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I walked to the passenger side as she unlocked the doors and hopped in. After she didn’t get in, I turned to see her standing outside the door, staring at me. I was not getting back out to open her fucking door when she was the one insisted on taking me home. She could stand there all night if she wanted to. I reclined my seat and got comfortable.
When I turned to her, she was standing there with a frown on her face. This time, she was angry. I chuckled and closed my eyes, preparing to go straight to sleep. A minute or so later, I heard the door open. I opened my eyes to see Ali getting in my ride. “You wouldn’t open her door, nigga?” he asked then chuckled.
“Nope. She insisted on taking me home. I didn’t ask her. I could have driven my damn self.”
“Doubt it,” he said as he cranked up.
“You ain’t gotta take me home. I’ll go back in there until this shit wear off.”
“Jericho gon’ pick me up. Jungle said you don’t live that far from here.”
“Naw. About fifteen minutes.”
I hit the home button on the navigation screen and let Ali follow it so I wouldn’t have to relay directions. She was probably pissed, but oh well. I was tired of fucking with her already. She crossed the line when she kissed me. Actually, she crossed the line when she slid her fingers through my beard, but I let her make it with that shit.
My phone chimed, so I picked it up from the console to see a message from Jungle. I opened it to see, You ran her off, huh? LOL
Fuck you, nigga.
I wasn’t about to entertain his sensitive ass. He was sitting in the corner practically fucking Chelsea and had the audacity to be shocked that she was pregnant again. They were gonna have a damn football team before long. I looked over at Ali and asked, “How’s Riley?”
He smiled. That nigga was the out-smiling-est nigga I knew. “She’s good. Got her hands full tonight, but she’s good.”
“Mm hmm. You and Jungle must be competing to see who can have the most kids back-to-back. Chelsea pregnant again.”
He chuckled. “I heard. I’ll have as many as Riley will agree with.”
I side-eyed him. “You know got damn well that woman will give you whatever the fuck you want. Let me ask you something.”
The smile fell from his lips as he waited for what I would ask. “How y’all hood ass niggas allow yourself to be sensitive with a woman? I mean, I grew up in this street shit. It’s all I know. When I wasn’t hustling, I was boxing. I felt like a weak ass nigga when she kissed me in front of everybody.”
“Being a hood nigga wasn’t something I aspired to be. It was something I felt like I had to do. I always wanted a family. I think the same goes for Jericho, although his dad was trying to groom him to be. It just wasn’t in him to be that way all the time. So you’ll have to ask Jungle or Seneca about that. I didn’t fuck around like the two of them.”
I didn’t say shit else until we got to my house. I got out and thanked him for bringing me home. We slapped hands, and Jericho got out of his ride with a smirk on his lips. Before he could say a word, I said, “I’m gon’ tell you like I told Jungle. Fuck you, nigga.”
They both fell out laughing. Ali handed me my keys, and they followed me to my door. Once I walked inside, they left to head back to the club. My phone started ringing, and I immediately rolled my eyes when I saw Fawn’s name. “What, man?”
“I know I just met Keke’s cool ass, but why you tripping?”
I knew the fuck she didn’t have Fawn calling her Keke. “Who in the fuck is Keke?”
“Quit being a jackass, Vegas. You know I’m talking about Keondra.”
“Because her ass don’t know how to respect a gangsta ass nigga.”
She fell out laughing like I’d said something funny. “Nigga, you fucked the hell up. Carry yo’ ass to sleep.”
She ended the call, and I dropped the phone on the countertop. I could have opened Keondra’s door, but it was like I was trying to be even harder than I was around her. I opened Fawn’s door all the time. I was her fucking bodyguard for years, but especially after Ice and Mega got popped.
I wanted to call Fawn back and tell her to give Keondra my number. Maybe Keondra was someone I needed. When a woman had demands I wasn’t willing to fulfill, it was nothing for me to move on to the next. For some reason, I needed to be inside that woman. That shit was foreign to me. For two years, I’d gone without her, but now that I’d seen her, I couldn’t get her off my mind.
Why was I fighting so hard against it? I knew that I didn’t wanna feel like a tender dick nigga. Giving in to her made me feel that way, but I surely didn’t want to feel that way publicly. I had a reputation in the streets. Although I was no longer in the game, my presence was still felt, and I wanted to keep it that way. Jungle could say what he wanted to say, but I knew he needed his presence to remain as well.
If we lost respect, it would be open season on our asses. The first nigga that thought our presence threatened them, they’d try to take us out. I slid my hand over my face then picked up my phone as quickly as I dropped it. I was willing to bet that Keondra’s number was the same. I texted her my address then said, This is Joel.
I rolled my eyes, wishing I would have never given her my government, but the impression I’d gotten of her in Puerto Rico said that the name Vegas would have been a no-go. She seemed bourgeois then, but now I knew better. I knew if I had put the name Vegas in the text, she would have some smart shit to say. She probably would have some smart shit to say regardless.
My phone chimed, so I looked at it to see that was indeed still her number. I slowly shook my head and opened her message. Why are you giving me your address? I would have been there already if you weren’t being a jackass earlier.
