Page 9 of Cove City: Volume II
“Let me hear it,” she said on the phone.
The next thing I know a nigga’s voice boomed spitting bars.
“It’s a crazy feeling to be in love and on lock down
If baby was not down
I wouldn’t have this feeling in my heart now
She gotta get to the bag
and them slim hips really got rhythm
I can’t let her get away
yet I can’t shake this feelin’
Soon I’ll be back out in the world grindin and getting checks
So I can pull up in a Porsche
Wit my Porsha and really show niggas my Flex.”
Oh, so the nigga was locked up? Bet.“Excuse me,” I said again.
This time, she looked at me, and her face went from a snarl to a smile. I knew she thought a nigga was fine. I needed to get to the point, though, because it was hot as a bitch, and I couldn’t be out in the open too long before Pierre or Bishop spotted me. They had niggas everywhere. If I knew Seven to Da Cove as well as I did, them niggas had people on the lookout.
“Ayo Flex, whoever that nigga is, tell him I said step! Don’t let that stripping shit get you caught up.”
Her eyes still hadn’t pulled away as she responded to him. “Scooter, let me call you back.”
“Really? You know what fuck it!”Beep! Beep!The phone hung up.
She dropped the phone in her purse to give me her undivided attention. “How can I help you since you rudely interrupted me?”
“Oh, you got a mouth on you.”
“And do. Now what do you want? You didn’t give me a fucking dollar in the club and my time is expensive.”
Money hungry broad.I thought. “I wanted to know if you wanted to chill, you know smoke and shit,” I told her.
I was hoping she would take the bait.The way she was eyeing me I thought she wanted to fuck a nigga where he stood. Simple words like chill should work just fine. I happened to glance over her shoulder when Bishop’s car slowed down. I grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her so my back could face the street. She swatted my hand, “Nigga are you crazy! Don’t touch me!” she shouted.
I dropped my head because she was bringing attention I didn’t need to us. The same security that asked for my ID strolled over, “Yo, Flex, you good?”
I waved my hand. “She good nigga, watch out.”
“I asked her not you, Flex?” he called out.
I was getting agitated by the second because his big body small leg ass was fucking up my night’s rest. I held my hand out to stop him from moving forward. “Watch out, I said she—”
Whap!
He drew back his fist and hit me on the side of my neck. That was my queue to beat his ass. I swung, jumping up slightly, connecting my fist with his face. The other security came out pulling me back, one of them niggas had me in a full Nelson before slamming me onto the ground. “Ah shit! ight, ight, ight!” I shouted.
When I glanced up, I saw Flex watching me with a smirk.Bitch!Then I heard a familiar voice, one that sent chills down my spine. “Quinton? Q?”
My eyes followed the voice and there she stood. Her legs were small with saggy skin. She wore a pair of shorts that were dirt-stained so bad you could tell they once had life in them, but lifehad taken advantage just like her. Her stomach hung, droopy like her old titties as the shirt she wore was too small. “Ma?” I called out.
