, but Mirsad was just flying through these bitches like they weren’t nothing. “Sign them fucking papers so I can fax them over to the towing company.”
“I got you.” I laughed. “My baby mother rolling through here in a minute. Send her back for me.”
He licked his lips while rubbing his hands together. “Brooke fine ass rolling through?”
