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Journei still stayed at home with her mother. It was just the two of them, so she didn’t see the need to get her own place. She didn’t work because her mother paid for everything, and she was able to do that because she stayed boo’d up with a rich husband. She was currently on husband number four and wasn’t ashamed, not one bit. We knew she didn’t love these men, but she made sure that she was taken care of and so was Journei.

“Come over. I got some tea to spill, chy.” I took a sip of my wine and sat on the sofa, tucking my leg under me.

“Say less. I was about to call you anyway once I realized the time. Give me twenty minutes.” I agreed, and we hung up.

I searched my Fire Stick for something to watch while I waited for Journei and my groceries. Fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door.

“Damn, that was quick,” I said as I got up to go to the door.

I’m pretty sure it was the groceries because Journei wouldn’t be here that fast. Opening the door, I was greeted by the delivery person, along with Keith’s annoying ass. I watched as he walked up to my door and step around my groceries. Bastard didn’t even bother to help bring them in. After thanking the driver, I started bringing my stuff on the inside of the door so I could put them up. I had well over six hundred dollars’ worth of stuff and his ass just stood there.

“Where did you get the money to buy all of this? You got another nigga buying shit for my daughter?”

I looked at him like he had all the audacity in the world. I refused to respond. I had to continue getting my things inside. Once I did, I shut my door and faced my sorry ass baby daddy.

“It’s none of your business where I got the money. You didn’t provide it, and my daughter has everything she needs no thanks to you,” I snapped.

“If I find out that you’ve had another man around my daugh-”

“You ain’t gonna do shit.” Journei cut him off as she came through the door.

My friend was beautiful. She was thick in all the right places with the prettiest caramel colored skin that I’ve ever seen. She was a little shorter than my five foot five frame, standing at five foot three, but that didn’t stop her from running up on anybody…my baby daddy included.

“This has nothing to do with you, Journei. Learn to stay in your place,” Keith spat.

“My place? Nigga, your place gonna be down that damn incinerator where my girl works at. Stop playing with me.”

She stood toe to toe with Keith and dared him to clap back. Like I knew he would. He stood down and turned his attention back to me.

“I’ll be back to see my daughter when you don’t have stragglers around.”

He looked at Journei up and down in disgust.

“You got me fucked up with your lopsided wig, wife,” she spewed.

That caused me to burst out laughing. He pinned me with a nasty glare, but I gave him one right back, causing him to rollhis eyes and leave. Once he was out of the door, Journei and I looked at each other and laughed.

“He mad, huh?” I laughed.

“Bitch, he big mad. But, uhm. Where did you get the money to get all of this? I was prepared to tell him I brought it and it’ll still be our story, but bitch, spill it.”

As she helped me put up the groceries and other supplies that I brought, I told her about the day I had at work and how my bosses gave me twenty thousand dollars as a bonus. I told her everything I did with the money and how I was going to put the rest up.

“Bitch, you sure you ain’t fucking none of those fine ass niggas?” she asked.

“I’m positive. Knasim’s mean ass is married and so is Knight. I’m good on them and would never push up on my bosses that way. I’m just appreciative that they’re family oriented and understand my situation.”

“I hear you. Let’s finish putting this stuff up so we can order food and drink this wine. I might even stay here with y’all tonight.”

We did just that and ended up drinking three bottles of wine. I’m glad I had tomorrow off because had I not, I wouldn’t be any good.

Chapter Two

Hassan ‘Haze’ Ashby

“So when you gonna talk to that nigga Knas about continuing to use the ports? It’s almost time for the next group to come in.”

Me and my brother, Rakeem or Rock, were sitting in my office at the freight yard. This was just one of our businesses…the legal one, anyway. We were a part of the Ashby Crime Family here in Wood Haven. Our pops was currently the head of our family, with me being the heir apparent. Even though we were our own family, everyone knew The Richmonds ran every damn thing. With this change, I would need to sit down with Knasim and come up with our own agreement outside of the one they had with my pops.

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