Page 14 of If I Gave You My Heart
Adonis
I had already driven to different pawn shops, turning most of the jewelry we had taken from the robbery. I lay in my newly purchased bed and played with the medallion to the necklace in my hand. It was a peculiar piece that I had only seen once before, and that was on the neck of my mother. The orange hue on the part of the sun and crescent moon piece glistened under the sun's rays that peeked through my blinds.
"Aye muthafucka, let's go get some wings." Dom stood in the doorway of my room.
"Nah, I'm good."
I had been lying low since we hit that house a couple of days ago. If I weren't making moves driving around pawning my winnings, I would stay low in the crib.
"I'll call, and we can pick it up. This weird staying in the crib shit is unhealthy, gang."
Dom wasn't letting up on trying to get me out of the house, so I finally agreed.
"Aight, give me a minute, bruh. Let me throw some shit on."
"Bet."
He walked his ass downstairs, and when he did, I headed toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. I placed the stolen necklace into the empty soap dish as I handled my hygiene. Georgia had that weird ass weather where you had to be winter-ready in the morning, but by noon, bring out the shorts and slides. I settled for a pair of Nike Tech sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a matching pair of Nike slides. I was able to add to my wardrobe with my earnings, too. Judging by how Dom chose to spend his money, I could see that we would have to hit another lick soon. That muthafucka done put down on a new truck and bought some jewelry and some other bullshit.
I spent money on shit that I needed. Before moving to Georgia, I didn't have many clothes, so I loaded my closet and got some bedroom furniture because I was tired of sleeping on the couch. The rest of my funds went into a savings account because, being a nigga that learns from his mistakes, there was no way that I was ever gonna go broke again. I didn't even waste money on turning the service to my phone on because that would be a monthly expense I didn't need. As long as I was connected to Wi-Fi, I could text, talk, and be on FaceTime. Besides playing basketball, Javier didn't do much, so whenever I wanted to talk to Joy, I would FaceTime his phone. She refuses to toss out that damn Android and walk on over to the dark side of iPhone land.
"Aight, gang, let's go," I announced to Dom once I made it down the stairs.
That muthafucka was designer-dripping just to run to a wing spot. He wore a pair of distressed jeans and an Off-White shirt with some Off-White sneakers to match.
"Are you going to the club or something?" I asked with a raise of my eyebrow.
"You never know where you gone run into some new bitches."
"You be worried about these females, and that's the problem," I said as I held the front door open for him.
Dom pressed a button on his key fob that started the engine on a new smoke-gray Trackhawk he had just gotten. I already knew those monthly payments were about to bust him in the ass.
After sitting passenger side, Dom pulled off. Moneybagg Yo was snapping, and I was glad that we had similar taste in music. Getting cool with Dom wasn't hard because I remember him visiting Joy's house a couple of times growing up. He was always a cool dude, and that didn't change with age. What shocked me was that I wasn't much of a people person, and he and I connected fairly quickly. I had a good handful of my niggas back in Lima that I would consider my day ones but other than being with them, I rolled around solo. Joy heavily expressed that Dom was family, and it damn sure felt like it. I could tell that he fucked with a nigga because of how fucked with Joy, so I appreciated it.
"You coming inside, my boy?"
"Nah, I'm good."
I stopped speaking when a white Lexus pulled up beside us, blasting music.
"Mobbin' schemin' lootin' hide your bodies…"
The bitches in the car next to us were singing their hearts out. I couldn't see what they looked like, but with the driver's side window cracked, I could hear two different voices singing over SZA's fine ass.
"The weather gets nice, and bitches start blasting the music and cutting up."
Dom complained like he was annoyed, but we both knew that he loved himself a little ghetto bitch.
"I'll take a couple of bitches cutting up in a Lexus than in an Altima any day," I joked.
Dom laughed before turning our music down.
"What kind of wings you want, bruh?" he asked.
"Honey hot."
"Bet, you sure you don't want to come in?"
