Page 10 of Terrez and Shalene
Since I showered when I got home earlier, I threw on shorts and a T-shirt after washing my face and brushing my teeth. While in the middle of tying my durag, I’d gotten the call I was waiting on.
“What’s good, Terrez? We got the truck waiting outside,” Mike said when I stepped out of my apartment.
“Aight cool.”
“When you gon’ put me on and let me come work for you?” he asked as we walked to the elevator.
“Every time I see you, you ask the same shit and I give you the same answer. I ain’t putting you on shit. Kassir and Suleem already said they got you when the time is right, so why you keep asking me that?”
Mike was a nineteen-year-old knucklehead. He was a cool dude overall, but his ass was too immature to be in charge of some shit. Like me, Kassir and Suleem had his ass doing littleodd jobs here and there, to make him feel like he was a part of DP. He was, but he wasn’t in the street shit. Kassir put me up on game to not have him in shit when Mike started coming around. I appreciated the heads up, but was smart enough to know some niggas just didn’t have it in them to handle this life. Although this was true, Mike still had his own apartment in the building and niggas respected him.
“Man, you know that shit ain’t happenin’ no time soon. I’m ready to make this money, Terrez. Some real money. The money I been makin’ ain’t shit compared to what I’d make if I was really hustlin’. I even asked to be put on the block and they still won’t do it. Them niggas said I can oversee the food drives and shit for the community. Don’t nobody wanna do that lame ass shit,” he complained.
“I fuck with you, bruh, but I ain’t hiring right now,” I said as I laughed.
I’d be mad as hell too if I were him, but I also read the room. There was a reason behind everything and Mike’s ass wasn’t seeing that. When we made it out to the parking lot, I spotted the box truck and walked up to it. After shaking up with them I told them the plan and grabbed my wallet to pay their young asses. I paid them extra since the shit was so last minute. By the time we made it to Shalene’s old crib, it had stopped raining and the sun was starting to show.
Parking on the street, I climbed out of my Denali and walked to the car parked in front of me. There was an Infinity truck parked in the driveway, but I concluded it belonged to that lame ass nigga since Shalene was sitting in the front seat of the Toyota Camry. I was only a few feet from the driver side door when it opened and she stepped out. The smile and excitement I’d seen on her face last night was now replaced with red eyes and sadness. Seeing her like this pissed me the fuck off. I’d given her my word that I wouldn’t come over here with the intention tostart shit, but part of me was hoping that bitch ass nigga would come outside and say something to me.
“Wipe them tears away, man. You too fuckin’ good to be out here cryin’ over a pussy ass nigga.”
“I’m not crying over him; I’m just mad about the whole situation. I never did anything to this man and he’s treating me like shit. Has been for some time now and I’m just tired of it. Yesterday when I came home from work, he all but forced me out the door. It’s like he can’t stand the sight of me anymore,” Shalene vented.
“Fuck him. The only thing I’m worried about is getting your shit. My lil niggas gon’ load the truck and get your shit in your apartment for you. If you need your furniture put together, their asses can do that too.”
“This is so nice of you, Terrez. The movers sent my money, so I can pay your friends for the work.”
“Don’t worry about no money when it comes to me and don’t call them lil niggas my friends. The shit sound weird and I only have two friends, and even then, I call them niggas my brothers,” I explained before walking off to the driveway.
While I was in the middle of giving instructions, the front door came open and I turned back to see Shalene’s ex nigga standing there. Even standing there in a wife beater and gray sweats, his scrawny ass still looked like a bitch. The lil homies I was with ate niggas like him for breakfast, so I knew he wasn’t a match for me.
“Shalene, who the fuck are these people at my house?” he called out.
“Yo, my nigga, don’t address no woman in that tone, especially not her. If you got questions, direct them this way,” I interrupted.
This nigga had been in my presence for less than a minute and was already on strike number two. I had no respect formen who were only tough with women. It showed how much of a coward they were. Had Shalene still been his wife, this whole situation would be different, but she wasn’t. She was single and I was interested. Making me her protector by default.
“I’m talking to Shalene. I don’t know you,” Dude said as he unfolded his arms.
“Even more reason for you to direct your questions to me. I wish the fuck I would let some niggas I don’t know be on my property without explanation.”
“They’re helping me move my stuff, Brevin. We’ll all be gone as soon as my things are loaded,” Shalene admitted.
When Brevin went to speak, a woman’s voice came from behind him until she was in full view. The lady looked to be in her mid-twenties and she wasn’t bad looking at all. It was clear she and Brevin were in the house all comfortable from the hot pink robe and scarf she had on.
Glancing over at Shalene, I read her body language and knew she was bothered. She may not have wanted to be with the nigga, but I knew it still hurt. She hadn’t even moved out the crib fully and he already had the next bitch in it.
“Riyah, I told you to stay in the house. Let me take care of this and I’ll be back in,” Brevin said to the woman.
She looked between Brevin and Shalene before turning to head back inside. I just knew Shalene would be going off at any minute, but she surprised the hell out of me by staying quiet.
“Shalene, I didn’t mean?—”
“Brevin, leave me alone. As a matter of fact, call my dad whenever you wanna see Amayah. We can do exchanges and communicate through him. Once I get my shit off your property, I’d prefer to never see your stupid ass again.”
“Shalene, go to my truck,” I said sternly as I walked toward her.
“Excuse me, but I’m talking to my wife!”
