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“Don’t break my shit, nigga.”
“Then open this bitch up. I’m seconds away from shooting it up.”
“My neighbors gon’ have your ass in jail before you can tuck that motherfucker.”
“They won’t hear shit. They’re miles away.”
He had a point.
“Open the gate. It’s cold than a motherfucker out here.”
“Freeze, nigga.” Chuckling, I pressed the button to give him access.
His car sped through the gate, barely waiting for it to open completely.
If this nigga breaks my gate, I’m fucking him up.
Pissed that I had to get up from my seat, I sucked my teeth. The last thing I wanted was company, but with Lawe, I had no choice. He was a fucking thorn in my side, but he meant well. If I didn’t let his ass in, it would be a problem. Everything was a problem with this nigga.
On the way into the house, I remembered to grab more firewood to put in the pit that was keeping me warm. Paired with the large heaters that surrounded the four seating areas, the Berkeley winter didn’t stand a chance.
“What’s up?”
“Shit, you tell me,” he huffed, pushing past me to come inside.
“You a rude mo—”
“So are you. Now, where the fuck is your gloves and shit, nigga? You in this big, cold ass crib in gray sweats and shit. You turning pussy on me or what?”
“Don’t put me and pussy in the same sentence unless you’re referring to the one between Glacier’s legs. You don’t know a better stepper than me, nigga. Don’t insult me.”
“I know a few,” Lawe challenged, drawing his head back and enlarging his eyes.
“And I can bet my last dollar they’re all connected to me by blood.”
He nodded, chuckling. “You’d keep every dollar, too.”
“Exactly. Don’t come in my shit playing with me. If I ain’t suited up, it’s for a reason, nigga.”
“Then what’s the reason?”
“Almost every breaking news story that’s interrupted Kleu’s shows this week, nigga, that’s why.”
“That’s you?”
“Who the fuck else is it? I’ve combed every corner of the city and haven’t dug that nigga out of one. Either he’s in the slums or already in hell.”
“Shit, then that’s where we’re going.”
“If I had a way down there to double-check, nigga, I would be on my way.”
“Momma’s crib?”
“Nothing.”
“Granny’s crib?”
“Nothing.”
