Page 62 of Save Room for Us

Turning to me, he shook his head in disproval that I hadn’t fucked, before biting into the sandwich.

“She can’t make a sandwich to save her fucking life, but her ass is fat, so it kind of cancels out.”

We chortled in unison as I shook my head.

“Handle ya business then.”

“Back to what I was saying though, nigga.” He put the dry looking ass sandwich off into the seat next to him. “Don’t she got a new baby?”

“Somewhat.”

“And a murder charge? Them be the types to Lorena Bobbit yo’ ass if you not careful.”

I tittered. Unique was always a funny ass nigga.

“I ain’t worried.”

“You ain’t worried about her chopping ya dick off?”

“Nah, I’m not, nigga. She only did the shit she did because the muthafucka deserved it. And as far as the new baby, how many kids did ya mama have when my pops came around?”

“Touché, muthafucka, but then again, Prime was like fifty. You young.”

We doubled over before I said, “Nigga, how was my pops fifty back then and he in his fifties now?” Unique shrugged, knowinghe wasn’t making any fucking sense. “My father was the nigga to see—rich out the ass and only had one kid, but he saw a good woman up for grabs and he took it. Now the nigga is happier than he ever was with my mama, who was childless when he met her and shit, acted as such even after.”

“You really that nigga son, huh? I was questioning it for a minute.”

“Fuck you, nigga.” I sat up, elbows on my desk. “My point is, Nique, that sometimes women are dealt a bad hand in life, and instead of counting ’em out for refusing to stick around with an ain’t shit nigga, we should be commending the shit. Name another woman who would’ve left a nigga she had six kids with? Or one who would risk shooting a muthafucka that’s been knocking her ass around? It happens but it’s rare. We gotta protect and appreciate those rarities, nigga, and realize when you lucky enough to obtain one.”

“Where the script Pops sent you?” Unique jested. “I feel you though. Just don’t want you tied down at a young age, bruh.”

“I know, but this shit I’m doing ages you quickly as fuck. The fast money, fast women, fast lifestyle, it gets old quick. I don’ had the random one-nighters, fucked the bad foreign bitches, had some wild ass nights in and out the country. It’s cool but it ain’t forever. I want some solid shit and with a woman I feel like matches my energy. If she can shoot a gun, that’s a plus.” I smirked, and Unique mirrored me, nodding.

“She is fine as hell. Look like a freak too.”

“Chill out, nigga, that’s my future. I ain’t trying to choke out my own kinfolk.”

“Whatever, nigga.” He stood. “I ain’t where you at yet. I will be one day, but right now, the fast shit is still appealing to a nigga.”

“I know. You a hot commodity in them Hollywood streets.” I smirked. “What about Aurora? I thought you liked her ass.”

“I do, but I like somebody else too. So until I meet a woman that got me only wanting her, I ain’t settling down. Wouldn’t be right any-fucking-way.”

“Real shit.” I nodded. “Do you then, nigga.”

“Always.” He slapped my hand before venturing out, and it wasn’t long before I heard his ass flirting with Diamond.

“Thank you for the ride. Mama be taking too long sometimes, and Daddy drives slow,” Banks said as soon as I got into the driver’s seat of my whip.

Chuckling, I sped off, floating down the street in the Lamborghini.

“You welcome. You know he ain’t gon’ like that drive slow comment.”

“So don’t tell him.” She smiled.

Seeing a 7-Eleven, I pulled over and into the small parking lot of it and slid into the park rear first.

“You want something?” I asked Banks, who was deep into her phone.

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