accountable.”
“Well, if you’re asking my advice, I’m going to tell you not to bring it up or begin to show that you’re jealous. If a man think that another chick has your pressure up, he’ll immediately put that chick on a pedestal.”
“I got to do something.”
“Jason is a good provider and a good father. He’ll see the error in his ways, and he’ll cut that bitch off. She don’t mean nothing to him. Trust me.”
“Ya think, huh? You think you know Jason. Well, know that Jason snuck all of our money out of this house, and if shit hit the fan today or tomorrow, you and I are back to Brooklyn in a heartbeat.”
“What do you mean, he took all the money?”
“I’ve been on him since we came back from Los Angeles to save money for a rainy day, and he was doing that. He’d saved close to at least a million dollars, and then we got that score from Big Mike, and money just kept rolling in. He was approaching our retirement goal quickly, and then one day I go to the safe and all the bread is gone and he has this lame excuse. Now I don’t know where the money is at, and he is basically telling me to kick rocks. No matter how much I curse him out about the money, he just screams back.”
This new information was disturbing to Trina. She knew men kept their money with their loved ones. And if it wasn’t in this house or at least where Cartier could get her hands on to it, then she was right—Jason was most likely open off this new bitch. Trina felt that her daughter had gone through too much to be left broke. That wasn’t going to happen.
“So Jason not only walked out of here with over a million dollars and you don’t have one coin to even bail his stupid ass out if he got jammed up, but he’s also fucking with a Spanish chick whose sister is the mother of Ryan’s child. And chances are that she could now be the keeper of all that cash? Oh, hells no! No fucking way is this Spanish bitch and that little-dick muthafucka gonna get over on my daughter.” Trina’s mind was spinning with thoughts. She knew if the feds kicked in the front door, the house held a hefty mortgage, and that even if she and Cartier both got jobs, they couldn’t afford it. So that meant that Cartier needed a stash for rainy days, which, when you’re in the drug game, were sure to happen.
“Where’s the drugs y’all scored from Big Mike?”
“The drugs? They still here. With what we took off Mike, and from Jason’s stash, there’s eleven keys.”
Trina reached for her Newport and lit it. “You know, first off, there shouldn’t be any muthafuckin’ drugs up in here, with these kids, but I didn’t wanna say anything ’cause this ain’t really my crib. But fuck all of that. That little dirty bastard gonna leave us up in here dirty while he toss all that cash toward a new bitch, and you been down with him for how long? You the mother of his kid! This shit is unbelievable! So how much that tally to?” Trina took a moment to calculate the street value of the drugs. “OK, so that’s like two, three hundred large, give or take.”
“Yeah. So?”
“So? So we’re gonna rob him.”
Cartier’s eyes popped open wide like she was spooked. “Come again?”
“When he leaves the house tomorrow morning, you’re going to move all that shit to my apartment in Brooklyn. He doesn’t have a key. Then you’ll call him and tell him that we’re going to Shanine and Monya’s grave. Before we leave, we’ll break a window and toss a few things around. Call him around eight o’clock and tell him we’ve been robbed. Make it sound good, Cartier. Jason can’t catch on that we set him up. Ask him, did he tell anybody where we lived over and over again. Make him start thinking twice about this new bitch. Ask, could anybody have followed him leaving any destinations. You feel me?”
Cartier’s grin said it all.
Trina continued. “You still got your connections to move the weight?”
“No doubt.”
“Good. In a
“Well, if you’re asking my advice, I’m going to tell you not to bring it up or begin to show that you’re jealous. If a man think that another chick has your pressure up, he’ll immediately put that chick on a pedestal.”
“I got to do something.”
“Jason is a good provider and a good father. He’ll see the error in his ways, and he’ll cut that bitch off. She don’t mean nothing to him. Trust me.”
“Ya think, huh? You think you know Jason. Well, know that Jason snuck all of our money out of this house, and if shit hit the fan today or tomorrow, you and I are back to Brooklyn in a heartbeat.”
“What do you mean, he took all the money?”
“I’ve been on him since we came back from Los Angeles to save money for a rainy day, and he was doing that. He’d saved close to at least a million dollars, and then we got that score from Big Mike, and money just kept rolling in. He was approaching our retirement goal quickly, and then one day I go to the safe and all the bread is gone and he has this lame excuse. Now I don’t know where the money is at, and he is basically telling me to kick rocks. No matter how much I curse him out about the money, he just screams back.”
This new information was disturbing to Trina. She knew men kept their money with their loved ones. And if it wasn’t in this house or at least where Cartier could get her hands on to it, then she was right—Jason was most likely open off this new bitch. Trina felt that her daughter had gone through too much to be left broke. That wasn’t going to happen.
“So Jason not only walked out of here with over a million dollars and you don’t have one coin to even bail his stupid ass out if he got jammed up, but he’s also fucking with a Spanish chick whose sister is the mother of Ryan’s child. And chances are that she could now be the keeper of all that cash? Oh, hells no! No fucking way is this Spanish bitch and that little-dick muthafucka gonna get over on my daughter.” Trina’s mind was spinning with thoughts. She knew if the feds kicked in the front door, the house held a hefty mortgage, and that even if she and Cartier both got jobs, they couldn’t afford it. So that meant that Cartier needed a stash for rainy days, which, when you’re in the drug game, were sure to happen.
“Where’s the drugs y’all scored from Big Mike?”
“The drugs? They still here. With what we took off Mike, and from Jason’s stash, there’s eleven keys.”
Trina reached for her Newport and lit it. “You know, first off, there shouldn’t be any muthafuckin’ drugs up in here, with these kids, but I didn’t wanna say anything ’cause this ain’t really my crib. But fuck all of that. That little dirty bastard gonna leave us up in here dirty while he toss all that cash toward a new bitch, and you been down with him for how long? You the mother of his kid! This shit is unbelievable! So how much that tally to?” Trina took a moment to calculate the street value of the drugs. “OK, so that’s like two, three hundred large, give or take.”
“Yeah. So?”
“So? So we’re gonna rob him.”
Cartier’s eyes popped open wide like she was spooked. “Come again?”
“When he leaves the house tomorrow morning, you’re going to move all that shit to my apartment in Brooklyn. He doesn’t have a key. Then you’ll call him and tell him that we’re going to Shanine and Monya’s grave. Before we leave, we’ll break a window and toss a few things around. Call him around eight o’clock and tell him we’ve been robbed. Make it sound good, Cartier. Jason can’t catch on that we set him up. Ask him, did he tell anybody where we lived over and over again. Make him start thinking twice about this new bitch. Ask, could anybody have followed him leaving any destinations. You feel me?”
Cartier’s grin said it all.
Trina continued. “You still got your connections to move the weight?”
“No doubt.”
“Good. In a
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