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“If you tired, go to sleep,” I told her as she walked away.

Once she was out of hearing range, Calliope looked at me. “Why do you always start that shit and know I’ll always back yo’ ass up? What the fuck did she do to you for you to act like that?” He asked me questions that he wasn’t ready to know the answers to.

I stood and waited for him to get out. The nigga was way taller than me, standing at 6’4”, but I was 6’1”.

“Nigga, you know that bitch a snake, but I just can’t prove it yet. What the fuck you think Athena gon’ say when you bring her ass to the meeting? She ain’t a part of this fucking family, and you know it's gon’ be a shit show when you show up with her. That’s why I asked yo’ ass why would you bring sand to the fucking beach. The fucking math ain’t mathing. I know it was fits and giggles when y’all were young, but you never questioned why the fuck she left in the first place or what the fuck she does for a living now besides spend your fucking money? You never asked that shit because you all in love, but why don’t Melph and Athena know about this shit? You can’t even answer that. Melph gon’ have yo’ whole ass when she shows up with you, but I got yo’ back no matter what,” I told him, and he nodded.

I knew he was thinking. He was always strategic with his moves, and I knew he was thinking about everything I told him, as he should. Our parents didn’t know he was fucking with Klarity this tough, and he kept that shit under wraps for years. I didn’t know how he did it, but he did, and now it was time to let shit be known. Him bringing her to the second line was a start, but I knew the info would get back to Melph before we made it tothe house. The hood talked like a crackhead waiting for his next hit.

“Well, they don’t control my fucking life, and she will be with me when we step on their estate. If they have a problem with her, then I will handle it. They can’t control who I fuck and when I fuck a woman.” He wasn’t secure with his words, but I didn’t say anything else.

Grove walked up behind us, laughing.

“Nigga, you must don’t value your fucking life bringing Klarity with you. You know we got a meeting after this shit, right?”

Calliope turned around to look at him. They were the same height, but my brother was a little bigger than Grove.

“Melph and Athena scare y’all ass but not me. What has Klarity done to them to make them not like her? Y’all fucking bugging.” He laughed, but we didn’t. We didn’t know what the fuck we were walking into, but we were ready.

Calliope didn’t realize what type of fucking parents we had. Melph didn’t give a fuck about anybody but family. Anything outside of that circle, their life could end in seconds. Clearly, Klarity wasn’t part of our family. Melph would kill her ass if he smelled snake on her because he has the nose of a pregnant woman.

I kept my mouth closed and couldn’t wait until this shit was over so we could head to our parents’ house for the real fucking show. Klarity walked back over with a drink for her and my brother, but he didn’t want it. Calliope was more of a smoker than a drinker. He only drank if it was just him and me, or he was home alone. We walked around the crowd, dapping different niggas we knew from the hood while Calliope didn’t move from his spot. He leaned on his Spider with Klarity all on him. That didn’t stop the hood rats from looking.

There was a station that had BBQ pits and food tables along with drinks. Bounce houses for the kids in the hood to have fun. There were clowns performing tricks for the little ones. I loved this part of my city because this was the time when we gave back. We always gave this party every year, but this was the first time my brother came out. He supplied all the food and everything for the kids, but wouldn’t show up. Females, young and old, twerked to the music while the older crowd sat on their porches, playing cards for money. Niggas were between the houses, shooting dice for money. It was some hood shit.

Grove and I made our way to the table for a drink, and I rolled my blunt as we walked. I didn’t trust nobody’s weed but my own that I grew in Grove’s backyard. After getting our drinks, we headed to a quiet part where we could smoke in peace. We posted up against a house on the corner, but I had a bird’s eye view of our rides and everything moving around me. I even saw Calliope and Klarity fake ass all hugged up. I lit the blunt, inhaling it and letting the smoke blow through my nose and mouth. I passed the blunt to Grove and took a sip of my drink. I wasn’t going to eat because I knew my mother was cooking a feast, and I didn’t eat from everybody. I took in the scenery and noticed a female trying to get in my ride.

“Nigga, who the fuck is that?” Grove nudged my shoulder. I didn’t respond, but I knew his ass would press the issue.

I already knew who the fuck it was, but what I didn’t know was how she knew it was my shit, or did she even know? I wasn’t quick to move because I knew she was being nosy, and she looked innocent. She was just looking around and inside it like Curious George.

“The fuck is that?” Grove asked me again, passing the blunt.

Ignoring his ass again, I smiled because he didn’t know who she was, but I knew her name and planned to know more. I toked the blunt, letting the feeling take over as I continued towatch her from afar. I didn’t want to walk up on her and scare the shit out of her, but I was curious as to why she was all in my shit.

“Nigga, you better go see what the fuck is up before she rides off in your shit, and I laugh,” Grove said.

I waved my key fob in his face. He didn’t know about our initial encounter, and I kept it that way. I didn’t know if she was an op or not. I leaned off the house and slowly made my way through the crowd. She didn’t look around to see if she would get caught as she rummaged through my shit. It wasn’t that big, but she was all in it.

When I got up to her. She was bent over like she was looking for something. Her fucking hips were wide as fuck, and her ass made my mouth water. She had what looked like a flower tattoo on her lower back that I wanted to slide my tongue across, but I refrained because of where the fuck we were. I walked closer to her, and the bottom half of my body touched her back. My hand gripped her waist. I felt her body tense and jump like she was caught doing some shit she ain’t have no business doing, which was true.

“What the fuck you doing, lil momma? Snooping yo’ nose where it doesn’t belong,” I whispered in her ear, and her body relaxed. I guess she remembered my voice.

I grabbed her hands and put them both behind her waist, fucking with her because I knew she was scared. I didn’t have them too tight but just the right amount of pressure, so she couldn’t move.

“I saw a beautiful ride and wanted to take a look.” Her accent was different from when we first talked, so I knew she wasn’t from New Orleans. I smirked because at least she was honest.

“You do know that’s breaking and entering, right?” I teased her. I knew the position was uncomfortable because her breath was hitched when she responded.

“It’s really not because the Spider is open. There are no ceilings and nothing covering it, so I took it as free game. Plus, I have always wanted one of these,” she responded.

“So, you were gonna steal my shit?” I gripped her wrists tighter.

“Nigga, let me up, and I will answer. You got me like you about to arrest me for looking in yo’ shit. If I wanted to take it, I would have when I first saw it. Ain’t no key fob, but I know I could have hot-wired this motherfucker, so let me up, and we can talk like adults. You are drawing too much attention.”

I looked around, and she was right. Every nigga and bitch in the hood was looking. I even noticed Calliope looking and laughing at my antics. Grove was still chilling, smoking his blunt, and shaking his head. What stood out was that she said she knew how to hotwire a car. I wanted to explore that, but not out here.

“If I let you up, you better behave,” I flirted and felt her body vibrate.