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“Hey, what are y’all over here doing?” Speaking of the fucking devil, because as soon as I heard her high-pitched tone I wanted to put a hole between her eyes. Within seconds Jovie was pulling out of my space and standing to her feet. This was that shit, bro. As soon as I felt like I was getting somewhere a motherfucker always had to get in the fucking way.

Trek

I stayed in the cut playing the background of everything, still keeping my eye on my brother as well as my new fixation. She sat off to the side checking her phone every so often, then sipping from the drink that she had been babysitting since she entered the section. It was obvious this wasn’t her normal move. Her girl probably dragged her out here, but then again Jovie has been around a few times, and I had never seen her. I didn’t often hang out with my brother because this nigga loved the lounges and clubs. Me on the other hand I wasn’t with it. It was too much I couldn’t control. I had to step out sometimes though, because the Ace Boys was my organization, what did I look like if I didn’t show face and chill with the crew for a minute from time to time?

I took a sip of my drink just in time to catch this nigga named Lo all in shorty’s face. Wasn’t my problem or my business, but something in me didn’t like that shit. She and I locked eyes, but just like she did in the parking lot of her spot she looked away quick as fuck, but in that same moment Lo looked in my direction. I found myself shaking my head in his direction which made him throw his hands up in surrender.The fuck was that, Trek?Then as if I hadn’t already done too much, the second time I locked eyes with her I was motioning for her to come here with my hand extended and index finger beckoning.I was straight up tripping.

She looked around to see who else I could be talking to, but quickly realized that she was indeed who I was talking to. She was cute, oblivious to the type of smoke she was near cute.Tilting her head to the side, it took her a minute but she nodded and stood to her feet. If she was my bitch she wouldn’t have had her ass nowhere near a space like this let alone dressed as good as she looked. She had that toffee skin on display, inviting the light hues to bounce off every revealed space, creating the most alluring visage.

She walked over, standing near the space I was sitting. “Can I help yo?—”

“Take a seat, Peach.” I threw my head toward the empty seat next to me.

“And I had to come over here, why? You couldn’t have just come that way?” she took a seat, but she still gave me lip.

I chuckled then leaned down so that my lips were near her ear. “I can see the whole spot from here. Where you was had too many blind spots.”

She didn’t respond. Instead she took a sip from her drink, before turning her head to look around the room.

She smelled good than a motherfucker, and not like some oversaturated cheap shit that hos loved to overspray.

“Who is Peach?” she asked after a while almost as if she thought about our whole lil’ encounter while we sat there.

“You. Least that’s what I dec?—”

“Wait, you bought the computer that was delivered to my house.” She’d realized that, too.

“Yeah. What, you’on like it?” I asked having to mentally check myself because it seemed like I gave a fuck with that question.

“No, I love it. I just wish I would’ve known who to send the thank you card to.” A simple smile formed at her lips.

“We don’t choose our blood, but we choose how we deal with them. Keep that nigga up outta yo’ space.” I didn’t give a shit that I was speaking on her brother. Niggas thought just because you shared blood with them that gave them a right to choose how they treated you or how much of their shit you ate. Blood could do a motherfucker much worse than anybody on the streetscould.

She glanced in my direction before nodding her head. “Thank you for that, and the laptop.”

“You’re welcome, shorty.”

Nodding her head, she once again checked the time on her phone.

“You got somewhere to be or something? You been looking at yo’ phone since you got here.”

She squirmed almost, before she began to talk. “I don’t usually do this. Hang out, that is. I run on Mommy time, which means I’m usually sleep and or clean— you don’t want to hear about all of that,” she stopped herself midsentence.

“What if I did? I didn’t mind, Peach.”

She giggled. “What’s with the Peach nickname?”

I shrugged. “First time I seen you, that was the first thing that came to mind.” I was shocking the fuck out of myself the way I was sitting here having a whole ass conversation with shorty, while I’d normally be looking at a bitch sideways for talking to me.

For the rest of the night we just vibed, conversing back and forth while keeping one another company in a space that neither one of us frequented. It was nice, but it wasn’t shit I was getting used to. So by the end of the night that’s why I didn’t ask her for her number. I watched her and her girl walk to their car, before going to my own. I couldn’t do complications. I needed to keep it at meaningless with sex nameless bitches. I knew I couldn’t touch her though, because in her eyes rested a potential for something that I myself knew I had no business thinking about. The last time I took a woman serious she was deceiving me and working with pigs to take me down. As a matter of fact she was a fed, and I was potentially what would make her career.

“I seenyou last night getting acquainted with Virtue. I didn’t see it until last night, but she’s nice as fuck.” Cartier sat across from me while we had breakfast at my place like always. It wasn’t an everyday thing, but we did it at least three times a week. Once with all the Ace members and normally just me,my brother, and our cousin if nothing was going on. He couldn’t make it this morning because he got too twisted last night and was on daddy duty.

“Fuck you watching me for?”

He shook his head chewing on the piece of turkey. “Couldn’t help it. Taylor messed up my move, so I didn’t have shit to do.”

I chortled. “Put her ass in her place.”

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