Chapter 9 #2
He had lost the other one when his house was burned down. My Boobie was sitting in a Corvette stingray looking good as shit. She had her hair curly, and her lips were that two-toned shit with the brown that I loved so fucking much.
She wore a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses as she looked over at Navy, who was dancing to the music she had blasting. Meer hopped off his bike and walked over toward his wife. He said something that had her blushing and shit, while I hopped out the car.
“Nigga, we in the middle of Linden… fuck you hopping out the whip like that?” he bitched, and I ignored him, while walking over toward the car.
She looked at me and tried to act all unbothered like she hadn’t been thinking about me. As much as those condos cost, I shouldn’t have heard her purposely slamming her fist against the wall to get under my skin.
“What up, Boobie?”
“Gerald.”
Fucking sexy petty ass.
I bent down, staring directly at her while she stared straight ahead. “Be careful, you hear me?”
“Uh huh.”
“You still acting funny with me?”
I nodded. “You standing on that, Zoya?”
“Yep.”
I smirked. “Heard you.”
Quasim was on his bike and saluted his wife. “My love, dust em.”
Capri laughed. “Yeah, we’ll see about that… I do this shit with my eyes closed.”
Erin popped her head out the window. “Eyes closed.”
“Eyes closed!” we heard Alaia, and I assumed she was in the backseat.
“Gorgeous, why you not driving?” Capone chuckled, as he walked over toward his wife, kissing her on the lips.
“Baby Doll, you got my world in the backseat… but also, go ahead and handle ’em.”
“Capp?” Blair called out the window.
“What up, Queen?”
“Fuck ya!” She stuck her middle finger up.
We all started laughing, while I looked straight ahead at my baby. She was still pissed, and that was understandable. I said some fucked up shit, and she had every right to be mad.
Despite how fucked up it was, it was the truth and that was the reason that shit made her mad. It wasn’t because of what I said, it was because the shit was the truth.
“I cannot do this… sorry, Zoy… I don’t know. My anxiety is bothering me.” Navy hopped out the front seat.
“Yo, Navy, get in my truck,” Cappadonna yelled to her.
She duck her head back in. “Sorry, Zoy.”
“You were the one who talked hella shit and asked Don to use his car, and now you scared.”
“Don’t worry… Goon here… take my spot?”
“With pleasure,” I smirked, and made my way around the front. Zoya reeved the engine to scare me, and I stood there. “You gonna hit me… do that shit, Baby Cakes.”
Rolling her eyes, she looked away as I got into the front seat. “Pennsylvania ave. Traffic gonna be thicker down there. Soon as you hear twelve, go ahead and split.” Kincaid told them.
“Got you.” Capri replied.
“Heard you,” Blair repeated.
Quasim looked at his wife. “Anjo, you want me to ride with you?”
She shook her head no. “Alaia’s scary ass abandoned me… I can do this alone, Simmy.”
“Behind you?”
She smiled. “Always.”
Meer ran in front of the cars and hopped in the passenger seat. “Smoke they asses, Queen.” He held out his fist and he and Blair bumped fists.
“Um, I’m gonna remember that tonight? You already know you be turned on when I’m either busting my gun or racing.” Capri hollered out the window.
“Ay fucking yo… Pri, chill the fuck out!” Capone covered his ears and went back to Capp’s truck while we all laughed.
Capri’s main goal in life was to get under both her brothers’ skin. They couldn’t take that their little sister was a grown, married woman.
“No worries… long as I’m busting at the end of the ni—”
Cappadonna went rushing to the car and Meer was struggling with rolling the manual window up. Soon as he made it to the car, he slapped the lock down and laughed. “Easy, Capp… why you so mad?”
Zoya was laughing so hard she had to wipe away tears. “Missed you.”
“Not tonight.”
“Heard you.”
Kincaid counted down and the sounds of the engines revving clouded my hearing. Soon as he signaled, and got out the middle of the street, all three women took off. I watched as Zoya switched gears with ease, while she looked beside her.
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Blair was focused as Meer’s dumb ass was doing his little dance to whatever music they were playing. I watched as she whipped this shit like she had done this for a living. Straight face, like nothing could impress her.
Quasim was right behind Blair on his bike, while the other IG’s rode on the outside of Linden Blvd. Queen was racing, so she was to be protected no matter what. Shit usually started out as a race, until somebody acted stupid.
I watched as we bolted past the Brownsville recreation center, then an underpass. Zoya and Capri were neck and neck with Blair a little bit behind them. Erin rolled the window down, since Capri’s tints were always so dark.
Capri looked over at her friend and smirked, as she switched lanes, taking her off to the side of Linden Blvd.
Like Kincaid said, traffic was thicker, and it was a red light.
Zoya followed behind her. She ducked down Malta street and took it all the way down to Stanley Ave, where it was mostly industrial shit, and where bitches came to sell pussy.
Blair came blowing it from another block, right behind Capri. Zoya sucked her teeth, frustrated and whipped down another block. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up, while she was driving like there wasn’t cars on the street.
“Yo?”
“Gateway center… that’s the end point.” Kincaid said.
“Bet.”
She looked over at me. “You gonna give me directions?”
I tossed out the directions and different blocks we could take.
She sped across Flatlands and continued to listen to me directing her.
Since Blair blew past us, I hadn’t seen either her or Capri.
I could have been a dick head and acted like I didn’t know my way around.
Instead, I took the high road and told her little spoiled ass how to get to Gateway.
Both Capri and Blair knew Brooklyn, but my baby didn’t know it so well. She was a Staten Island girl.
Soon as we whipped around the block, we came into view of Gateway, and she pulled into the semi empty parking lot. There was a few cars from workers closing down the stores for the day. Zoya hit the steering wheel when she saw Capri and Blair leaned on the front of their cars.
“Fuck!”
“You win some… you lose some.”
“Shut the fuck up, Gerald!” she raised her voice.
“Fuck you talking to?” I barked, and she looked at me with those innocent eyes, like she didn’t just tell me to shut the fuck up.
“You… don’t fucking curse at me.”
“Stop be so bumboclaat disrespectful. Mi nah play wid yuh.” I pointed my finger in her face, ’cause her ass had me fucked up. “Fuck you talking to like that, Zoya?”
“I didn’t fucking stutter.” She put the car in park, and I hopped out the whip.
Respect was big for me, and the fact that she sat there and told me to shut the fuck up like I was the reason for her losing the race had me heated. “You on that bull, Zoya…. On that bull!” I walked away from the car.
“What the fuck happened?” Meer questioned.
“She fucking disrespectful… that fucking mouth.”
“And ain’t shit you gonna do about it.” She rolled her neck, like the shit was cute. To her, it was cute.
She had gotten away with it her entire life. Always saying whatever she wanted, never caring if the shit hurt feelings or not.
“Shorty something else.” I nodded my head.
“And like I fucking sai—”
“Chill, Zoy,” Corleon said, and she looked at him, as if he had the nerve to stop whatever she was going to say.
“You fucking bullshit, Zoya… and you know that shit!” I hollered from across the parking lot, and she stood behind the car door with her arms crossed, as if she didn’t give a damn what I was saying.
“Yo, take a walk… chill…come on,” Cappadonna said, as he climbed out his truck.
I would never put my hands on a woman, and even with her ass being disrespectful, I still never had the urge to cause harm to my baby, or any woman.
“The fuck happened in that car?” Capp asked, as we walked closer to the stores, putting space between me and Zoya.
I had calmed down slightly, but she was still running off at the mouth. Corleon had told her to chill, and she was still going on.
Her ass didn’t like that she was handed back the shit she dished out. Zoya was used to being the one to say fuck shit to people, and everyone gave her distance.
I wasn’t going for that shit.
“She looked me dead in the face and told me to shut the fuck up.”
“Shit…” Capp whistled, as we walked into one of the stores.
I don’t know why we were walking into the supermarket, but I was so heated that I went with it. “Her mouth fucking fire.”
“What you expect? You see who her brother is… apple don’t fall.”
“He’s her brother, not her father.”
Capp picked up the off-brand cranberry juice. “To you… Menace is like a father. He raised those kids when he was just a kid himself. There’s a different dynamic when a sibling takes on the parental role, G.”
I knew all too well what it was like to take on the parental role, but not fully. As much as I looked out for my brother while my mother worked, she was still there. She still raised us and was a parent.
“I hear you.”
“She’s not someone that’s going to be easy to slip in and change. Giving her dick and love ain’t gonna fix whatever the fuck is wrong with her… shit gonna take a lot of work, patience.” He spoke from experience.
He and Alaia’s journey wasn’t the easiest. She was an abused woman, who didn’t know who to trust, and he had the earn that.
“I’m over this shit… for real.”
“You have that option too… I know you though, G.” I watched as he took a box from the man restocking and started to put it on the higher shelf. “Pass me that second one… I used to manage a store over in Far Rockaway.” He lied with a straight face.
“Oh yeah? I have a cousin over that way… do you know Tyson?”
Capp paused, snapped his fingers like he was trying to remember. “Darkskin Tyson?”
“Yeahhh!” The man became excited.
“Tell him Capp said what’s up… stay up.” He stacked the last box, picked up his cranberry juice, and went to the cash register.
“How the fuck you knew he was darkskin?” I asked, as he handed the older lady cash. Way more than she needed.
“I guessed that shit… everybody knows a darkskin Tyson.” The lady tried to hand it back to him. “Oh, no Beloved, that’s for you.” He took it from her and put it in the tip jar at the end of the conveyer belt.
“Th…Thank you, Sir.”
“No worries.” He smiled, and walked out, opening his juice.
“America be worried about everything else but taking care of our elders. Ain’t no way she should be fucking working at her age.
Fuck ass country too busy in everybody business but need to be minding our own,” He vented, more to himself than to me.
By the time we came out the store, Capone had moved his truck over toward the store. Everyone else was gone and I was glad, because I didn’t want to hear Zoya’s mouth anymore.
“She had some words for you,” Capone chuckled.
I looked over where she was once parked. “She better watch those fucking words… I ain’t those other niggas.”
We hopped into Capp’s truck and headed back to the lounge.