Page 180 of Save Room for Us

“Officer, I’m being threatened,” he called out, keeping his eyes on me as he said it. I could do nothing but smile at what he thought he was doing.

“Sir?” The older black officer walked up, looking back and forth between us.

“This man here just threatened my life.” Cedric gestured to me, his girl gripping the wheelchair handles tightly as hell out of sheer nervousness.

“What exactly—Mr. St. Thomas?” The officer cut himself off and began grinning, reaching his hand out to shake mine.

“Yes, sir.” I obliged. “I don’t know how or where this nigga here misunderstood me. I simply said he deserves to die for what he did to his ex. No real threat.” I shrugged as Cedric and Jacinta looked on, both of their mouths slightly open in surprise.

“I see.” The officer shook my hand again. “Well, other than that, I just want to thank you for what you’re doing for the community. My grandson is about to buy a home through you all.”

“That’s who I did it for.” I smiled.

“Thanks again, son.” He patted my shoulder, then turned to Cedric. “Just keep your distance from each other so there won’t be any issues.” He gave Cedric a less enthusiastic shoulder pat and walked off.

“Can’t compete where you don’t compare, nigga.” I smirked as Cedric got ready to roll off.

“Nigga—”

His words were cut off when I popped him in the mouth before saying, “Don’t interrupt me while I’m talking, boy.” He was so shocked he didn’t respond. “Fact that you thought a little court security could do something when I’m above them niggas. Muthafuckas like him domydirty work. So, like I said, you on borrowed time, muthafucka.” Looking over to Jacinta, I said, “You can be on that shit, too, if you call yaself trying to be Captain Save a Bitch Nigga. Aight?”

She nodded quickly to show she understood before I walked off.

My brothers and I crowded the outside of Tam’s off Figueroa, waiting for our food to be ready. It was late, and not many people were around this muthafucka.

A few drove by like they’d stop, but after seeing seven big niggas kicking the shit around the establishment, they kept on down the street.

“Burger so good I been thinking about it all fucking night. I can’t wait to see you, baby.” Unique eyed the restaurant as we all doubled over in laughter, everyone except Cemone.

One of Yolani’s singles from her latest album included a voice note or voicemail from Cemone, only he ain’t say burger; he said pussy. The song was everywhere because it was Yolani, and that was how her shit always performed, but even more so because of the intro with him speaking on the shit.

“Ain’t my fault you ain’t had pussy good enough to send a voice note about, nigga.” Cemone shrugged, leaning on the hood of his Lambo.

“Maybe I have, nigga. I don’t tell y’all niggas everything.” Unique lifted his brows.

“Nah, ’cause if you did, you’d be on one knee already,” Cemone replied.

“Nah, that’s not in me. I ain’t meant to be with one woman, and that’s why. She let the whole world know you simping,” Unique said, and we all chuckled.

“Shit, I love my wife. Y’all can joke all day about that shit, and I won’t give a fuck. After this, I’m taking my ass home to play with my son and then slide up inside his mama,simpingin her fucking ear while I’m in it.”

We all clamored about at his statement as Lequay, Shakur, Khari, Bashar, and I all slapped his hand to agree with that shit. Unique waved us all off as the cooks started to call our order numbers.

“That simp life is where it’s at,” I added.

“Man, what you said.” Lequay nodded.

“Anyway, nigga, why you ain’t tell me our moms got into a fight?” Unique frowned.

“Wasn’t there. Wish I could’ve seen the shit though,” I said, hearing them mumble to agree.

“She around now or what?” Lequay questioned, eyes low.

“Nah, it was short lived. I knew she only popped up because she had an ulterior motive, and I was right. She made sure to shake shit up before I cut her off though, telling me my pops wasfucking her best friend,” I revealed, and all of them niggas stared me down with wide eyes and parted lips, except for Khari.

“Yeah, her homegirl was… interesting.” Khari ran a hand down his face, trying to cover his smirk before taking a sip of his drink. “I fucked her, too, when she came to a show I had.”

“Nigga, you never told me that shit.” Lequay frowned, staring Khari down like he’d been betrayed, and the shit was comical.

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