Chapter 6 #2
“I think I just missed the bus I should have taken. I guess I’ll wait around for a fuckin uber to sit in traffic for hours.
“Stop being stubborn and just ask me for a ride, Jasmine. I’m not offering too many more to your unappreciative ass.” She caught on to my sarcasm and shook her head.
“Whatever, Amir, I’ve had a long enough day as it is. Can you take me to my brother’s house, please?”
“I got you. Come on. I hope you have gas money.” I replied, and she let out a brief snicker. I could tell she had a lot of shit on her mind right now, so I was being lighthearted with her to take that shit off.
Once we got in the car, and the doors shut, I took off towards the quiet part of Brooklyn where Crew lived. He and Hov had found the perfect spots for their families, and only certain mutha fuckas knew where they live, and I’m one of the few.
When we pulled up front, Jasmine opened the door and stepped out, dipping her head back into the window.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“It’s no problem. I’ll be waiting on that gas money.”
“Don’t hold your breath.” She replied, walking around the front of my car and disappearing into Crew’s house.
I took off from there and decided to stop by the stash house to check in with Elijah about some shit.
When I walked through the front door, I nodded my head at the little nigga Tony sitting near the front door with an A.R. across his lap. I followed the laughter into the kitchen, where Scotty, Vincent, Elijah, and Bam were all sitting playing dominoes.
“Yo.” I greeted the niggas when I walked in.
“What up nigga.” Bam replied, and Scotty followed with,
“What up nigga. I see you with your good hair, Michael Jackson shit today.”
They laughed at the way my curls were hanging down over my head.
“Laugh it up nigga. Just don’t be confused when your wife has a baby with these same curls.
You will know exactly where they came from because they are going to flow just like these.
” Everyone in the room caught onto my joke laughed even harder than before, including Scotty.
At first, these niggas weren’t too happy about having a Quatar nigga around, but after a while, I showed them I was a real nigga.
I wasn’t necessarily trying to prove anything, just being me and letting the rest of the shit fall into place.
“You want in, pretty boy?”
“Nah, I was just stopping by here to check with Elijah to see if he heard from that connect at Ruckers yet?”
Elijah was so focused on his hand of dominoes that it took him a minute to answer me.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, my auntie sent the nigga a message to get in contact with me and gave him my contact information. He should be getting back with me soon.”
“Bet,” I replied, jumping up on the counter, getting an aerial view of these niggas’ dominoes game.
They had money stacked up on the table, gambling, and shit like money was just a game and not needed for survival.
But shit, I say that like I didn’t just give millions of dollars to charity.
But I didn’t work for that money, Mecca did, and I didn’t want shit from him.
I want to carry on the Quatar name with my own legacy.
Pass down money to my future kids that I had a hand in making.
Handouts never sat right with me because I never got them.
The only thing that I got handed to me was pussy, and hard work.
Once I was over watching these niggas argue and slam dominoes onto the card table, I dapped them all up and left out of the stash house door.
When I got in my car, I turned on the engine and sat for a minute, trying to decide who to call back first. I had another missed call from Delilah and calling her back didn’t sound like the move because I would have to have an excuse ready.
After setting my phone down, I got another call from a female who I was fuckin in the past. She'd called multiple times which got my attention and because of the dynamics of our situation, I figured this might actually be important.
“Hello.”
“Finally, you answer. I called you earlier when I was out, and my mama had the kids.”
“Oh, I was busy, what’s up though?”
“Nothing anymore. I’m at home now. But I don’t know where my husband is or when he’s coming home, so I need to stay put. We missed our window to see each other.”
“I don’t think your husband is coming home for a good minute now.
He’s caught up, gambling and playing dominoes.
” I glanced at the stash house where Scotty was inside, wrapped up in the game in front of him.
I know it was fucked up that I was smashing Kim while she was married, but that was before I got on good terms with her husband.
I wasn’t being sarcastic when I told him his children might have hair like mine one day.
Out of all the kids she’s had recently, I’ve been nervous every time that one of them might be mine.
Because for over six years, I was fuckin his wife and getting information that I needed from her about the Crew.
She’d told me where Crew’s spot was, info on the time and place of Hov’s party, and anything I ever needed to know when I was playing on the other team.
Did I regret all that shit? Hell yeah, a hundred percent, and now I’m stuck with the plague of knowing there is a snake in the camp but not knowing how to tell these niggas. I know there is a chance this shit can end badly, and I need to dead this shit before it does.
“So, do you want me to sneak off? I can have my mama come from upstairs and watch them for an hour. It's been way too long Amir, and you blowing me off is getting really old.”
“Nah, I’m good on meeting up. I been telling you that the past couple of years Kim. A friendship is all we can have. All this calling me and shit has to end one day, and that should be today.”
“Are you serious right now, Amir?”
“Dead ass. Take care, Kim.”
I hung up the phone before she could say another word. Hopefully, it really does end here, and she can move on from this situation completely like I plan to.
A war within the same camp that I am in ended in tragedy the last go round, and this time would most likely be way more deadlier than the first.