Page 142 of Don Caselli

“Alright, Stevie… I would love to come hang with you.”

“I’ll shoot you the information via text, and me and Dukie will pick you up.”

I looked at Jett. “Well, I do have Landon’s security with me. Would you like us to meet you?”

“That’s right. He did mention that he had security detail on you like me,” she spoke to herself.

“Do you go everywhere with security?” I questioned, curious, because security always seemed to follow Menace, and wondered if the same applied to his wife.

“All the time… sometimes two at a time. Duke is my bestie, so he doesn’t really count… sorry, Duke.”

“You’re good, Steve-o,” I heard him in the background.

I smiled. “Oh okay. I will see you soon, Stevie.”

“See you soon.”

Mink had finally collected her energy and decided to walk again. As we turned the corner, I almost turned back around. Antwan was standing outside of my building, and I wasn’t in the mood. I had been having a good day, no drama, and was just waiting for my baby to return back.

He told me what he felt I needed to know. There was no need for me to be clued into everything he had going on. All he needed to tell me was when he would return to me. Anything outside of that, I understood it was for my protection.

“What’s going on, Ant?” I asked when I walked up on him, Mink sitting beside me. She wasn’t reactive; however, she wasn’t friendly.

He chuckled as he looked down at her. “Oh shit, you fostering Mink-Mink again?”

Because Antwan had met her before, she wasn’t standoffish when it came to him, but she wasn’t wagging her tail and begging to be petted like she usually did. Antwan knelt and touched her collar that had a 14k gold nametag.

“Mink Caselli?”

I looked at him, as if he had the right to even question her tag. “My boyfriend adopted her for me.”

“Boyfriend, huh?”

“Antwan, what do you want? I need to get her some water.” I folded my arms, wanting him to spit out the reason for his visit.

We had no reason to sit and talk. Antwan needed to move on and live his own life that didn’t include me. He made his bed, and now he needed to lay in it. “Me and Mila broke up.”

“Sorry.”

“Decided we’re going to just co-parent our child. She found some Lamaze studio that one of her homegirls recommended.”

“Hmm.”

“Just moved into my spot. I’m downtown… one of those nice buildings they built,” he continued to tell me shit that I didn’t give a damn about.

This wasn’t my business anymore. I didn’t care what he did, and here he was standing here telling me things that I didn’t need to know. “Congrats.”

“We were friends before all of this, Nav.”

“Which is why you didn’t have to do me the way that you did. We could have talked and figured it out. If you weren’t happy, a simple conversation, no matter how much it would have hurt, could have happened.”

“You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” I sighed.

He looked at my door. “Can I come up? I could really use your energy right now.”

It was the way he licked his lips that told meenergymeant something else. “I have a boyfriend. Did you miss that part of the conversation?”

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