Page 86 of Absolute Fulfillment
“G walked up on them trying to intimidate Caya. I’on like that.” I shook my head, wanting both of their heads, but I needed finesse.
“Intimidate her where?” Rem was on his feet, expression mirroring mine.
“At the house. They were looking for me.”
“Have you talked to her? She good?” he asked, immediately making me feel like shit for the fact that I didn’t call. I had a good reason though… shit, at least I told myself I did.
“G said she’s good. I didn’t call, ’cause if I hear her voice and it’s even an octave off, I’ma handle things the wrong way.”
My brother nodded. “I hear you.”
“But I don’t like that pulling up to my house shit, especially when you don’t know me or have anything on me.”
“Then let’s go have a chat with them. I know where they hang out.” He rubbed his hands together, ready to wreak heavy havoc.
I tilted my head to the side, peering at him. “And how the fuck you know that?”
“Since you been on your peace and love shit, I’ve been trying not to bother you. Plus there’s this lil cute ass shorty I like looking at.” He smirked, seeming pleased with what he said.
“And what does that have to do with you getting information?” I was trying to be patient, but he was confusing me.
“She’s a beast with computers and shit.”
“And you sure this ain’t somebody setting you up or anything?” I had to ask because Reminisce’s smile was too wide when he talked about her. That was unlike Reminisce.
“Nah. Her ties are deeper than mine. She’s stamped.”
“By whom?”
“Her people are the Ortegas. Her shit runs deep. Now you gonna keep questioning me or are we about to go see those fucking cops.”
“I’ma do both. How you meet her?” I was on my feet grabbing my phone and keys in seconds.
“Minding my fucking business. And you should really pay attention to who you let your sister bring to your fucking house, especially if you don’t know who they are.”
I was confused, my mind now traveling back to the party, because in actuality I paid attention to everybody who walked through that gate. Then it hit me and I smirked. “About five-six, brown skinned with crazy eyes? Curly hair and slim-thick than a motherfucker? Your sister’s friend?”
He stared at me, expression blank.
Now I was trying to remember her name because I knew it. That would be the icing on the cake to really piss him off. He loved to be in everybody else’s business, but as soon as a motherfucker remotely tiptoed into his, he got all tight lipped and narrow eyed.
We were halfway to my car when her name popped into my brain. “Karim.” I remembered thinking it was a nigga’s name when I learned it.
“Yo, fuck you, man.” My brother flipped me off, climbing into the passenger side.
“Don’t get bitchy with me. You showed up at Cay’s house and didn’t know shit about shorty when we first got together. The least I could do is ask a few questions about your business. You don’t want me pulling a you on you.” I pulled out of Donuts’parking lot with no destination in sight because he had yet to tell me where we were going.
He laughed. “I did, didn’t I? But ain’t shit to tell. Besides the fact that you and Cay were talking that friends shit. Karim is just cool. Nothing funny there. She likes to hoe niggas and I’on got time to be putting some hot shit in her brother because I laid down law with her.”
I laughed. “Aight. But would you give me a fucking address?”
When he gave me the address, I immediately knew where we were going. One night Caya and I were in the city having dinner and she said she knew who made the best donuts in the city. I didn’t believe her and asked who. She said Voodoo. In my opinion the donuts were subpar, but my baby thought those shits ate. That was until she had one of the glazed ones from Donuts. She was torn, even though she clung to the pink box place.
When we pulled up to Voodoo, I sat there for a minute in the slanted ass park before I glanced over at my brother. He was looking dead at me, facial expression mirroring mine.
“Gimme yo’ shit.”
I screwed up my face. “Why?”
