Page 34 of Suleem and Yahzi
Yahzi tried me on the same shit this morning with some little ass shorts and a tube top thing she called a shirt. Wasn’t no fucking way I was letting her outside with her body on display. She was currently in a Lampin’ and Lux tee that she cut the sleeves and bottom off, talking about she was still gonna be cute with my hatin’ ass. I only agreed because I had my head between them thick thighs and fucked her twice before we left my spot to come out here.
“I’m not responsible for these hoes’ unrealistic expectations but you ready for the tournament?”
“That’s light work. I stay ready to ball.” He was arrogant as hell. Maybe I was his blueprint.
“Good because we got heavy stacks on that win.”
“Ain’t nothing, I got y’all.”
“What’s going on with the draft? You gonna be in the lineup?”
A scowl settled on his face and a hand brushed over his head. “I don’t know ’bout that shit. They’re not really fucking with me like that. A few people reached out to see what I was gonna do but you know how that shit goes.”
“Royals?”
“Yeah, some lady though. Said she’s part owner. Wants to set up a meeting but I’m not really feeling it.”
I removed a blunt from behind my ear and a lighter from my pocket and blazed up. As soon as I inhaled and the smoke filledmy lungs, I nodded, processing his words. Kove was a baller; it was in him. Same way gang shit and these streets were in my blood, being on the courts was in his. He just didn’t want to be disappointed. That’s how shit went for us out here.
“Ay, don’t count that shit out.”
“I’m not.”
I pulled from my blunt again, tilted my head back, and released the smoke with a cocky grin. “Yes the fuck you are. If this is what you want, take it. Don’t wait for them to hand that shit over, and whatever you need, you know we got you. That’s on gang. Cradle to the casket.”
He nodded and smirked. “Cradle to the casket.”
Kove pushed off the side of my car. “Let me go see what I can get into out here before I take my ass home.”
The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. He was trying to find someone to fuck.
“Strap up, nigga. Don’t get caught slipping.”
He laughed and brushed a hand over his head. “Yeah, your ass is old. Out here sounding like my absentee father and shit.”
I grinned and pulled from my blunt. “Gotta look out for the youth.”
We dapped, and after he was gone, my eyes were on Yahzi. Just in time to see her dropping and circling her hips before she was up with a big ass smile on her face which brought one to mine. Seeing her back here in my world made me understand the simplicity of how life worked.
Love made you patient. For the past three years I employed patience to let Yahzi heal from the destruction I caused in her life. As much as I wanted to be the resolution for any troubles in her world, I had to understand that I couldn’t be the problem and the solution. But because I loved her, I was patient enough to give her the space and time she needed.
I was also an arrogant nigga. My confidence was never lacking. She was mine from the first time I blessed her body and experienced the way her soul poured into mine. The distance had always been temporary, there was never a fucking doubt in my mind that she would be back in my life, in my care, mine to love, worship, and protect.
She must have felt me watching her because Yahzi lifted her head and smiled softly. She said something to my aunt then pointed in my direction. When my aunt rolled her eyes, I chuckled, watching as she moved in one direction while Yahzi was on her way to me.
As soon as she stepped between my legs and locked her arms around my waist, I kissed her forehead.
“You cool?”
“Yep, are you?”
I pulled from my blunt, bent my neck, and blew the smoke in her mouth before I kissed her. “Yeah, I’m cool.”
She turned against my body, placing her back to my chest. My arm hung loosely around her neck. “It’s so different than it used to be.”
“What you mean?”
“All this.” She tilted her head back and looked up at me. “I remember when it was just hood niggas smoking, drinking, and talking shit.”
