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“You know that shit ain’t the same,” he replied coolly, fingers laced as his elbows rested on the arms of the chair.
“And why isn’t it, Lequay?” I folded my arms, truly interested in hearing why the situations differed. “Was it because y’all were grown and could do whatever the fuck you wanted to or . . .”
Sighing, he ran a hand down his distressed ridden face and replied, “I love you, baby girl, and I don’t want you with a street nigga because I know how they can be. Every hood nigga ain’t like me, Sif, and Pop. The Low I was privy to was reckless as fuck when it came to any and everything, especially women. True enough, I don’t know that nigga like that, but I know what I heard and from reputable sources.”
I nodded, wanting him to know I understood his plight.
“That has nothing to do with how he is with me, Lequay. We all know none of you treat your wives the same way you’ve treated other women, especially Cemone. None of you, though, were exactly stand-up niggas prior to your wives. Now would it be fair for their people to be against you all because of how you moved with Teyaira? Or how Sif moved with Milan?”
“Baby, call Bashar or something ’cause she eating you up. You wasn’t ready,” Scotland chimed in. I tried my best not to snicker but was unsuccessful. “I should’ve warned you to prep a little bit before you came.”
Lequay shook his head, a smirk lingering from his wife’s comment before he said, “You right. I ain’t gon’ even try to come up with a fucking rebuttal.” Running his hand down his mustache and fiddling with his chin hairs, he continued. “I guess that’s my fault for forgetting you ain’t some stupid little girl. We blood, so I should’ve known better. Ain’t nobody related to me stupid, even if related by marriage.”
His last sentence was in reference to Asif.
“Thank you.” I simpered.
“She’s very smart, very focused, observant, and ambitious. I didn’t have my shit together like she does when I was her age.” Scotland backed me up. “And she’s a grown-up.”
Lequay bobbed his head, agreeing with his wife but keeping his eyes on me.
“If you bringing the nigga around, it must be for a reason. I ain’t wanna say, but I respected the nigga for not folding when I pressed him. I would never want you with a bitch ass nigga, and I ain’t detect a bit of fear in him when we was toe-to-toe.”
“Fearful just doesn’t belong in the same sentence as Willow.” I smirked, thinking of him. “I’m sorry for being sneaky, but also realize I shouldn’t have to sneak to do anything. I should be able to do what I want, when I want, so long as I’m being safe.”
“Being safe?” Lequay perked up.
“Stop.” Scotland shot him a look, but I could tell my brother’s mind was going crazy at the thought of me being intimate with Low. If he knew howunsafeit was, he’d probably faint.
“Anyway, will you get your brothers together to mend fences with Low? I also need Shakur to apologize to Asif for blaming him. This needs to be taken care of as soon as possible before Mommy steps in, and none of you want that.”
“Damn, boss.” He chuckled. “Anything else?”
“I’ll let you know.” I stood since my nails had been finished already. “Oh, youcanpay your wife for me. Give her a good tip too.” I winked as Scotland held her hand out to him.
“Can I at least get a kiss?” He frowned, making me pause my steps then lean down to kiss his face.
Lequay ascended to his feet to walk me out but paused.
“When yo’ next appointment?” he asked Scotland.
“Like half an hour. Why?” She checked the time on her Rolex before peering up at him. I couldn’t see his face since he had his back to me, but judging by Scotland sucking her teeth while smirking, I surmised that he was trying to do something. “No, Lequay. Not in my shop.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you invited a nigga down here and put on them tights.” He bobbed his head down at her legging-clad bottom half.
“Yuck. Goodbye.” I started out, hearing him trail me.
After my brother escorted me to my vehicle, I was on my way, feeling a little lighter.
Initially, I was pissed that Scotland had invited my brother down, but thankfully, it had all worked out.
I just hoped Lequay could get his brothers together to meet up with Low without any violence taking place, but I wasn’t too sure.
“Who all gon’ be there again?” Low questioned me, sitting on the edge of my bed as I put my earrings in while standing in front of the full-length mirror.
“Kailey plus my sisters-in-law,” I replied, turning around to be sure nothing was out of place.
I was wearing a white Cult Gaia knit dress that stopped only a few inches below my ass, paired with some sandal stilettos from Tom Ford. I let my hair hang down my back, a light makeup beat complementing it. The jewelry pieces Low bought me and that I always wore these days adorned my wrists, ears, and neck. I dusted my skin with a little bit of Fenty Diamond Bomb.
