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“Does that mean you belong to me as well?” she had one of those big goofy ass smirks on her face as she leaned across the counter.

“On me, but this thing with me ain’t just flowers and sunshine. I come with some shit that means I’ma need you to be patient with me.” She was about to speak, but I held my hand up for her to let me finish speaking. “I ain’t saying I’ma be out here dirty, ‘cause I ain’t. What I’m saying is that I’m a man about mine and I know what I carry. I’ma come through way more times than I fall short.”

She nodded her head. “And I’ma hold you to that.”

“You do that.”

Chapter Eight

Cartier

I glanced at my brother and shook my head. When he called last night and told me that Fari had been shot as well as Trell I knew this couldn’t be taken lightly. The thing is I didn’t expect for my brother to have responded as fast as he did. I had to get with him about that and make sure he wasn’t reacting like this because he didn’t like Vee messing with the nigga Aylo. Though Cartrek was very levelheaded with certain shit, the last thing I needed was for him to be out here with clouded judgment. It was possible and I didn’t blame him if it had, because I didn’t know how I’d react if I looked up and Jovie was chilling with another nigga, let alone a nigga who called himself my rival. Childish shit, but that nigga Aylo was a childish nigga.

“Look I’m not up for starting no war or anything like that, but that nigga sent the first shots. Who are we to shy away?” Cartrek shrugged his shoulders.

“But the fact that the nigga put his lips to your girl made it all but easier, huh?” Cruz spoke before I could.

“I’d be lying if I said that shit didn’t motivate me, bu?—”

“If that be so, niggas still took shot at Ace niggas. Fat Trell took one and Fari did as well. Fari is as affiliated as any other nigga who reps. Nigga has put in more work than most.” I don’t know why I felt like I was taking up for my brother when I was spitting facts.

“And even if I was moving off some shit with my lady, don’t you think I’d take that shit up with my lady and him?”

Cruz chuckled, easing the building tension. “Nigga would be dead on arrival.”

I shrugged because I knew my brother. “This is the first I’m hearing about that nigga Aylo kissing on Vee, you sure you good nigga?”

Cartrek grimaced. “It wasn’t all that, but it’s handled. She and I had a miscommunication, it’s solved now.”

My eyes nearly escaped their sockets. “What you mean solved?”

“Right, how about you elaborate for us, so we know how to proceed.”

Trek laughed. “Y’all niggas just wanna be all in my business. We good though.” He was trying to be close lipped but leave it to Cruz to break that shit.

“You did say yo’ lady right? So, ya’ll just fucking, or that’s you?”

The office grew quiet and all eyes were on Cartrek.

“That’s me.”

The moment he said that I threw my head back in shock. “Say it ain’t so, you done messed around and got exclusive.”

“I know yo’ ass ain’t talking. You trapped lil’ Jo. She ain’t have a chance in hell. Now you’re on some family shit.”

“Damn right.”

“Just don’t be in no rush to hit the isle. Shit gets deep after the I do’s,” Cruz spoke somberly. Nigga had a lot of regrets and he slept next to his main one every day. Julia wasn’t his one, but he let a fat ass, big titties and a brain fool him. I tried to tell him that every smart, built bitch wasn’t a good look, but he didn’t listen. Nigga called us on his honeymoon complaining about the way she ate. It was the funniest thing ever, now here he was three years later with two kids, and he hated everything about shorty and cheated every chance he got. He wouldn’t leave her though, instead he convinced himself that he was giving his kids the household he never had. I understood that, but if I didn’t like a bitch, I didn’t like a bitch. That was it, bottom fucking line. The thing with Jovie was that I liked her too much, hell if a nigga ever looked at myGooglesearch, folks would revoke my player card. Niggas was trying hard to figure out if love at first sight existed.Yeah, shit with us was that deep.

“Don’t I know?” Cartrek’s statement interrupted my mental tangent.

“I know you loved shorty, or thought you did, but that shit don’t count. Think about it. She was planted in your life for you to like. Like badgered and pestered with things to entice yo—” Cruz started.

“Argh nigga, that’s enough. You been watching too many super spy movies,” I joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Way too many.” Cartrek waved him off.

“You probably need some more time out the crib, instead of daddy duty. Niggas be planted in front of all those action movies thinking the shit is real. You still know how to bust a gun, or have you replaced that skill with changing diapers and coloring in the line?”

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