Page 90 of All The Smoke
“Noah, I love you, bro, I swear I do, but I’m not on that. I’m telling you,” I let him know. “He fucked up and he gotta live with the fucked up shit he did. Simple.”
“Okay, I know I can’t change your mind…”
“You can’t.”
“Aight, I know, I’m just saying; he’s your brother.”
“You my brother,” I countered. “You the only nigga I know won’t cross me.”
“Facts but tell me you not making Bino suffer from this mess too, Smoke.”
“I can’t trust nobody right now.” I sighed and ran a hand down my face.
I wasn’t doing no business with Bino and Scoot at the moment because I felt like if a nigga would go as low as fucking my baby mama then a nigga would set me up.
“I won’t push, but I do think you two should have a conversation sooner than later,” Noah suggested. “I know what he did was low, but for your sake, talk to him. I know you’re struggling with this and it will give you closure you don’t even realize you need.”
“I hate when you turn into a therapist, bro.”
We shared a laugh.
“I’m just making sure you’re good. It’s my job.”
“I’m straight, I promise,” I replied, watering the truth down some. I was good, but I was still hurt. I didn’t want him worrying about that shit though. He was close as fuck to coming home and that was all that I wanted on his mind.
“Aight, I need to shower and get ready for bible study,” Noah said. “When you gon’ have Solo next?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Me and Bri been going at it and she only want me to come get him from her and that shit ain’t happening. I’m gon’ call her mama and set some shit up.”
“What difference is that gon’ make? She might not let them do it either.”
“True, but I’ll take her goofy ass to court if she keep it up,” I revealed. “Fuck around and have full custody for real.”
“Oh, boy,” he groaned. “Let me go pray for all y’all niggas,” he teased. “I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.”
“Aight, I love you.”
He returned the sentiment before disconnecting the call then I went to find my girl. She had no idea I had a big ass night planned for her on some just because shit. She had truly been my peace so I wanted to repay her for that.
“No?” she asked when I entered her bedroom, locking eyes with her through the full body mirror.
Opting out of answering right away, I joined her, circling my arms around her waist and placing soft kisses on her neck. She wore a gold dress that didn’t really leave much to imagination by my request. When she asked me what I wanted her to wear, I just told her to make it really sexy and she did that shit. The color meshed perfectly with her milk chocolate skin and the way her body filled out due to her carrying my baby had a nigga on brick.
“Baby, stop.” She nudged me off as she giggled. “That’s why I wanted to be dressed before you came in here. You’re too mannish.”
“Can’t help it,” I admitted, kissing her one last time before stepping back. “Let me help you get your shoes on.”
Walking her over to the bed, I waited until she was seated before kneeling in front of her and assisting her with putting the heels on, following her instructions on how to properly tie themaround her legs. Unable to help myself, I trailed kisses along her legs up to her thighs until she stopped me.
She simpered. “We’re not going to make it out of here.”
Getting vertical, I reached for her hand and helped her to her feet as well, pulling her right into my arms.
“You look good, baby,” I admitted, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
“And you look very handsome,” she returned, running both hands down the front of my shirt. I was dressed simply in white Amiri shorts, a solid red shirt of the same brand and the Quai 54 Jordan 5s. I thought about dressing a bit more formal, but decided against it because I was a real, street nigga.
Kaori disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes to make sure her already perfect face was perfect before coming back out, grabbing her things, then we headed out. Because I wanted to chill and enjoy the evening, I ordered a luxury ride from iDrive.
