Page 2 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“Hold up. It’s D.” I didn’t wait for her response before I answered. “What’s up?”
“Ay, I need a favor,” he said.
“Well hello to you too, mothafucka,” I scoffed.
“My bad.” He laughed. “But look, this is serious.”
“Yeah, okay. What do you want?”
“Look—”
“Skip the explanations, excuses, and background story and just tell me what you need, nigga.”
“I need you to pick my sister up from the airport.”
“When?”
“She lands in two hours.”
“And what the fuck am I supposed to do with her after I pick her up?”
“Man, just get her something to eat and drop her at my spot. I’ll be home in a few hours. Suleem has me taking care of some shit. I can’t just skip out because Dyani’s flight got delayed a few hours. That shit ain’t my fault.”
“Yeah, alright. You owe me one but I’ve got you.”
“From the cradle to the casket.” He threw out our gang’s saying and I chuckled but repeated it anyway like that shit was second nature.
“From the cradle to the casket.”
“I’ll send you her flight information and I appreciate it, bro.”
“Yeah, alright.”
I hung up without waiting for a response and shoved my phone back in my pocket.
“Everything okay?” Jayme asked.
“Yeah.” I didn’t elaborate. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”
“I’m sure.”
“Alright. Cool. I’m heading out. I’ve got to do some shit for Darryl.”
“Of course it was Darryl.” Jayme rolled her eyes but climbed to her feet. “Thanks for putting this shit up so I didn’t have to.”
“Any time.” I closed the space between us. “If anything changes and you need me, call me.”
“Trust me. I will.”
I gave Jayme a one-armed hug then dipped out since Blake was out with his aunt and her two kids.
I headed home, double checked that I didn’t have any tattoos scheduled, took a shower, and ran through quick household laundry then headed back out.
I still lived in the D-Ville Projects even after all these years. I just moved from my parents’ spot to my own. The building had been renovated in that time and renamed Meadow Glenn Apartments but the ten story complex that housed the DP gang would always just be D-Ville projects to me.
The complex was a good mix of gang members and everyday working class people with the top floor being home to the two leaders of the gang. I saw a few DP members on my way down from the third floor but didn’t stand around talking for too long.
The drive out to Diamond Falls International Airport was longer than I expected. The traffic was insane, so by the time I made it to the designated pickup zone, Dyani should have already landed. I pulled up in front of the nearest door and scanned the people exiting the airport and walking around.
