Page 42 of On Everything 2
"East River? When the fuck you start putting niggas there to get rid of them?"
"Have you forgot, I don't put niggas anywhere because I don't care to get rid of them. Everybody I've ever dropped gets left on the side of some road or in a fuckin dumpster. I only tried to hide him for you."
"I understand that, but I asked you to hide his ass good for my kid's sake."
"And you don't think her missing her daddy would also put stress on her? Wondering if he will come back, calling him every day? Shit, if you asked me, it's better to rip the band-aid off and stop coddling Cashmier. You and that dead nigga the reason why she is how she is now."
"Since when did you become a therapist nigga."
"I'm not. I just call it like I see it. I think you deserve better, and I am just telling you this shit because I love you to death. And don't openly trust this new hoe until she proves herself loyal to you. I get it, I've had phenomenal pussy too that had me ready to get on a knee, but I know how bitches are. The moment something turns bad in your life, they asses are gone to the next best thing."
"Bro, I appreciate your concern, but this one is different I promise."
"Alright, and I love you, man. From the bottom of my heart. You are like the brother and father I never had."
Crew put his hand across his chest, and I knew this nigga wasn't being serious.
"Fuck you nigga, but I love you too. I'll fuck with you later."
I turned to walk back out of the door.
"Yo, where are you going? You not going to stay and kick it with a nigga for a minute?"
"I would, but I have somewhere else to go that's a bit more important. I'll get back with you tomorrow sometime."
"Alright, safety nigga."
"Safety."
I walked out of the door a little less pissed off because Crew always seemed to make a good point even with his playful ass banter. At least now that wondering about where Carl is shit is out of the way for Cashmier, and now she has time to heal before our seed gets here.
Chapter 11
Ciara
I wasn't used to cooking on an open flame stove, so I damn near burned up the first few batches of shrimp before I got the hang of it. It took me almost four tries, but by the last batch, the shrimp were perfect, if I say so myself. I tossed them into a pot of garlic noodles that I had cooked, and the steam rising put a smell up my nostrils that confirmed this food would be good. My stomach was growling loud as hell because I hadn't eaten anything since the few bites of pizza I had earlier. So, I got in the kitchen and found what Hov had that I could make.
Hov had made it easy for me to be without him because he had texted me all the access codes to the doors and entrances.
He made sure to text me to make myself comfortable, but I was anything but in this perfect ass space.
I fixed a plate of food and then sat down to eat at the bar. I scrolled through TikTok while enjoying the noodles and shrimp. When I heard the front door open and shut down the hallway, I dropped my fork onto my plate.
"What's that smell? Who in here?"
Hov's voice vibrated down the hall, and I ran out to meet him.
"Oh, hey, Hov. I didn't know you would be making it back so soon. I plan on cleaning the kitchen as soon as I am done eating. Sorry for the smell of shrimp and garlic in here. I guess I didn't think that meal through."
He squinted his eyes at me and then put his hands in his pockets.
"You think I'm mad because you have my house smelling like this. You should be telling me what's for dinner?"
"Oh, well, I made some garlic noodles and grilled some shrimp that I found in the fridge. I hope that was okay."
"Of course it was. Is there any left for me?"
"There is plenty. This way."
