Page 18 of All The Smoke
“He never hears me talk shit to you, Bri. It’s you that can’t control your mouth when you need to.” I sighed and ran my hand down my head before putting my car in park since I was at the crib to put all the shit away. “How you know I don’t have shit to do next week, while you making plans for me and shit.”
“Surely hoes aren’t more important than your son, Mr. Father of the Year.” She rolled her eyes then asked, “Do you have plans?”
“If I did, I don’t anymore,” I grumbled. “He was too excited to hear I was coming for me to turn him down.” Excitement swept across her face hearing that. Brianna tried everything to get me to stay a night with her. She tried to use holidays as a reason, when Solo was sick, appointments. You name it, her ass had tried it, but I shot her down every time. My days for sliding in that loose ass pussy were over and I didn’t want my son or her daughter hearing me disrespect her when she tried that shit. “You booked a room already?”
“Yeah, at the resort. There are two beds so you can have one with Solo and I’ll take the other one with Nini,” she suggested but I wasn’t feeling it.
“Naw, you know that ain’t happening.” I shook my head. “I’ll book my own shit.”
“It’s booked up.” She smirked.
“You did this shit on purpose.”
“Just want our son to enjoy himself.” She shrugged and smiled.
Fake ass.
“Whatever,” I mumbled. “Tell him I’ll hit him back later.”
I didn’t give her a chance to reply before I disconnected the call and headed inside the crib. I’d come to drop my shit off before heading to my house but I noticed Bino and Scoot’s whips in the yard so I was gon’ see what they were on. It had been a minute since we just kicked it anyway.
After grabbing the duffle bag from my back seat I killed the engine to my car and snatched the keys up before heading inside, finding them in the kitchen putting groceries away. My brow furrowed at the sight because we never kept food in this house, not the kind they were putting away. We had snacks and shit for when we were high and had the munchies, but these niggas had full blown groceries like we were about to live in this bitch.
“What’s this?” I asked, tossing the duffle on the counter.
Bino and Scoot did the same shit I did, only I supplied them. They were scary ass niggas when we were jits so they didn’t push back then, but when they saw how good I was doing they wanted in on it. Since they were like brothers to me, I put them on. We had a smooth ass operation running too. We made plenty of money but I was nowhere near where I needed to be, which was why Mase putting me in front of the big homies was clutch as fuck.
“We gon’ have a pool party tomorrow.”
My brows furrowed as I looked between the two of them. “The pool not even ready.”
“Jericho came through and got it ready for us.”
Jericho was this old dopehead from the hood that could legit do anything asked of him for the right price or some dope. Ididn’t dabble in that shit but Bino did, so he was always around doing some shit for us.
“Who y’all inviting?” I asked. “I don’t want no house full of hoes over here.”
“Nigga, this ain’t just yo’ spot.” Bino laughed.
“I know that but this my fucking operation, smart ass, so don’t be making the spot hot.”
“We not. It’s this shorty I been talking to and some of her people gon’ fall through. ’Bout six chicks max and maybe some of the homies. We gon’ throw some shit on the grill and just vibe.”
Nodding, I opened the duffle bag and removed the pounds I had just grabbed from Mase. “Bet. I got a sale in MP but I’ll fall though for a lil bit after that.”
“What?” Scoot grinned. “Your antisocial ass gon’ push up.”
“For a little.” I chuckled. “Bri’s parents getting Solo so I’m not gon’ be on shit for real.”
Brianna’s parents were still together and they were aight as grandparents, nothing like mine. My people got my son all the time. It didn’t have to be anything going on for that, but Bri’s people weren’t like that. They were having a family reunion and wanted to flaunt my fucking baby around like he was a trophy. I talked shit to Bri about it but ultimately still let him go because just like he fucked with my people, he loved them too.
“What chick you been talking to though?” I smirked. “I swear all y’all niggas do is worry about bitches.”
“Naw, you got me confused for this nigga.” Bino laughed and pointed toward Scoot. “He damn near in love with whatever hoe he been with. I just been chillin’.”
“Naw for real, nigga has been laid up with a top secret bitch for weeks,” I agreed and joined him in laughter. “Every time I call him, he screen my fucking calls.”
“Why y’all niggas on my nuts?” Scoot jibed. “And I don’t lay up with hoes, so watch y’all mouths.”
