Page 92 of He Thugged Me First

KASAIR

This morning I was up early. Yesterday Quari and I had already agreed to get this shit out of the way early. Hell, even Mazz was going along with us so of course we needed to handle this shit. I wanted whatever this dark cloud we had been living with these last few months to be over.

Silently I moved around Mecca’s bedroom trying to get dressed without waking her grumpy hormonal ass up. I fucked that up the minute I dropped my phone off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To handle some shit, go back to bed.” I responded, picking my phone up from the floor. When I looked down at the screen I grimaced, I had fucked around and cracked my screen.

“That’s what you get for trying to sneak out while I’m asleep.” She remarked.

“Wasn’t nobody tryna sneak out while you slept. I just didn’t feel like hearing ya fucking mouth. You’ve been on that grouchy shit all week.” I cut my eyes in her direction.

“Fuck you,” she said before hopping out of the bed and walking into the washroom.

“Imma pass, they say pregnant pussy sends a nigga insane. I ain’t tryna’ send myself nuts.” I finished getting dressed before I glanced her way, before I looked down at my watch.

“You’re already fucking nuts, nigga. Don’t be in denial. That’s why I didn’t think you were cheating on me.”

As soon as she said that she threw me for a loop. “What?” My face was screwed up as I looked at her.

“You’re just as fucked up as I am if not more. You know this, so go handle ya lil business, but you’ll be back here with me.” She smiled spoiled as hell.

The sound of my phone took my attention from her. When I glanced down, I was looking at Quari call me, but my shit was so cracked I couldn’t even answer the phone. Grabbing the rest of my shit, I walked over and kissed her forehead before leaving the area. Seconds later I was walking out of the house to meet this impatient ass nigga. As soon as I walked out of the lobby, I spotted him parked right out front in the same space he was always in.

“I know your bone headed ass saw me calling you.” He mugged me as soon as I opened the door.

“Yeah, I did but yeen my bitch and?—”

“Bullshit, yeen wanna bring me no Gatorade with ya selfish ass.” He shook his head like that of a disappointed child.

I laughed. “Here you go with this grumpy shit again. You can’t be getting it at home the way yo ass around here acting.”

A slight chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah aight, don’t worry about my shit, you worry about yourself.”

“Fuck all of that, what we need to be making sure is that your ass doesn’t knock this nigga off before we get him to the warehouse. Nigga you need some Coot.” I held my hand up and fingers together and glanced over at him.

“Dumbass you mean couth?” Quari cut his eyes from the road to me.

“Whatever the fuck it was, you know what I meant.” I shrugged my shoulders and looked ahead at the road. It didn’t take long before we pulled up in front of the address we’d gotten from Mazz. Seconds later I spotted him walking up.

He leaned into the window with a serious expression on his face. “How are we gonna get him from here to the warehouse.”

Quari laughed. “Y’all newer than a motherfucker. Just show me his space.” He pushed a button on his console before it slid back and revealed what looked like a thirty-eight.

“All I asked you was not to kill the man, remember the couth?” I asked, putting my head into my hand.

“Ah hell nah, you can’t take the ni—” Mazz started.

“I ain’t finna kill the nigga, just gonna knock his ass out for a few hours.” Quari loaded the gun before we hopped out of his car. I looked around and it was empty as fuck on the streets, this was the perfect time to get things done.

When we walked in the building, we hopped on the elevator and Mazzier pressed number six before the door closed. “So how we post to get this nigga downstairs and into the car?” Mazzier asked.

“Hell if I know, I know, why don’t you ask the nigga with the silver bullets over here.” I cut my eyes in Quari’s direction.

“Damn, I gotta come up with the ideas too?” Quari shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nigga has to have a suitcase or something up there.”

“You just love sticking motherfuckers in bags and shit. Just make sure when I go out, they cremate me. Make sure I don’t end up folded up in this nigga’s backpack. He is nit fucking Dora and I damn sure ain’t Boots or that fucking map.” I looked over at Mazzier before I busted up laughing. I was dead ass serious.

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