“Moe right here while you playing,” Jersey teased as he pushed Moe in Angie’s direction. She described Moe perfectly, except he had regular dreads that hung down his back instead of wicks. His country Memphis grammar was close enough, and he kept some golds in his mouth.
Angie eyed Moe up. My homie was real lowkey and liked to chill in the cut, so even though I knew he was feeling Angie, he would never admit until he was ready. Jersey had just put him on the spot, so he had a mean mug on his face as he stuck him the middle finger.
Jazzlyn brought my head down so she could whisper in my ear. “They’re gonna fuck by the end of this trip.”
“Moe ain’t gone make a move.”
“Moe won’t have to. If my girl wants something, she’s gonna bag it.” She smirked.
I shook my head with a chuckle. This trip was about to be wild. These motherfuckas were starting early.
“Welcome to my city! You New York niggas need to feel the sand between y’all toes!” Cinco welcomed us as he popped out of the Sprinter. He and Taylor were ready to be our tour guides. We couldn’t come out to Miami without tapping in with them, just like they wouldn’t come through New York without tapping in with us. We were all family and always had a good time together.
“Long time no see, pussy. You got me those tickets to your game this weekend?” I dapped him up.
“You know I did. Got y’all a sky box. My baby gone give your lady all the details.”
“You better hit my parlay or we gone jump your ass.” I squeezed his shoulder. We all ended up laughing, but I was dead-ass serious. I kept betting on his ass this season ‘cause he was my homie. The last two times, I ain’t hit on shit, so this time, he’s better make some shit shake or I was gone fuck him up.
“I got you, bruh.”
While the ladies squealed and jumped around like little girls because they were back together again, we loaded up the Sprinter van with our luggage. We would only be in Miami for four days, but my wife packed like she would be staying for a month. I knew better than to question her because I knew everything she packed, she would be looking good as fuck in, and I would have the honor of taking her out of it.
Cinco copped him a mansion out in Fisher Island, south of Miami beach, which wasn’t too far from the house we rented out. He and Taylor rode with us to our rental.
“Can I shake some ass on this trip… please?” Jazzlyn got out of her seat and made herself comfortable on my lap with her bottom lip poked out.
I chuckled. “Do as you please. Just be ready for my face to be on the fucking news if a nigga look too hard.”
“Boo! No fun.” She gave me a thumbs down.
“You can shake yo ass for me. We got King of Diamonds at the house,” I teased her while gripping her ass.
Her phone rang with a FaceTime call from Priest, and she answered. “You landed safely?”
“Yes, Dad,” she jested, and he smacked his lips.
“Y’all aint fuck up my jet, did y’all?”
Jazzlyn groaned, still giving him shit. “No, we were real respectful on your jet. Ahk wanna say hi.”
She angled the camera toward me, and I smirked. “What’s good, big bro?”
He banged the line right in my face, prompting us to laugh. It was real beef behind the gate I fucked up at the entrance of his neighborhood. I knew he’d come back around eventually. I had already hit up Brit to see when it would be a good time to pick up a couple of his cars and tow them to my car lot to be wrapped and detailed. I figured I needed a nice gesture to get him back fucking with me.
“Oh, he’s pissed,” Jazzlyn continued to laugh while fanning her eyes so she wouldn’t tear up.
“He would’ve done the same shit behind Brit. I ain’t do shit wrong.”
“Y’all done being boo’d up over there?! We in Miami. We need to turn up!” Angie brought two shots our way.
My baby wasn’t scared of no liquor, so she threw her shot back with ease, and I did the same. We all turned up for the rest of the ride to the house. The palm trees and the view of the ocean from the back yard had the house looking like it was ripped right off a page ofArchitectural Digest. I was a New York nigga through and through, but Miami wasn’t looking too bad. While everyone else was running wild in the mansion, I found myself in the backyard admiring the view. The way the infinity pool was set up had it looking like it was leading right into the ocean. Shit was beautiful.
“When all this shit said and done, you wanna get us a house like this with a view of the water?” Jazzlyn wrapped her arms around me from behind.
I positioned her in front of me. The wind and sunlight hit her just right, blowing her hair back while her skin radiated. My baby was so damn gorgeous.
“This what you want? You always gave farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.”
