Page 23 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Maine took it and sat it on the table. “I’ll give you a call soon.”
With that, Mike excused himself.
The brothers took a seat and put the joint in rotation again.
“Unc, why you set us up like that?” Perfect asked.
Maine shook his head. “You niggas is hardheaded. I wouldn’t be surprised if ya’ll ain’t called them damn girls, after I told ya’ll not to.”
“We ain’t did shit up in this boring muthafucka. Nigga ain’t had no phone sex, no sex period, ain’t heard a sweet voice, no nothing.” C2 frowned.
“I don’t know when ya’ll youngins gon’ learn.” Maine shook his head.
Boom pulled out his phone, thanking the almighty high that they had some damn Wi-Fi because as of now, that was the onlything that kept them connected to their world as he surfed the internet. “C2, ya girl done cooking in there?” he asked.
“She should be, come on.”
They all stood up, well, everyone besides Maine, since they managed to aggravate his nerves in that short period of time. He had some doubts himself about Rasta requesting that they suddenly leave, but his loyalty kept him from speaking on his thoughts, although the shit had been tugging at him since they’d gotten there.
Boom grabbed his stomach when they made it inside. “This shit smells so good.” His mouth watered.
“Don’t touch the pots until you wash those hands Boom,” Bugg warned. She was speaking to him but looking at Perfect, as he tried to mind his business.
She fixed their plates and sat each plate at the counter before walking off in the back to take a shower, since she wasn’t hungry and it was late. After dinner, they decided to get the kitchen back together, since Bugg was nice enough to cook. They sat in the living room drinking and talking shit after that.
“You got an Instagram account?” Perfect asked Bugg, “Don’t lie either, all ya’ll females be on that social media shit.”
She couldn’t contain her smile as it spread across her face, easing her phone off the table she went to her account, which showed all her pictures. “Here.”
She immediately felt some type of way when he didn’t pay her page any attention and went to the search engine to type in Brook’Lynn’s IG account instead. When her page opened, he licked his lips when he saw the last picture that she’d posted a little over a month ago. He was happy to see her fine ass, but he wasn’t feeling her being up in CoCo’s. That shit was dangerous; somebody was always losing they life up at that bitch and he would go crazy if something happened to his Brook.
“Let me see that shit.” C2 snatched it away, so he could search Kema’s account. He typed it in the search engine andKema_babypopped up. His face immediately wore a frown. “The fuck is these niggas she’s posting all these pics with?”
Boom glanced over. “Let me see,” he laughed. “Man, that girl don’t give no fucks; you know she like to party and shit. She ain’t fucking them niggas; she ain’t crazy.”
“I’m telling you, when I get back, if that pussy ain’t in tack, her ass is out the door.” C2 passed Boom the phone.
He passed it back to Bugg, since he didn’t plan on searching Yaya’s IG. A huge part of him seriously didn’t want to know shit.
“Thank you,” Bugg hissed, glad that she had her phone back. She knew she was supposed to be giving up some info on the girls, but she hadn’t made enough money yet to be out there telling and shit. She wanted to make a few more runs with them before she actually told what was up, and she damn sure wasn’t trying to tell Perfect shit about Brook’Lynn cause, secretly, she had to have that nigga.
In the middle of the night, Perfect found himself up and in the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He was ready to get the fuck back home; he was about to say fuck Rasta, the punk ass Feds, and everything else. As soon as he popped the top off, he was distracted by a noise coming from the living room. He took one hand and eased one of the kitchen drawers open, since they kept spare guns in there. He took the .45 out and sat the bottle down before making his way outta there with the gun pointed.They didn’t come way to the Virgin Islands to have no island ass niggas pull up on them.
As soon as he stepped foot in the living room, he focused on Bugg sitting there scrolling her phone. “What you doin’ in here up so late?” he asked her.
She looked up at the barrel of the gun. “Can you stop pointing that thing at me now?” She frowned.
He lowered his hand and leaned up against the wall, wearing only his basketball shorts and bare ripped chest. “My bad… but what’s good ma? Why you in here by yourself?”
She patted the seat next to her. “I was hoping you came; come sit with me for a lil bit. I don’t know what C2 told you, but I don’t bite.”
Perfect wasn’t trying to be overfriendly with this girl, but he guessed it didn’t hurt to be able to talk to somebody else besides a bunch of fucking dudes. “What’s on ya brain?”
“How come I’ve never met you?”
He shrugged and relaxed a little bit. “You gotta ask C2 about that… you know how to roll up?” he asked her.
“Yeah,” she replied.
