Page 11 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Because it’s not like I gave him my address.”

He nodded. Looking at me like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. Instead he told me he’d see me around, before turning on his heels and leaving.

I slid into a booth irritated that I even cared about what he didn’t say. That was odd for me, but then again my biggest flaw was me being one of those people who cared too much about the odd things in life.

“You didn’t tell me you met those niggas last night.” Of course Fari would want to discuss this.

“I didn’t realize I had to run everybody I met by you. Shit by the way I just met a guy named Aylo two seconds ago.” I was being sarcastic at this point.

My brother’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”

“Right here while you weretalking.”

He leaned forward, giving me direct eye contact. “Stay away from that nigga. He got too much beef in the city. You don’t need to be caught up in his or nobody’s shit.”

“Is that so? Are we still talking about Aylo here or so?—”

“Who is Peach?”

I cackled. “Hell if I know. I met him when I cursed Lenny’s ass out. Then he saw what happened in the parking lot.”

“And what happened in the parking lot? What did he?—”

“Linny was being stupid, but it’s nothing that you should be worried about.” I waved him off just as the waitress approached our table asking what we wanted to drink.

I spentthe allotted amount of time with my brother while he tried not to pry but was definitely all in my damn business. Then when he finally did drop me back off at home, I was lowkey bored. I probably sat in the house for all of twenty minutes before I decided to go check on my restaurant. Today was my off day, but here I was headed there. That is until Jovie called me. It’s almost like she sensed that I was on my way to be productive on my day off.

“Where are you going?”

“To chec?—”

“Nope, not today. I feel like shopping. Let’s shop. I’ll be downstairs when you pull up.” Then like the true diva she was, she hung the phone up before I could object or even give her an excuse.

Of course I busted a freaking U-turn in the middle of the street to go to her place. Then just like she promised she was downstairs when I pulled up. Almost like she was tracking me. She hopped in the car seconds later smiling hard as hell.

“You must have talked to Cartier.” I teased knowing that smile would dry up quick.

“Don’t bring that nigga up. He’s like a period. You bring him up and he pops up.” She almost looked like she didn’t want to see him.

I cackled. “Girl boo. You wanna see him. I just saw himthough, he was at the breakfast place my brother took me to.”

“With who?” I felt her eyes on me as I drove.

“His brother. Be careful baby, you seem like you care though.” I cut my eyes in her direction.

“Yeah right. But since we’re baring it all, how about you do the same. Talking about his brother. You know that nigga’s name because he sure as hell knows yours, Peach.”

I waved her off. “Shut up, I already got a lecture from Fari about God knows what an?—”

“Hell yeah, because he’s an Ace affiliate. He knows the bullshit that happens with those niggas.” She shrugged like what she was saying was normal.

“Affiliate. What? Then I met this guy named Aylo, and he nutted the fuck up.”

She busted up laughing. “Aylo. Chocolate, unusually white teeth, six something, basketball player physique and dreads?”

I nodded. “How did you kno?—”

“Oh bitch. That’s a Mafia nigga. No wonder Fari nutted up.” She shook her head as giggles escaped her lips.

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