Page 35 of Lucci

“She actually felt bad. She likes you. Said you’re a sweet girl and shit.”

Kiandra laughed. “I’m even a charity case to the woman that’s fucking my ex. Wow. I really need to get my life together.”

Standing up, I put my shoes on. If Kiandra needed me, I’d always be there, but I wasn’t coming back if I wasn’t invited by her. Only time would help her to get over me. Time and maybe a new nigga.

“I hate you!”

I was halfway out of the bedroom when she screamed. Stopping in my tracks, I turned around to face her. “I’m sure you do, Ki. You should.”

“Stop acting so perfect! Stop acting like you care! You don’t give a damn about me. Go back to Breezy. I’m sure she sucks your dick just the way you like it.”

I almost laughed. Hearing Kiandra talk shit was almost comical. If I laughed, she might grab a knife and slit my throat. There was no way I could make her understand, so the best thing for me to do was leave. Kiandra was pissed and so was Breezy. Trying to do a good deed had me in the no pussy zone, but it didn’t even matter. My head was clouded. My judgement was off. I needed to sit my ass down somewhere and think about my next move.

Maino stayed with me for a night then he went to some chick’s house. I wasn’t worried about the Nigerian coming to my crib, but anything was possible. If he came, that was just what it was. I was out of weed, so I went to buy some then I went home. Maino was in the kitchen making a sandwich.

“Nigga, about time you came home. I’ve been itching to tell you this shit, but I didn’t want to talk about it over the phone.”

“What’s good?”

“I was at a shorty’s house, and she was watching the news. Why they find an art dealer in her home dead after she sold a painting on the black market for $12,000,000.”

An angry chuckle pushed from my throat. “That bitch snaked us?”

“Looks like it. She sold the shit for twelve M’s and had the three of us splitting six.”

“At this point, it doesn’t even matter. She’s dead and so is Amoure.”

“That shit was mentioned too. Since Amoure works at a museum, they think the murders are connected. That Nigerian has two bodies so far and no painting. We don’t have the painting, so if he’s smart, he’s on his way back out of the country.Sticking around to look for me would be dumb on that nigga’s part.”

“Shorty was grimy for that money and didn’t even get to spend it,” I shook my head pitifully. “Her nor Amoure.”

“I’m going to give it another week, then I’m going home. Whatever happens after that shit happens.”

“I don’t think he’s coming, but you know you can stay here for as long as you want.”

“What’s the plan man? I understand why you let the real estate thing go. But what are you going to do? You can no doubt make the money you have last for a minute but eventually, it will run out, and this robbing shit is getting real dangerous. It might be time to hang that shit up.”

Running one hand over my hair, I sighed. “I don’t know man. I was thinking about paying for another class. Most days, my mental isn’t on point enough to concentrate on anything detailed and boring as hell. A part of me just wants to invest in some shit, sit back, and let someone else do the work.” The moment I said the words, the idea to buy a house popped into my head. A cheap house for less than $100,000 that I could put money into and flip. I didn’t need a real estate license for that shit. And some of the work I could do myself.

I didn’t know how to do wiring and all that, but I could do enough to save a few thousand on labor. If I could buy a house and fix it up for around $150,000 then sell it for at least $250,000 that would be a nice lil’ profit.

“Invest in something like what?”

“I think I might try to buy a house and flip it.”

Maino bobbed his head. “That’s a good idea. You need to get on that ASAP. I’m about to transition out of the weed game. Find something safe to do my damn self.” Maino shook his head, and I was sure we were thinking the same thing.

Those two M’s Amoure got, and the art dealer’s greed got their asses wacked. I was done taking shit that didn’t belong to me. It was time to lock in on some shit that would get me money the legal way. My emotions were still fluctuating from my brother’s death. Most days, I still didn’t give a damn whether I lived or died, but that super reckless shit was coming to an end. If I had to be here, I might as well keep my head down and stay out the way. One thing about life, my time would be up when it was time. If it wasn’t, me or the ones close to me would end up suffering the consequences of my dumb ass actions. It was time to grow the fuck up.

I kicked the shit with Maino for a bit longer before going to the living room to start my search for houses. I grabbed my laptop and sparked a blunt. It was time to lock the fuck in.

“Three more, two more, one more. That’s a wrap.” Chico bobbed his head as I wondered if I was about to die.

The thirty minutes I’d spent sparring almost killed my ass. For one, I was out of shape and for two, I smoked way too much. The way I was gasping for air, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I was hot, sweaty, and irritated. It had been twenty-four hours since I’d smoked any weed and too many damn days since I’d busted a nut. In an effort to get my mind right, I was attempting to detox from anything that wasn’t good for me. Going through marijuana withdrawals while being horny as fuck was some ghetto shit.

It took me about five minutes to be able to breathe normally. Maino finished up his session while I guzzled down a bottle of water. All I’d eaten so far was a banana, and I drank a protein shake before hitting the gym. All I could think about was a bigass steak, and I couldn’t care less if red meat wasn’t good for me. If I kept having to deny myself things that made me happy, my grouchy ass was gon’ catch a body.

It was bad enough that the entire time I was sparring, all I could think about was Breezy. It had been way too long since I’d spoken to her. It had only been four days, but that was too long. Sucka shit, yeah, I know. The same way I kept hollering that Kiandra was too good for me, Breezy was too. I didn’t have my shit together. Shorty had way too much going for herself, and I was still on that dumb shit out here robbing niggas and waking up every day doing nothing. On top of that, I was still way too attached to my ex. It wasn’t fair for me to be selfish. Like Kiandra, Breezy needed someone that fit her.

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