Page 16 of All The Smoke
“I-I don’t…”
“Bae, who is…that?” His voice trailed off when he realized who the fuck it was. His lying ass was already comfortable too, walking around with no shirt and shoes on. “Baby, what you doing?”
“Who’s baby?” I quizzed. “Me or the bitch you don’t know?”
“Kaori, I?—”
Not caring to hear the lie he was about to tell, I rushed him, swinging as soon as I was close enough. I didn’t give a damn that he was bigger than me or that he was a man. I fought him like we were equals, only he wasn’t fighting me back. Instead he covered his face because I was successful in knocking him down and getting on top of him.
I swung, connecting my fists anywhere they would land while talking shit to him. I was sick of him playing me and dragging methrough the mud. He kept trying to scoot away and push me off, but I kept climbing my way back. He was going to feel my wrath. There was no getting away.
I was also crying as I beat his ass. I was not only furious; I was one hundred percent positive I was done with him. This was the final straw for me. I had pulled up to the last bitch’s house to whoop his ass for the final time. I was done.
“Okay bestie, that’s enough,” Morgan said before she pulled me up.
“I’m calling the police,” the girl cowering in the corner said as she headed for the hallway but Morgan stopped her.
“No need,” I scoffed, trying to catch my breath. “I’m leaving, but Jamal, I’m warning you to stay away from me.”
“Kaori—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped. “I don’t give a fuck what you have to say and I don’t want to hear any more of your fucking lies. I’ll have all of your things packed and sent to your mother’s place. Just stay the fuck away from me, Jamal, or I’ll get Ice and K-Dot involved.”
He knew I meant business if I threatened to get my parents involved. I did my best to keep them out of our relationship. But I was fed up with his bullshit. I wanted nothing else to do with him.
“Baby don’t do this,” he pleaded. “This shit ain’t what you think it is.”
“You damn right it isn’t,” I responded breathlessly. “I thought you loved me and were ready to finally get it right with me, but you know what, it’s my fault. My fault for not seeing your no good, trifling,brokeass for who you really were. You’ve done nothing for six years but use me for sex, money, and a place to stay. You know none of the bitches you fuck with can fuck with me on any level, so you fuck them but never wife them because none of them offer the type of home and stability I do, but trustme…” I looked in ol’ girl’s direction. “I’m not saying that to flex because saying this out loud really shows me how much of a stupid bitch I’ve been out here fighting him and the bitches he cheats with, catching charges and shit like a weak bitch, but no more.” I shook my head, looking back into Jamal’s eyes. “Forget I ever existed.”
With those being my final words, I turned and left with tears still rushing down my face. Only this time they were tears of joy. I was happy to finally be walking away from this toxic ass relationship. I wouldn’t get over him completely overnight , but I felt good with each step I took, knowing it was a step further into a brighter future without a fuck nigga stressing me out.
5
Smoke.
“You been coming to see me a lot more lately, lil nigga. Clientele must have doubled,” Mase said as he counted the money I’d given him.
Just like me, he hand counted his money because it was more accurate and dependable than an automatic counter. I would hate to go to a nigga’s house and kill him because he shorted me after seeing the machine made a mistake. So Ialwayscounted my bread by hand.
“Something like that.” I nodded. “I been selling them pens and shit you recommended and my wax too.”
“You need to let me invest and go into business with you with ya wax shit,” he said. “You’d make a killing off that shit in High Timez.”
“And so would you.” I smirked.
I had been making my own wax for my blunts since I was a lil nigga. The first time I tried it I was higher than the price of eggs but stopped smoking other people’s shit because one of the homies tweaked out. So I learned to make it myself. I put Bino and Scoot on and at first it was just us that I supplied, but themniggas had been spreading the word about it like wildfire so mothafuckas had been inquiring about it lately. I sold it to some of my clientele, including Mase, but I didn’t fuck with everybody on that shit. Only reason I sold it to a few of my jugs was because he pushed me to let others try it.
“Yeah, but you more than me.” He laughed. “You know I’ve been rocking with you since you were a fucking kid, I wouldn’t buss your head.”
“I’m knowing.” I nodded, running a hand down my fade. “I don’t know though. Shit would take a lot of my time. Between hustling, being a father, and my brother, a nigga is scarce on free time.”
“I have complete confidence that you would figure it out,” he replied, passing me the blunt he had rolled. “I want you to go to Cali with me and meet some of my distributors out that way.”
My brows furrowed. I wasn’t aware that he worked with anyone other than the OG Cannon. “You cop from other mothafuckas?”
“Naw.” He chuckled as he began to pile the money into the safe. “They work for me. I got about four stores across the states, but none of them have this.” He lifted the little container of wax I brought him. “Me, Rock, his brother, Mott, and the OG going to Cali in like two months. I want you to go with us.”
My brows lifted. “Yeah?”
