Page 13 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Bitch, I know you losing it!” The dancer snarled.
“Bitch, this is my nigga’s money. Go find somebody else to trick off of!”
“Yo, Nisha! The fuck? Chill with all that.” He was up in her face, grimacing down at her.
“My bad, shawty. Collect your shit. Let me handle this.” He apologized to ol’ girl. She finished collecting her money and left.
“Umm, I think I should be going too. I don’t want Sway tripping or thinking I was a part of that drama,” Ecstasy explained.
“That ain’t got shit to do with you. I’ll tell his ass for you,” I offered. I really didn’t want her to leave, but she seemed adamant about it.
“It’s okay. Thanks for this. Being the new girl doesn’t come with these types of perks.” She got up to leave, and I let her. Little did she know, this wasn’t gonna be our last encounter.
9
Jersey
I was gonna put my foot so far up Memphis’s ass. He knew his girl was certified, yet he still let her get away with the shit. We were in a strip club, and tipping was the whole purpose. It wasn’t like he was fucking the broad. That didn’t mean shit to Nisha. She saw another woman in his face, and that was the only reason she needed.
“That’s my cue to exit. This is the second time I’ve come up here, and some drama popped off.” Passion was gathering her money that I graciously tipped her and began stuffing it into her backpack.
“Mylani, wait.” I called her by her real name, hoping it worked in my favor. I guess it did because she paused. “You can’t put this shit on me. That’s their shit. We were chilling.”
“We were, but that always seems to get ruined. You seem like a cool dude and whatnot, but I despise drama.”
“Look, let me make it up to you. Let me take you out tomorrow,” I pleaded. This girl was making me go through shit Isaid I never would, but I had a feeling that it would be all worth it. She looked as if she was contemplating on whether to accept my offer. I was silently praying that she didn’t shoot a nigga down.
“Okay,” she simpered.
Flashing my pearly whites, I responded, “Bet.”
I watched her walk away before I turned my attention toward Memphis and Nisha. Them fools were over there all hugged up like they didn’t just fuck my and Houston’s shit up. I peeped the interaction between him and Mylani’s homegirl, and my baby brother was very much intrigued.
“Y’all need to keep that crazy shit at home. Y’all fucking it up for everybody else.”
“Whatever, Jersey. Y’all didn’t need to be entertaining them hoes, anyway.” Nisha waved us off.
“Watch yourself. That’s the only nigga you need to be worrying about,” I said, pointing toward Memphis. “I’m up. Y’all done fucked up my night.” I left without even saying shit else. They could have that shit.
***
I texted Mylani earlier to let her know to be ready at seven. I was gonna uphold my word by making that bullshit up to her. I made sure to get all my business out the way so that she could have my undivided attention. I directed all traffic to Memphis since this shit was on him. Swizz informed us that some nigga named Honcho from Alabama had been looking into me and my brothers. Nigga thought we didn’t deserve to run the streets, so he was gonna take it upon himself to take the shit from us. I wasn’t worried about the shit, but I’d entertain his ass.
I kept shit simple and wore a black V-neck tee, black Amiri patch jeans, and a pair of all-black Balmain high tops. Ninetypercent of everything in my closet was black. In my line of work, I didn’t like attracting a lot of attention. Nobody was paying attention to the nigga dressed in all black. I took my durag off and sprayed my Versace Eros cologne and headed out. I went into the garage and hopped in my all-black matte G-Class and headed to Mylani’s spot. I didn’t give a fuck about driving my shit in the hood, because like I said, I ran these streets.
I pulled up to her house, parked out front, and trekked to the front door. Knocking, I waited until someone came to acknowledge me. The door opened, and it was the girl that was with her that day at the diner.
“Wassup, shawty? Your sister ready?”
“Uhh, almost. You can come in and wait for her.” She moved to the side and allowed me to come inside.
“Who the hell knocking on my door?” A woman came from the back that resembled Mylani’s sister, so it had to be their mother.
“Lani’s date.”
“Date?” their mother asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m Jersey.” I would’ve extended my hand, but I noticed she kept wiping her nose with it.
