Page 105 of The Ninth

Me: Nigga, I’m scared to see him at visitation!

He cackled as I put on my bra and panties.

Man-Man: See, if you was fucking with a nigga bite sized like you, you wouldn’t be scared.

Me: Aight, now I’m finna treat yo goofy ass. Again.

Man-Man: Nah, nah, nah. Please spare me, twin. My mama heard you cussing me out.

Me: Good! She need to know how she should’ve been talking to y’all asses. Well. I love you. I guess I’ma go do a dick since your brother thinks I am already.

K3: YOU FINNA WHAT?! MAN-MAN, AS SOON AS YOU GET BACK IN THE CITY, TAKE HER ASS!

Me: BYE, NIGGA! YOU DON’T WANNA TALK TO ME SO DON’T. AND MAN-MAN BITCH, WHEN I SEE YOU I’MA BEAT THE FUCKA OUTTA YOU!

I hung up on both of they stupid asses! This nigga thinks he can block me on everything without hearing my side but still keep up with me? Hell nah! Plus, what the fuck is wrong with the system?! Why do these niggas got cellphones anyways!

Jumping up and down, I slid my ass into some True Religion jeans that were black and red. I put on the matching top which was cropped and had a slit where my titties were. My bra was working hard shoving them up to my chin. Face beat. Eyebrows smoked. I slid my white toes into some red Bottega Veneta heels. Satisfied with how I looked, I started taking the rollers out.

All I could do while hearing the girls laugh was shake my head. No funny shit, Kenzo being in jail is doing more harm now than good. I know this is my fault, but the way he reacted is no fucking better. A nigga preaching communication and also a nigga that talked me down after I confronted him about that bitch ass guard got the nerve to block me on everything? It’s cool because I don’t wanna talk to him either. I’ma have a lot to say at the visit.

I sprayed Ariana Grande’s Cloud perfume on my body. Next, diamond earrings that K3 got me. Fuck him. After putting on my Tiffany necklace and bracelet, I turned everything off, coming out of the room. The girls were dressed for work which we’re going to after I do this lil bullshit. I’m taking my own car while they follow me.

“You look so good!” Devyn beamed.

“Thank you, Dev!”

“Are you scared?” Tati asked as we left the apartment and headed to the elevators.

“Fuck no. Niggas is too easy to be scared.”

Kenzie smiled apologetically, “Did you speak to Kenzo?”

“Nah. Fuck him.”

Tati and Kenzie chuckled while Devyn looked slightly concerned. My girls know that when I say fuck my nigga, I don’t mean it. He just got a slick ass mouth. I’m not the type to get mad at my man and then go act crazy. If anything, I take my anger out on other niggas and steal from they lustful asses. Or set them up. If that’s crazy, then let it be that then.

I’m not even gon front like I’m in the mood to laugh or kick it with the girls. Luckily, they wasn’t trying to force it. We stood separately as the valet brought our cars around. G, I’m so fucking caught up in my head. I hate my nigga right now and also don’t want to lose him.

I got into the BMW a few minutes later. The last time I drove it was when I went to Juan’s I believe. Good evening, Cassandra! It spoke as I turned her on. I whipped away from the curb and through the streets. Despite being down, I knew I was finna make dicks stand up. I look hella good, and the red interior matched my outfit perfectly. Bourbon by Megan Thee Stallion blasted through the speakers as I let my windows down.

Chuckles rocked my body as I shook my head, driving out east. I suggested beating somebody’s ass and robbing niggas literally two hours ago and we’re on our way to do just that. Not nan hoe asked a question, asked for a minute to think things through, nothing. Just action.

Kenzie drove behind me with the girls. As I got closer to the corner store Kenan and his niggas be at, they pulled off to the side. Just a minute later, I pulled into the parking lot. Niggas on niggas on niggas were just out and about. Taking they fucking time crossing the lot as if I’m not homicidal right now. I finally just decided to park right in the middle, hopping out and locking the doors four times.

“You ain’t have to do all that,” one of them laughed while licking his lips.

My heels kissed the ground as I strutted towards the door. Niggas went from moving in slow motion to hopping up like Charlie’s grandaddy. I pushed the anger in me down while they grabbed my wrist, arm, elbow and waist. Niggas arguing with their homeboy over who gets to holla at me, knowing they’ll never get the chance to speak with me.

As I got onto the sidewalk, I spotted Kenan sitting outside the door. He looked at me once and then did a double take. We met eyes briefly before I pushed inside the store, immediately walking to the back. A few seconds later, the door dinged again behind me. I knew it was him.

I opened a freezer door, purposely picking the strawberry kiwi Snapple at the top. I couldn’t reach it even with heels on. Seconds later, I saw an arm reach past me, grabbing the drink.

“I’ve never seen somebody look so good in some damn jeans. Them mothafuckas painted on, how yo shit still jelly?”

I turned, closing the door behind me. After crossing my arms, I allowed my eyes to drag up and down his body.

Light brown, fresh ass braids, beard and mustache shaved down, tall as fuck, thick ass muscles, and nice, thick lips that had a dark tint to them. No part of me was attracted. I felt so disgusted a nigga this size had my cousin pinned down in a basement. I held my hand out, waiting for him to give me the Snapple.