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“Pussy won’t be on my line. It’ll be in my bed, on my face, on my di–”
“Aight. Aight,” Mercer interrupted, answering at the perfect time.
“I don’t know why you added your boy to the call. That nigga probably done went through twelve phones since this group started,” Makai tittered, referring to the oldest of my mother’s children.
We didn’t share the same father. When our mother committed suicide during a psychotic episode, he didn’t come to Pop’s house with us. We didn’t have the same grandfather, either. The moment our mother’s mental health began to decline, his father gained sole custody of him. My parents knew it was best for everyone. Willingly, our mother signed over her rights.
“Nah. He st—” I started, but was quickly cut off by the man in question.
Nightfall surrounded him as the stars in the sky shined brightly. We lived in opposing time zones.
“Mercer. Malachi. Makai. Milo.”
Chem paused and nodded between each of our names.
“In order, though?” Makai huffed, shaking his head.
“You got a problem with that?” Chem cleared his throat and spoke up. After asking, he pulled from the blunt that appeared in the camera.
“Jumping on a plane to beat your ass has crossed my mind a few times. Don’t push it.”
“Good luck finding me.”
He’d willingly given up his citizenship to roam the streets of his country freely and without the threat of the FBI, DEA, and the rest of the federal agencies that had him on their radar.
“Fuck all that,” I intervened.
“Why is he so excited?” Mercer asked anyone who’d listen.
“Shut up long enough and we’ll figure it out,” Malachi suggested.
“Aye!” I warned. “Chill. Everybody. This is very important.”
Long and exaggerated sighs followed one after the other. I didn’t give a damn how tired of me they were, everybody was about to listen to what I had to say.
“I’m getting my bit—Nature back!”
“Rain Forest?” Makai grunted.
Chem sucked the skin of his teeth and shook his head.
“This nigga,” Mercer hissed, ending the call.
I quickly added him to the call again through the settings.
“Don’t ever fix them fat ass knuckles to hang up in my face.”
“I got shit to do, Milo. Nature?”
“Yes, dog. Desert!” Makai bellowed.
“Makai!” I grimaced.
“Please, Makai,” Malachi added.
“Nigga has absolutely no respect for this man’s woman.” Chem pulled on his blunt again.
“Not his woman,” Makai corrected. “And you sound like you got some shit to get off your chest. What’s up?”
