Page 11 of The Hellcat Barbies: Saskia
“How you doing, beautiful?”
Hunter had been focused on losing, but hearing my greeting had his brow shoot up.
“Umm humm. Now I’m beautiful?”
“You’ve always been beautiful,” I grinned.
My cousin’s expression deepened as he mouthedWho is that?He knew I didn’t talk on the phone like that. I didn’t cake at all. Most I’d do was exchange a few texts to get my nut off and keep it pushing.
“Well, looks ain’t everything. Me being beautiful ain’t make you get on the plane and come see me.”
“I know. I’ll do it soon. You get that bread I sent you?”
My cousin cocked his head and mouthedyou trickingwhile still hitting the button on the machine.
“Yes I got the money but I still need to see you. I miss you, Zodiac.”
“Yeah, I miss you too.”
She got a friend?Hunter loved Kristi a lot, but a new city meant new women. He wasn’t ready to get married but had to do it to secure his spot in the mob. Since Kristi had had his first child and had been his woman for years, he felt it was only right to marry her. He loved Kristi, but two years later, and with two additional kids, Hunter still wasn’t ready to settle down. He was respectful about his relationships. He didn’t have full-fledged girlfriends on the side. He just had casual sex now and then and kept it moving. I tried to get that nigga to be faithful, but Hunter was who he was.We’d gone on more two men missions than I could count.
“I want you to come see me now and that’s an order not a request, Zodi!”
Hunter was still mouthing shit likehow the friend lookandwhat she shaped like. Nigga had a whole fine ass wife at home, but didn’t give not one fuck.
“Hunter with me, too. He tryna come.”
I’m not fucking if the friend ugly!He mouthed before taking the phone himself.
“Look, your friend better be bad if I’m coming through, and if she runs her mouth back to my wife, that's her life.”
I was already cracking the fuck up, as he was rattling shit off. When his face fell, I was no more good.
“Awl damn moma! I didn’t know this was you. I thought this was… no I was…I was playing… Moma don’t do no fake ass shitlike that! Ain’t nobody cheating on Kristi! Nawl I’m not at a casino! Bye, Moma.”
My stomach was cramping from laughing so hard.
“Hey, Granny,” I was still laughing while Hunter had hopped up from the machine in a huff.
“I knew y’all moving to Tennessee was a bad-ass idea. I can’t wait till Kristi leaves his ass. I told him to leave her a long time ago, but no, he was too whipped. Now he’s married with kids and still can't keep his lil hot dog in his pants. Bring y’all’s asses! I saw some flights boarding in the next three hours. Y’all can make it before these pot of neck bones is ready. Hunter ain’t getting shit! I knew I shouldn’t have named him that. That damn negro always hunting for something. Damn dog.”
“You fake as hell fool.” Hunter shook his head.
“Ima look into it, Granny.”
“Y’all better be on that damn plane when it lands! I been trying to get you here for months, so obviously that should tell you I need to tell ya something! And I ain’t picking ya up from the airport. Well, I’ll get you, but that uncle of yours gotta get on them four legs and walk. I love you, Zodi.”
“I love you too.”
Disconnecting the line as we walked through the dungeon, I was still laughing when we made it outside. Hunter had driven his S550 Benz to the meeting, so I got in the passenger seat.
“I should lock yo ass out,” he huffed as he lit the blunt he’d left in the cup holder.
“It ain’t my fucking fault you always tryna fuck on something.”
“Nigga I cheat once every blue moon. You and Moma forever on my ass like you ain’t out here fucking hoes too.”
“That’s cuz you ain’t me nigga. You not single. You got a family, and it doesn’t matter if you cheat once every ten years, that shit still hurts that girl the same.”
