Page 16 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Wassup, shawty? What you got going on?” He sounded as if he was smoking by the way his voice sounded strained.
“Nothing much. I was out shopping with Asia earlier. Now I’m home, tired as hell.”
“Word? What you get?”
“Nothing in particular. A few outfits, some shoes, and some new bras and panties.”
“Damn, you gone let me see that shit?”
“Huh?” I played dumb. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I just played as if I didn’t.
“You heard me. Check it though. I know you’re off tonight, so come chill with me. I’m wrapping up some shit right now, and I can scoop you up ’round ten. Pack one of them new sets you brought so you can dance for a nigga.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, which in turn made me blush.
“You want me to stay the night?”
“That’s what I said. Be ready by ten.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“Aight, shawty. Let me get back to this shit. I’ll see you in a lil’ bit.” He hung up the phone, and I hurried and called Asia.
“Biiitch,” I dragged out as soon as the call connected.
“What, bitch?” She asked excitedly, waiting for me to spill the tea.
“Jersey just asked me to spend the night with him. What the hell am I gonna do? I’ve never been to his house before.”
“I suggest you pack your hoe bag and pull whatever tricks you have in there out. Clearly, he likes you, and that’s why them other hoes mad. Look how long it took him to ask you to spend the night. He could’ve been smashed if he wanted to. Take your ass on and have fun. I can’t wait ’til Houston makes that move on me.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m just not used to guys genuinely liking me. Thanks, girl. Let me go shower and get ready. Talk to you tomorrow.”
I hung with Asia and got myself together, physically and mentally, to be in Jersey’s presence tonight.
11
Jersey
“How soon can you get the shit back to me?” I asked my tech guy, Maceo, about the surveillance footage from one of my stash houses. Whoever hit my shit was smart as fuck. They had somebody disable the live and backup footage so that when I went to look at the shit, it would be distorted. They weren’t smart enough, though. I had a nigga on my team smarter than Einstein. It didn’t matter what he did to sabotage the footage, Maceo could recover that shit.
“Give me a few hours, and I should have something for you. Whoever did this wasn’t an amateur, but neither am I.”
“Bet. Get at me as soon as you do. Whoever this muthafucka is, I don’t want them to get comfortable.” I left Maceo to do his thing. I wasn’t surprised that a muthafucka was trying me. That came with the territory. What I hated was that niggas always acted as if another nigga owed him some shit. How? I woke up with the same twenty-four hours as the next man. Only bitches thought the next man owed them something.
I was glad that I was able to wrap that shit up early. I had plans tonight with Mylani’s sexy ass, and I didn’t need any distractions. I was all about my business, but I also knew I deserved some me time. I stopped by my other spots to check on shit and make sure Memphis’s ass was on point. When Nisha got on his nerves, he tended to get off his square a lil’ bit. I was glad to see I didn’t have to curse his ass out. Houston already hit me up and let me know that our weekly shipment went out and everything at the shop was on the up and up. If I did nothing else, I made sure that the trucking company stayed on point. I promised my pops that I wouldn’t drag his shit in the dirt, and I was a man of my word before anything.
I pulled up at my house and went straight to my room to shower. Once I got Mylani over, I wanted to give her my undivided attention. I didn’t want something as miniscule as a shower to interrupt my time with her sexy ass.
I finished my shower and made sure the house was in order. I wasn’t a dirty nigga. In fact, you could say that I had a mild case of OCD. After I made sure the house passed my inspection, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Since I was only picking her up and bringing her here, I opted to drive my Lexus. Just like my G-Class, it was black on black too. I cruised all the way to Mylani’s spot vibing to G-Herbo’s25album. I didn’t care what nobody said, this nigga be sliding. It took a good thirty minutes to get to Mylani’s crib since I was coming from my actual house in Embry Hills and not my condo in Midtown.
Pulling up alongside the fence, I parked my car and trekked toward the front door. I made it a habit to come to the door to get her. Even though I was a hood nigga, I had manners. I waited a few seconds before the door opened, and her sister appeared before me.
“Hey, Jersey,” she greeted. “You can come in.”
“Wassup, Trini. Your sister ready?”
“Probably not. I’ll go get her.” I watched Trinity go to the back while I stood upfront. I looked around the living room, taking it in. I knew Mylani said that her mom was a junkie, but their place was always clean. I didn’t know if it was of her doing or her moms, but it let me know she wasn’t a dirty female. While I waited for Mylani to come out the back, a nigga that looked familiar came sauntering from the back.
“Ray?” I questioned as he came closer.
