Page 9 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Shorty acts like she’s hard of fucking hearing.” He was frustrated and I could tell. Cartier was used to bitches moving the way he wanted them to rather than having their own brains. Taylor was willing to do whatever he needed while Jovie was that independent type. Type of bitch who knew that she brought the entire fucking table rather than the silverware.

“I’ma stop fucking with her for a while. I’m tired of lowkey having the same fucking conversation over and over again.”

“Problem solved.”

“Indeed. You spoke to Linny about those coins he owes us?” Cartier’s mind always jumped from personal to business.

“Nah, nigga is dodging us. I’d hate to put a bullet in his shit.” I rubbed my hands together before reaching for my orange juice.

“Especially because you wanna fuck his sister.”

I cut my eyes in his direction. “Especially that, even though I know she don’t mean me no fucking good.”

“She ain’t Mia, and you ain’t looking to get married or have kids with her. You know had I not taken Jovie to get that Plan B that night she would’ve had to be ‘round me? She would’ve been carrying my junior.” He shook his head with regret written all over his face.

“The fuck you talking about, Cartier? Yeen ready for no kids.”

He sucked his teeth. “I could’ve been.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his stupid ass. Matter of fact bump stupid, this nigga was borderline desperate. “Why don’t you have an adult fucking conversation with her?Tell her how you really feel.”

His face screwed up immediately. “The fuck am I?”

“A nigga whose out here feining. You might as well put yo’ big boy shorts on and go get what you want. If not then keep having her fake ass girl invite her to places you frequent.”

“I’on know.”

I shrugged. “Well.” I had nothing left to say. This was the nigga literally stalking the woman, but he didn’t want a relationship. Shit at this point it was obvious he didn’t know what he wanted.

Virtue

I was out late, real late with Jovie last night. So, I was grateful to my mother because even though she kidnapped my child I didn’t have to get up early this morning…or so I thought. That is until I heard moving around in my kitchen. By the time I heard footsteps coming in the direction of my bedroom, I was already in my closet fisting the pistol that Tafari told me to keep close.

“Wake yo’ ass up. Ain’t no partying all night and sleeping all fucking day.” Tafari’s voice boomed before he busted into my bedroom like he was somebody’s father. What the hell was he even doing here?

Opening my closet door, I glared at him, before tossing one of my shoes at him. “I could’ve just shot you. Why are you here?” I put my pistol back up on the shelf, before coming out of the closet.

He laughed. “Testing yo’ reflexes.”

I flipped him off and took a seat on my bed glaring at his stupid ass.

“Breakfast shorty, now get yo’ ass up and get dressed.” Then like the asshole I knew him to be, he turned my light on. “Up.” He turned to walk out of my room, threatening to come back if I wasn’t up within the next five minutes.

I contemplated getting back in bed, but I knew my brother. His ignorant ass would be back in here getting on my nerves. Ireluctantly stood to my feet, walking toward my bathroom.

It didn’t take long for me to get myself together and be ready to leave with him. I didn’t overdo it at all, I just threw on a two piece short set, because I still had to work out today, before I made my way to the restaurant for the day.

“The dead has arisen.”

“I got in late asshole. You tend to sleep late, but of course you know nothing about that because you never sleep.”

He chuckled. “You’re baby free and laid up in bed like you made one last night.”

“Not funny. Where are we going?” I went into my purse and grabbed my wristlet and keys.

“To eat. Lil’ breakfast spot over East with good eggs. You know if you opened your spot before twelve, you’d get that morning breakfast rush too.”

“Probably, but that would kill the vibe of my space. Late open is purposely to create a late type of vibe.”

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