Chapter 4
Chapter Four
SIMMY
Shit, before I reload my clips and let these bullets speak for me, I need to reset. It’s been a long fucking day, and the streets ain’t saying shit. That’s the part that doesn’t sit right with me.
Niggas are way too quiet about what happened to Chauncey—and silence always means somebody knows something. They already know what’s coming behind it: smoke.
I keep circling one question in my head: who put it out there that my brother was dead? That lie didn’t just come from nowhere. Once I find the source, the rest of the thread will unravel on its own.
I checked the time on my Cartier; it’s 4:44 am. I told Bianca I wouldn’t be home for a few days, and honestly, I shouldn’t have said that shit.
I never want my wife to think the streets come before her because they don’t. They never have. I’m in my bag about what happened to Chauncey because I couldn’t get to him in time.
I’m exhausted, real shit. Bianca doesn’t question the life I fucking live, but she doesn’t romanticize it either.
Bianca understands me, which is why I owe her loyalty and honesty—even when I’m not in the right headspace.
I need to see my wife badly. I should’ve been home hours ago, explaining myself and making shit right.
At the end of the day, Bianca comes first.
Anything else is noise.
After hours of deliberation, a nigga finally made it home. I sat in my driveway for a few minutes. I busted my ass to get here. I was in the trenches, day in and day out, until a nigga sold out to get right here.
I prayed for all of this. I don’t pause long enough to appreciate what I built, but tonight I let myself feel it. I pulled into my garage and killed the engine.
Damn, as soon as I stepped out of my Porsche and into my house, the smell hit me immediately. Even after I canceled our plans, Bianca still cooked and came through for a nigga.
The kitchen is spotless—Pine-Sol and bleach lingering in the air. My plate is waiting in the microwave, as if she knew I’d come back.
Lamb.
Roasted potatoes.
Fried cabbage.
A roll on the side.
I eat standing up, quiet and grateful, then head upstairs.
The bedroom is dark except for the glow of the TV.
Bianca isn’t asleep—I know better. She never really sleeps when I’m gone.
I smell Bianca and can’t wait to see her.
I want to dig deep into her warm, wet walls. I circle to her side of the bed.
“I love you.”
Bianca emerges from under our expensive ass covers. She stares at me, then hastily turns away. I cup the bottom of her pretty ass face and kiss her sexy ass lips.
Bianca won’t look at me. I had a feeling this was coming. Bianca crosses her arms over her chest, revealing her lower lip, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I know she’s still mad at a nigga.
“I thought you weren’t coming home for a few days?”
Bianca completely ignored what the fuck I said instead of telling me she loves me.
“Aye, I said I love you.”
“I love you too, Simmy.”
“Act like it.”
I drew Bianca close to me. Home—this is the only place I want her. Bianca’s arms tightened around my neck. I cupped the bottom of her ass, both cheeks. I clutched Bianca tightly and buried my face in her neck.
“Is everything okay?” Bianca asked.
I shook my head no, as if Bianca could hear me. I cannot believe we took a hit like this.
“No, but they finally put Chauncey in a room, though.”
“Well, that’s some progress.”
“It is… Oh, but before I forget, Rhy put Tamika on her fucking back. She almost went to jail.”
Bianca and I both burst out laughing. I’m glad Rhy’s home; that’s the only thing that feels normal. I know Tamika had it coming. I meant what the fuck I said earlier. Rhy just laid the groundwork.
“Already.”
“Same shit I said.”
“So why did you come home, Simmy?”
“Because no matter what the fuck, I’ve got going on, you come before everything.”
Bianca and I are locked in a stare.
“I’d better come first.”
“You do. I got some business I need to handle.”
“I know.”
“I can’t handle business if shit isn’t right at home. Aye, I’m sorry about earlier. I don’t want to be at odds with you. I had to put some shit in motion to get Rhy here. I hope you said whatever you needed to say to Rhy so we can move forward.”
“I did.”
I placed the duffel bag on Bianca’s side of the bed. I had planned to drop it off at the bank earlier, but some shit came up. I don’t like keeping a lot of cash at the crib, but I guess I’ll add this to the pile. Bianca can count it in the morning and put it in the safe when she wakes up.
“Cool.”
“Did you eat?”
“I did.”
Bianca lifts the bottom of my face and examines me. I kiss her on the lips.
“I love you, Simmy. I’m going to sleep.”
“I love you too… I’m finna jump in the shower, and I will handle your needs when I get out.”
“I’m going to sleep, Simmy; I’m not fucking with you tonight. It’s already late.”
“I know.”
“Simmy, I’m tired, and I really don’t feel like waiting.”
“Bianca, I still got Chauncey’s blood on me.”
Bianca lets out a gasp.
“Okay, ten minutes and that’s it.”
“Thank you.”
I head for the shower, scrubbing the day off me, the blood, the weight. The streets ain’t safe for the shit these niggas pulled on Chauncey. On these niggas' momma, they know I’m coming the worst fucking way. We ain’t beefing with no niggas over shit. This whole ordeal is blowing my mind.
I’m with Chauncey every day, yet he never told me about this shit. I needed to know this. I feel like this shit was a setup. Because Chauncey knew some niggas were gunning for him, and he didn’t say shit. I didn’t realize I was shedding a few tears until I spotted them sliding down my face.
Ihope Bianca didn’t make good on her promise to go to sleep.
I lingered in the shower a little longer than I expected.
I have so much shit on my mind. I went over to our bed.
I flipped Bianca onto her back. I have been waiting all day to feel her warm walls.
Bianca began to resist but eventually gave in to my request.
“I’m sorry.”
Bianca places her small hands over my mouth to stop me from speaking.
I threw her thick thighs over my shoulders.
Yeah, I’m finna eat this shit up. I had dived in headfirst, sucking the soul from her pussy.
I slapped my wife on her ass twice; she should already know what time it is.
Bianca extends her legs slightly wider, enabling me more access.
I poked my finger in and out of Bianca at a slow pace.