myself down. “If we weren’t on the phone I’d tell you how the fuck I really feel. I’m hanging up now. Just handle it. Okay.”
She hung up without saying anything else. I tried to contain myself and took a few deep breaths. Damn, I really needed a drink, but it was early as hell. Shit, I didn’t care. I poured myself a shot of Patron and then another before rinsing with mouthwash. My dad would go off if he smelled alcohol on my breath so early.
The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer hoping that Trell wasn’t lurking around somewhere.
“Hi daddy,” I said before kissing his cheek.
I’d given him the code to open the gate before he got there and he was pleased to know that I lived in a gated community. Still, knowing that Trell had the code too made me not feel as safe as he thought I was. The fact that Trell wasn’t my only threat made me feel even worse.
“Hey sweetie.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Without saying anything else to me, he gave himself a quick tour without my help. When he returned to where I was he had a look of approval on his face.
“Good to see that ain’t no nigga’s clothes in your closet.” He chuckled.
I shook my head. “I’m a grown woman daddy. You and mom were living together at my age. Why can’t I have someone?”
“You can. Just not right now. Look at what happened to me and your mom. We rushed into it. Take your time to experience life first.”
His advice sounded good, but to be honest, I’d already experienced enough of life. After the things I’d been through in my short 21 years, I felt that I was ready for just about any damn thing. My mind drifted away to the reality of it all. My life was in danger and there wasn’t just one threat against it. I had made a few enemies and my father, the infamous killer Mendosa, couldn’t even help me.
Chapter 7
Keenyn
I had that Kevin Gates on full blast in the whip. A nigga couldn’t help but rap along with him. At that point I was so hyped that I didn’t even care that I had seven pounds in a secret 007 compartment under the dashboard. Shit, seven was my lucky number.
“24 hours, nigga, 7 days a week
me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep.
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets.
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat.
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah.
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Watch how I break my wrist.
Make that water whip.
Stretch it out, then flip.
I'm all about my chips!”
That was my shit and it got me so hype that I almost didn’t see twelve on the side of the road. I quickly turned the volume down and slowly eased my foot off the gas. I didn’t hit the brake though. I hated when people did that dumb, scary ass shit. It wasn’t like I was speeding, but if I didn’t see that nigga I would’ve been.
Good, he didn’t follow me. I wanted to wipe the sweat from my forehead that had suddenly accumulated. My nerves were fucked up and I shook my head thinking about how niggas like Dame fucked with that real dope. If I was paranoid as hell with a few pounds of green, I could only imagine what those niggas went through.
Less than ten minutes later my GPS told me that I was at my destination. I pulled up and parallel parked so I could just get the fuck up out when I was ready. After pulling my cell out of my pocket, I pulled up my contacts and hit John Gotti.
“Yeah,” a throaty voice answered.
“Outside my nigga.”
“A’ight, c’mon to the door. My neighbors nosey as hell.”
I grabbed the shit from its hiding spot and put the strap from the bag on my shoulder. I’d been dealing with that nigga for years. He was
She hung up without saying anything else. I tried to contain myself and took a few deep breaths. Damn, I really needed a drink, but it was early as hell. Shit, I didn’t care. I poured myself a shot of Patron and then another before rinsing with mouthwash. My dad would go off if he smelled alcohol on my breath so early.
The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer hoping that Trell wasn’t lurking around somewhere.
“Hi daddy,” I said before kissing his cheek.
I’d given him the code to open the gate before he got there and he was pleased to know that I lived in a gated community. Still, knowing that Trell had the code too made me not feel as safe as he thought I was. The fact that Trell wasn’t my only threat made me feel even worse.
“Hey sweetie.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Without saying anything else to me, he gave himself a quick tour without my help. When he returned to where I was he had a look of approval on his face.
“Good to see that ain’t no nigga’s clothes in your closet.” He chuckled.
I shook my head. “I’m a grown woman daddy. You and mom were living together at my age. Why can’t I have someone?”
“You can. Just not right now. Look at what happened to me and your mom. We rushed into it. Take your time to experience life first.”
His advice sounded good, but to be honest, I’d already experienced enough of life. After the things I’d been through in my short 21 years, I felt that I was ready for just about any damn thing. My mind drifted away to the reality of it all. My life was in danger and there wasn’t just one threat against it. I had made a few enemies and my father, the infamous killer Mendosa, couldn’t even help me.
Chapter 7
Keenyn
I had that Kevin Gates on full blast in the whip. A nigga couldn’t help but rap along with him. At that point I was so hyped that I didn’t even care that I had seven pounds in a secret 007 compartment under the dashboard. Shit, seven was my lucky number.
“24 hours, nigga, 7 days a week
me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep.
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets.
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat.
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah.
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Watch how I break my wrist.
Make that water whip.
Stretch it out, then flip.
I'm all about my chips!”
That was my shit and it got me so hype that I almost didn’t see twelve on the side of the road. I quickly turned the volume down and slowly eased my foot off the gas. I didn’t hit the brake though. I hated when people did that dumb, scary ass shit. It wasn’t like I was speeding, but if I didn’t see that nigga I would’ve been.
Good, he didn’t follow me. I wanted to wipe the sweat from my forehead that had suddenly accumulated. My nerves were fucked up and I shook my head thinking about how niggas like Dame fucked with that real dope. If I was paranoid as hell with a few pounds of green, I could only imagine what those niggas went through.
Less than ten minutes later my GPS told me that I was at my destination. I pulled up and parallel parked so I could just get the fuck up out when I was ready. After pulling my cell out of my pocket, I pulled up my contacts and hit John Gotti.
“Yeah,” a throaty voice answered.
“Outside my nigga.”
“A’ight, c’mon to the door. My neighbors nosey as hell.”
I grabbed the shit from its hiding spot and put the strap from the bag on my shoulder. I’d been dealing with that nigga for years. He was
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