Chapter 151
was I becoming a tad bit irritated, as his phone had been ringing nonstop.
I think now more than ever, I was ultra-aware of the fact that Face sold drugs.
When I was confused about what I wanted, I never came at Face too hard about what he did in the streets.
Because in my eyes, I didn’t have the right.
Plus, I knew that I would seem hypocritical, seeing as how I’d been with Too Low.
However, things were changing, and I had never been passive.
I didn’t like what Face did, but I found myself holding back on my thoughts, because I didn’t really know how deep the rabbit hole went.
With Too Low, I was probably more involved than a spouse should be.
I knew his connect. Would sometimes give him the money to flip to pay the bills.
Hell, I’d even taken a few road trips with him to pick up dope, crossing state lines, and shit.
So, I knew that if Too Low ever decided to stop hustling, then he could just stop.
The cartel or nothing else would come after him.
But the stakes changed drastically if you were hustling in the big leagues.
I knew that Face was his own boss, but I didn’t know the semantics with his operation.
I didn’t know if he got consignment. Or if he owed people.
I didn’t want to put pressure on him, without knowing how things could potentially pan out.
Or have some muthafuckas snatching me and the kids up, holding us for ransom.
“You need me to come through now?” Face questioned over his phone. “Nah, man. Me and Babi are about to grab something to eat. So, I can probably swing by in about two hours.”
“Two hours?” I spat, becoming fed the fuck up.
He cut his eyes at me. “Man, what you tripping on?” “You,” I fumed.
He sucked his teeth, before speaking into his phone. “Say, let me hit you back, right quick.”