“Nigga, Ro just slutted the bitch out. Give the pussy some time to cool down!” Italian clowned.
“Hell nawl! I ain’t no fuckin’ mechanic. Her pussy maintenance ain’t got shit to do with me.”
I shook my head because these young niggas were wild. I didn’t judge since my brothers and I had taken plenty of bitches down together.
“And why you always giving Ro jobs and shit?” the same nigga complained. “We like money too. That nigga don’t need it… He be slanging.”
“Gossiping don’t look good on a hard leg. It’s the reason I don’t offer you shit. Plus, you ain’t got no fuckin’ license, nigga.” Italian rolled the dice, ending the game. “Now, come clean, chatty-patty-ass bitch.”
Italian reached up and snatched the chain off ole boy’s neck, not giving him a chance to remove it himself. The whole porch roared in laughter, while I shook my head for the umpteenth time.
Face red with embarrassment, the youngin’ held up the middle finger. “Fuck y’all. Aye, Porsha! Bring yo’ hot pussy ass back here.”
He ran off the porch in the direction the girl Ro had just come out of the house with. It then dawned on me why Ro’s sister looked so familiar. I’d seen Ro at the engagement party. He was one of the valet tenants. I nodded at the fact that he was at least trying to get some money out here.
Italian held the chain up to inspect it. “Come on. I’m done here, big cuz. And we need a ride.” He grinned at me.
“Lemme find out dat’s why you called me, youngin’. Come on.”
It was three of them in total who followed me off the porch. Italian got in the passenger and the other two sat against a door in the back.
“Bust this right,” Italian instructed as he counted the earnings crumbled up in his lap. “I’m ’bout to pawn this shit right here, and then we going to the mall.”
“I’ll take y’all ass to da pawn shop, but den I’m droppin’ you off to yo’ car. Dis ain’t fuckin’ Lyft.”
“Shit, I can do you one even better. You can take us to the pawn shop, and we can catch a ride from there…” He grinned mischievously.
I knew a car thief when I saw one, and I knew that’s what Italian was insinuating. My car-stealing days were behind me, but if the situation called for it, I’d do what the fuck I had to do to get around too.
“Aye, Gal… You know if Bella ’nem got them shoes that came out?” Italian asked with a raise of his neck.
“Nigga, ion know. That’s yo’ fuckin’ cousin,” Gal replied, all calm and shit.
“Yeah, but you watch her every fuckin’ move, so I thought you knew. That’s my bad.” Italian smirked. “I’ll just call Pearla. This their shoe money.”
The other little Cuppacio snickered. “You just tryna buy some shit for Mahzeyah, but you’n wanna look like a trick.”
“I ain’t no trick. But if I’m gone buy my cousins some shoes, why would I leave their friend out? I’ma nice guy.” Italian grinned with a shrug.
“Who Mahzeyah?” I asked.
“She a year older than him, and her daddy is that nigga, Millionaire. That man is filthy rich, and he doesn’t play about his daughter. Plus, if you tryna get her attention away from Flexer, you gotta buy more than a hundred-and-fifty-dollar pair of shoes.”
The boys laughed at Italian’s expense.
“Flexer? Da rapper?” I asked, my tone curious. If Italian was trying to bag a rapper’s girl, they weren’t lying.
“Man, fuck y’all! Ion give a fuck ’bout that nigga. It ain’t even like that with Mahzeyah and me.”
“But you like her?” I asked.
“It’s beyond like, that nigga love her.”
Everyone laughed at Gal, and even Italian grinned.
“She pretty. She spoiled. She soft. She smell good. She different. I fuck with her, but ion wanna touch her. One day, I’ma be larger than life. I wanna fuck all the model bitches and shit first. I gotta get all that outta my system, and then I’ma go at her. I know if I get her right now, I ain’t going to do right, so I’d rather just be cool with her,” Italian said with some sound reason.
“Yeah. Dat’s da best thang you can do. If it’s meant to be, it will. Don’t drag her into some shit when you know you ain’t gone do right by her. Plus, y’all young as fuck. But if she fuckin’ with a rapper, by da time you get yo’ shit together, she either gone bemadly in love with da nigga or severely damaged from da nigga. You gonna be ready for dat?”
