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“Too bad. I think you wanted to make sure the nigga was worth ya time and didn’t wanna hear no ‘I told you so’ shit from us. Because regardless of when you told us, this shit that went down today would’ve happened.”
“Maybe a little bit,” I confessed. “But there won’t be an I told you so on y’all’s end. I’ll be saying that to y’all’s asses.”
He was right that today would’ve happened no matter when I told them about Low and me, but this would all be worse if Low did me dirty, because my brothers would never let me hear the end of it. So, it was best for me to date his ass in secret, and that way if he played me, that, too, would’ve been in secret.
Though I hated how today had gone, I felt confident in what my man and I had and couldn’t wait for my siblings to see they didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about.
“I would prefer that. But aight. Come here.” Asif smirked while forcing me into a hug that I tried to turn down before melting against his hard chest and inhaling his cologne.
“I’m sorry,” I spoke softly. “I didn’t think they would be mad at you.”
“You straight.” He kissed the top of my head. “Me and them niggas gon’ be aight. We brothers; arguments anddisagreements happen. My main focus, as is theirs, is that you ain’t being mistreated or embarking on a journey you not ready for.
“Being with a street nigga is more than him being rich and spoiling you.”
“I know.” I tilted my head back to look up into his face that was a darker version of my father’s. “Low told me as much while trying to wean me off of him.”
“I’m glad.” He sighed, then added, “You know I gotta see that nigga.”
“Don’t kill him.”
“I’m not. Mainly because you would never talk to a nigga again, and secondly, I’m trusting yo’ judgement right now. Don’t fuck that up.”
“I won’t. So back then when you said you would’ve killed him, you were just saying it?”
“Nah, back then, I would’ve murked him. You was underage and just . . . nah . . . would’ve put a bullet in his ass immediately. The Low back then had no good intentions for any woman. The one now, he’s more mature in how he moves, but I still see shit I don’t fuck with, so we gotta talk.”
He released me, and we turned to start walking back toward the main area of the park.
“Fine.” I surrendered, knowing there was no way around it, and Low wanted to speak with Asif privately anyway.
“He make you cry once, tell me.”
“No. So you can kill him? How many times have you made Stazi cry?”
He laughed before saying, “She only cry when she wrong so I can apologize. Soon as I do, eyes be dryer than the Sahara with her fakin’ ass.” We guffawed. “Other than that, my wife don’t ever cry. I make sure of it. He better make sure he do the same.”
I nodded, pondering for a bit as we meandered through the patchy grass. “Let me get on your back.”
“No, Banks. I’m old, according to you anyway.”
I cracked up at his statement. “I have never said that.” I slipped behind him just before he squatted some to allow me on.
“Yeah, aight,” he replied incredulously.
“Stazi won’t want her spot, right?” I jested.
“Nah, I usually have her the other way.”
“Ugh!” I gagged, making him chuckle as he started to run fast as hell, making me screech.
When we got back to the thick of the get-together where everyone was, I tried to focus on the tasks assigned to me, but my brothers, excluding Asif, barely saying two words to me had ruined my mood, so Anastazia said I could leave.
As I climbed into my Jeep with Kailey, my phone buzzed.
Low-Low: you not done with a nigga right.
“Ooh, I see a smile. That must be your man.” Kailey buckled up, giggling. “That man busted your brother in his sexy ass face for you.” Kailey reminded me of the horrific event.
