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“I’ll take you shopping when I pick you up tomorrow. You gotta spend the day with me though. I got a few business things that I need to take care of,” he said.
“I have business to take care of tomorrow when I land too,” I responded.
“What business you have to take care of? Share it with me,” that made me smile.
“I told you that my little business venture is a secret right now,” was my response.
“Let me find out that you out here moving weight,” he joked, getting me to laugh.
“No. I think the reason why I’m being so secretive about it is because I’m just a little afraid of the outcome. I was in Milan for a while, and all my family and friends were under the impression that I was out there just for vacation, when I was really out there, doing things for my brand. This is all new for me. The idea of working hasn’t been something that’s taken up space in my mind for plenty of years. I don’t know if I told you this, but when I graduated high school, I did go to college because at one point, I wanted to be a doctor. That didn’t last long though. I started dealing with this older guy, and once I learned the benefits of having someone take care of me, I no longer had the desire to work. After I was shot last year, something in me changed, and I just wanted to live differently, start up a business, and make my own money. Because it’s new, I don’t know if the business will flop or not, and that’s why I don’t want to overly share it with anyone, just in case I don’t get the outcome that I’m searching for,” I was honest with him, and the whole time that I was sharing this things with him, he was looking at me in a way, as if he was hanging onto my every word.
“That’s real though. I feel where you’re coming from too. I started hustling and moving weight when I was just a teenager. In a way, I felt like that was all I knew. Ima be real with you Dionne, if my pop- pop didn’t make me promise him to stop doing that shit before he took his last breath, I would have probably still been out here moving wrong, living that life. The thing with me is that I have so much potential, so moving weight was just something that I chose to do. With my hustle, my smartness, and my ability to learn, it’s a million other ways that I could have gotten rich. When I decided to go legit, and branch off into opening smoke shops, I was scared too. I didn’t know the kind of money that I was going to generate with that. Moving weight had me eating lovely, so whatever legal route that I took, it had to match what I was making in the streets. The moneydidn’t come overnight though. I had to really grind, promote my business, and have faith in it. I look at you though, and I can tell that you’re the kind of woman that’s supposed to be running a business. You don’t take a lot of shit. You’re tough, and all of those are good traits to have when you want to become your own boss. Whatever the business is, is it something that I can support? Or is it just for the ladies?” he asked me. There I was, smiling again.
“It’ll be unisex, so you can support too,” I responded.
“Aight. I won’t ask you any more questions because I want to be surprised like everyone else whenever you’re ready to share. What you about to get into tonight? You staying inside with your girl?” he asked.
“We were supposed to go out, but she just got back, so going out doesn’t look too promising. How long are you going to be at my sisters?” I wanted to know.
“Not long. I came outside to grab something out the car, and when I was passing the kitchen, I heard you on the phone talking to Free, so that’s why I hit you,” he let me know.
“Okay. I can call you back before I go to sleep tonight,” I said.
“Yeah, do that. Let me hear your voice one more time before the night is over with. Send me the details with your flight because I was for real about picking you up tomorrow. I don’t say shit just to hear myself talk,” he assured me.
The things that he would say to me, it would make my body so weak. I would feel so giddy inside. I went from running from this man, not wanting to have shit to do with him, literally rolling my eyes at him each time that he would come around me. Now, I don’t want to hang up the phone. If it was up to me, I would have stayed on the phone with him for the rest of the night, but I had to be a good friend and spend the rest of the night with my girl.
I assured Tank that I would let him know the details of my flight, along with calling him again tonight before I went to sleep.
We hung up, and I smiled, walking over to the toilet, so that I could pee. I finished, wiped myself, and washed my hands at the sink. Since I was in here, I decided to just start the water, so that I could take a shower.
The whole time that I was showering, there were thoughts of Tank on my mind. I just had this feeling that things were going to be different for us when I made it back home. Different as in we were going to cross that line. There was way too much sexual tension between us that was getting built up. This was our second time on a facetime call since I’ve been in New York, and both times, he would look at me as if he wanted to devour me.
That night that we had with each other last weekend outside of his mother’s restaurant, that was a lot. I don’t think he understood how much I almost gave in and just decided to let him hit it. I don’t think my pussy has ever been that wet before in my entire life. It was only so many times that I could be around him, and not let him go ahead, and explore me. Something told me that when I allowed him to explore, he was going to do something to fuck up my head, and I think that’s the part that had me running away from him.
Chapter 12
Rico Briggs
Caught In The Game
Ihave a football game tomorrow afternoon. We’d just got out of practice, and my body felt beat down. It was a little after five in the evening, and before I went back to my apartment to get my mind right, I was headed to my baby mama’s spot, so that I could see my daughter. Promise had already ensured me that she had a few of her home girls at her house right now because they were having a little girl time. I texted her back, letting her know that I didn’t care about any of that stuff. As long as my daughter was over there, I was given the opportunity to hold her, bath her, give her a bottle, put her to bed, and then be on my way. That was all that mattered to me.
Since my daughter was born, I had this thing where I looked at her as my good luck charm when it came to my game days. I had to see her the day before my games. Right now, she is only two months old, meaning she was too young to be at my games, so for now, I’ll just take her being my good luck the day before.
I drove with the radio off, having a lot on my mind. I was stressing. Stressing about shit that I couldn’t talk to anyone about, and that’s the part that was driving me crazy. I’d gotten myself wrapped up into some shit, and if exposed to the public, it could ruin me. It could ruin my future.
As I was thinking about the shit that I’d gotten myself into, my mind drifted off to last weekend at my grandma’s house, and the way my big cousin Tank had gotten on me. I could lie to a lot of people, but Tank and my pops were two people that I couldn’t look in the eyes and lie to. I mean, physically, I could do it, but I couldn’t get away with it because they would know that I was lying. It’s crazy how Tank only had one little run in with those two niggas, and he could already sense the bullshit that was up. I would never confess to Tank, or to anyone else the shit that I was wrapped up in with those niggas because I knew that they would be highly disappointed in me. It’s no getting out of the shit that I was wrapped up in with them, and that’s why as I was driving right now, with the radio off, there was so much running through my mind, and so much that I was stressed out about.
I eventually pulled up to Promise’s apartment complex. Promise lived luxury. She wasn’t some bum ass bitch that didn’t have anything going for herself. My baby mama was a hustler when it came to doing hair, and truth be told, her hustle is one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place. She was one of the hottest hair stylist in Miami. Owned a nice ass shop too. Even with her having her own hustle, and money, she stayed in my pockets, and that’s one of the things that we would clash about. Before fuckin with me, Promise has always dealt with niggas with money. They would drop crazy amounts of money on her, and she expected me to do the same thing in return. I didn’t mind spoiling my daughter. I spoiled Romy in every way possible, but some of the shit that Promise wanted me to get for a two-month-old baby was ridiculous.
Promise followed a lot of famous women on social media, and she’ll see they’ll post a new Dior stroller, and she’ll send the link to me, thinking that I was supposed to send her funds for a $10k stroller. She’ll shop online at luxury stores like Gucci, Burberry and shit like that for our daughter, purchase the items,and send the receipt to me, thinking that I was supposed to reimburse her. She treated me like I was a walking lick, and that’s the shit that aggravated me the most about her. If we weren’t arguing about money, it was about shit like her always wanting to be outside, and in the midst of that, she would leave my daughter with whoever the fuck was available to watch her, and I didn’t like that. Her mouth was something else that we clashed about. She was a typical Miami bitch with a mouth on her that I would want to punch her in 99% of the time that I was around her.
Security let me through the gate, and I drove around, finding her building, and I parked in the visitors parking lot. I stepped out of the car, and the only thing that I had on was a white v- neck, some gray joggers, socks, with slides on my feet. I showered and changed in the locker after practice. I had fresh braids in my hair, that was covered by a black, do- rag on my head. I’d come bearing new clothes and shoes for my daughter, just as I would each time that I would come to see her, so I held the shopping bags in my hands, as I made my way over to the stairs, and I jogged up them, not stopping until I got on the 3rdfloor, which is where Promise lived.
I made it to her door, where I could hear music, and loud laughter from the inside. I beat on the door, and it took about a minute, but the door eventually opened, and it was Promise standing on the other side. She was carrying our daughter Romy in her arms, who was wide awake, and her nosy ass was looking all around, trying to see who was at the door.
I laughed when I saw her doing that, as I reached my hands in, so that I could get her from her mama.
