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“He asked Terrez if I had a friend. I told Terrez you were with someone, but he said his friend was still gonna try to talk.”
“Who is his friend? Is he fine?”
“I’ve seen him a couple of times in passing. He is fine. I won’t even lie,” I admitted, looking over my shoulder to make sure Terrez was still out of earshot.
“What’s fine?”
“Light skin with honey brown eyes and long ass locs.”
“He’s a pretty boy?”
“Hell no. Even his features are edgy. Nothing about that man is soft. I don’t know his real name, but his nickname is Little, and I don’t know why. That nigga is just as big as Terrez.”
“Damn. Okay. I might need to make an exception. You know a gang banger’s never been my type of man, but hell.”
I had no response because I’d eaten my own words in the end. Before, a man who was in the streets would’ve never gotten my attention, let alone my damn panties wet. Terrez was different and so was DP. By the time Terrez came back with our drinks, the man in question was right behind him. Little was in a white T-shirt with a pair of stacked jeans on. He finished the look with a fresh pair of all white Air Force Ones on his feet. Hislocs were styled half up half down. His beard was a good length and thick as hell. I defended the hell out of Pat and her on and off relationship, but I feared she was about to make me look crazy. I knew my best friend and she was not about to pass on this man.
“Little, this my lady Shalene and her friend Pat. Y’all, this my brother, Little.”
“I need a real name,” Pat said as she extended her hand to him.
“Larry,” he responded with a chuckle.
“Okay, Larry. Nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Lady. You wanna play a game of pool?”
“I don’t know how to play,” Pat responded shyly.
“Let me teach you.”
Little grabbed her hand and led her to a table that only had one other couple. Pat looked comfortable and was sipping the hell out of that drink. Relaxing, I took a sip of my own drink and put my attention on my man.
“I told you that nigga she with is a situation. If he was her man, she wouldn’t be over there smiling and shit.”
“I guess I was wrong.” I shrugged.
As the night went on, the DJ played hit after hit and Terrez kept my drinks coming. He didn’t have nearly as many since he was focused on our surroundings. Today was a good day. I felt like I accomplished a lot personally and I got to end it by spending time with my man, in his element. So many men came up just to speak to him and shake his hand. Terrez never told me exactly what he did in the streets, but the one thing for sure, he was a leader.
When the night ended, Pat informed me that she’d be coming to spend more time with Little. Since he lived in the same building as Terrez and me, I wasn’t nearly as worried. Plus, I knew the type of man I was dealing with. I couldn’t see himbeing good friends with a man who didn’t have just as much integrity as him. After showering, Terrez and I went round for round. We didn’t stop until we physically couldn’t take anymore. I could still feel a pulse in my walls well after he pulled out of me. This was what I considered a good life. Waking up and falling asleep next to good dick that also came with respect and boundaries. Even if Terrez and I didn’t work out, there was no way I’d ever end up with another Brevin.
Chapter 12
Terrez
“Congratulations Mr. Blakewood.I think this purchase was a great investment. Buying land will always be the quickest way to gaining generational wealth. If you keep it, you can keep passing it down,” the realtor, Tim, stated.
Tim had been helping me find land and he also knew about property sales. He’d schooled me a lot on what to look for while purchasing either. I was stuck between what I wanted to use the property for. A part of me wanted to use it for an all-boys community center, but the other part of me wanted to build a few houses and rent them out. Thankfully, I didn’t have to decide right this moment. The land now belonged to me and I was proud of that.
“Thank you, Tim. I’ll definitely keep in touch with you. I have a friend that’ll be looking to purchase property, so I’ll give him your number,” I stated, referring to Little.
“I appreciate that. Give me a call if you need anything before that.”
The two of us shook hands one last time before he turned to leave. Digging in my pockets for my keys, I walked to my truck in excitement. I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Shalene the news. Before I could go home, there was one last piece of business Ihad to take care of. It had been weeks since we had to take Chaos’ bitch ass out. Shit had been running smoothly at the Roosevelt house and there hadn’t been any moves made by those Bedford niggas. None that were relevant anyway. It was time for me to move forward with my life. I had no interest in doing this shit until I died, but Shalene coming along sped up my clock.
Pulling up to the block, Simba and Kwan were posted up in their usual spots. They both spoke when I was out of my truck and headed to the front door. Twisting the knob, I saw Big Lou sitting on the couch packing more product while Little ran a stack of money through the counter.
“What’s good, bruh? I ain’t know you was stoppin’ by today,” Little said as he slapped hands with me.
