Page 41 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“I hadto stop somebody from beating the shit out of her for stealing his drugs.”
Kisha shookher head with a look of disgust on her face. “I don’t even want to hear anymore.” She mumbled now standing at the stove again with her back turned.
I walked upbehind her and placed both my hands on her hips before kissing the nape of her neck. The soft brown tresses of her baby hairs sat perfectly. She threw her head back resting it on my shoulder. “Don’t start anything Meek, the doctor said no sex or anything that can get your adrenaline pumping for the next month. That means no oral sex or nothing.” She reminded me; I tried not to think about that.
I took a deep breath.“I know baby. What you cooking?” I asked.
“Some chickenand shrimp pasta with garlic bread.”
“I’mma go shower real quick.”I told her.
“Go ahead,I’ll change the gauze for you when you get out. Has it been bleeding?” She asked.
“Not really.I can barely see the stitches right now.”
“I’ll do it anyway.”She shrugged her shoulders answering the ringing phone. “Hey Mya!” She greeted her friend.
I walked awayto do my own thing but when I was finished, I ate and decided to rest. It was only a little after eight, so it was still early. I was laid out on the couch with a white cotton shirt and some Polo pajama pants trying to catch the last little bit of the game when Kisha came walking in holding her nail kit from school. She sat it down on the coffee table and used her stool to sit right in front of me.
I frowned tryingto look past her. “What the hell you about to do with that?”
“My homework isto do a manicure on a real hand, so I need to use yours.” She said like it was nothing.
“Callone of your friends from school or call Mya back. She’ll come.” I told her.
“I did allthe above Meek. Nobody is available so it’s just me and you.” She said.
Since I washer biggest supporter, I held one hand out. She could do what she wanted as long as she let me finish this game. “Don’t put that clear shit on my nails.” I warned.
She giggled.“I have to, but I promise I’ll take it right off after I snap the picture.”
I continuedon with watching the game while she did her thing. “Fuck! Come on Miami! Fucking Wade had a perfect shot!”
“Meek!”Kisha snatched my hand. “Calm down and stop moving before I mess up. Don’t get rowdy over this game, remember what the doctor said.”
“Come on ma,stop reminding me about the doctor. I get it.”
“Here.”She said passing me my ringing phone from the table.
I didn’t recognizethe number and besides, I was way too caught up in this game. I was about to lose the two stacks I bet on this shit. Demond was gonna love that. I ignored it and focused back on the game. The shit was ringing again.
“Yeah?”I asked frustrated.
“Is this Meek?”The sweet voice asked.
“Who is this?”I asked.
“It’s Brittany,from earlier. Can you talk?” She asked.
“Is everything okay?”I asked, trying not to alert Kisha, she wasn’t paying me any mind anyway.
“I’m fine,just wondering what you’re up to.” She said.
“My business hoursare from nine to five.” I said and hung up. I needed to get back to the game. Besides, what the fuck was she calling me for anyway, I didn’t even know her like that.
“Who was that?”Kish asked without looking up.
I staredat the TV screen. “A customer calling about a car.” I said. Although I was focused on the game; I was now wondering…what the hell did she really want?
