Page 18 of Too Many One Nights

With my head in my hands, I tried to wrap my head around this shit.

“This some bullshit,” I mumbled as I pulled my phone out.

“Wassup, Buck?” Kasha asked once the call was connected.

“Listen, Kash. I need you to do me a solid,” I stated.

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to send me Goldie’s address.”

“Lincoln DeLuca.” I could hear the smile in her voice without even seeing her ass.

“Man, Kash. Chill with that shit. Ain’t shit like you thinking. Can you just do the shit, so I don’t have to come that way?” I asked.

“Mhm. I’m sending it now.”

“’Preciate that, Kash.”

“Sure.”

Once I disconnected the call, I pulled up the text where Kasha sent me Goldie’s address. I realized she didn’t stay that far from here, so I grabbed my keys and headed to her place. I was going to make a stop at Walgreen’s before I did, though. I wasn’t gone trust shit she showed me. I know how girls liked to keep pregnancy tests or get them from their pregnant homegirls. Nah, I was getting my own shit, so I knew whatever the results were, they would be legit.

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I pulled up to the address that Kasha sent me, and I was now in front a decent sized house. I know I lived in a penthouse, but these houses were damn near on top of each other. Ain’t no way I want my neighbors looking in my damn yard. I didn’t see a car in the driveway, but the house had a garage that was closed. Someone could very well be inside.

Stepping out my car, I swaggered onto the porch and rang the bell. A few minutes later, A lil’ nigga came to the door and had a mug on his face. I knew she was young, so maybe this was her brother or nephew.

“Aye, Goldie here?” I asked.

He mugged me before he responded. “Nigga, who is Goldie?” he frowned. I almost popped his bad ass in the mouth until a woman who looked very similar to Goldie come to the door. I don’t know if this was her mama or sister, but damn.

“Aye!” she snapped her fingers to break me from my trance. Taking a deep breath, I got my temper in check before I spoke again.

“I’m looking for Goldie,” I repeated.

“Goldie?” the lady reiterated.

Shit. I forgot I only called her ass that.

“My bad. I meant, Nicari,” I corrected.

“Nic, isn’t here. Who are you?” She studied me like she was waiting for me to say the wrong shit. The lil’ boy was still beside her, mugging me as well.

“I’m her boss. I needed to talk to her about something?”

“From the bar?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Mhm,” she retorted. “Well, she’s not here. I’ll tell her you came by.” That was all she said as she looked at me dismissively.

Not bothering to say shit else, I got in my car and lit my blunt to calm my nerves. This girl must’ve really put some voodoo on me if I let her people talk to me crazy like that.

I smoked my blunt right there in the driveway. I was determined not to leave until Goldie brought her ass home. I knew her people still knew I was out here, but I didn’t care. My phone rang, and I saw it was Stacks.

“What nigga?” I answered.

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