Gently #4
“You say that, but every woman dreams of happily ever after and this ain’t that. It’s settling. I didn’t know what settling was so that’s my bad. Now that I do, I could never be that nigga, Prissy. You don’t want me.”
“I don’t,” she agreed. “I want the security you come with. The stability I fucking earned. The house with the white picket fence and the big ass guard dog belongs to me. I’m the one that sacrificed for it.”
“I’ll give you that. You put up with a lot of shit.” Hussein nodded. “But I’m not the one that owes you, TT do. Maybe she’ll marry you.” Hussein snickered.
“Why are you being so fucking mean to me!?”
“Why the fuck are you making me?!” Hussein said louder than he wanted to. “I told you. I got you. I meant it. Still mean it, but I can’t sign my name on no dotted line next to anyone’s name except Jakias.”
“Fuck you, Hussein.” Prissy spat, standing from her seat. “You better hope she still wants you by the time you get out of here, because I’m going to put every ounce of my energy into making sure she doesn’t.”
“I wouldn’t fuck around like that Prissy.” He laughed. “I might kill your ass.”
“I’ve done riskier shit for less.”
Hussein watched her storm away. He believed every word she said. She’d spent too much time with Tina for her jealous ways not to rub off on Prissy. He was willing to bet his life that Jakia wouldn’t even hear her out, let alone believe her. Still, he needed to talk to Jakia before Prissy did.
Looking across the room, Hussein saw a familiar face. Cassidy’s sister. She sat across from the stranger ass nigga that’d been moving like he wanted smoke. Shit wasn’t clicking fully, but it was coming together. The guard coming to get Hussein caught the sister’s attention.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister, Hussein?!” The girl screamed across the room.
He didn’t respond because he didn’t understand.
Cassidy was fine to his knowledge. If something happened to her, it ain’t have shit to do with him.
Why was she even suggesting that it was him?
Cassidy agreed to keep their business dealings private since their families weren’t fucking with each other.
“Where the fuck is she!?” A guard grabbed her as she began nearing Hussein who was being pushed out of the visitor’s room.
He hadn’t said a word to defend himself. His thoughts bounced from scenario to scenario.
Cassidy could’ve found the baby mother, but she would’ve never pulled up on the bitch alone. Prissy said she ain’t heard shit. Maybe the baby mother found Cassidy first and did her worst. Maybe the bitch was more dangerous than any of them expected.
Shit could’ve gone so many ways. Hussein wasn’t going to let that shit keep him up all night.
He wasn’t the only one doing business with her.
Something could’ve gone wrong with another client.
If it was on him, though, he wanted to know.
So, after days of ignoring the nigga that’d been staring him down, he approached him.
“Where you going, man?” Dink caught up to him. “I told you I can handle that for you. I don’t even want shit. Just make sure a nigga’s babies good, forreal.”
“Nah. Stay back.” He warned.
He trusted Dink would do whatever he asked as long as he agreed to take care of his family.
Hussein couldn’t understand why Dink was ready to toss his life away.
He was willing to get time tacked onto his sentence.
For clout? To be in Hussein’s good graces?
There had to be more to it than just looking out for his people because he had two hands and two legs to get to the money himself.
It was becoming insulting to his character.
“Let me holla at you,” Hussein walked up on the weird ass nigga when he stepped back in from visiting.
His crew ran over, a little too late if Hussein had been there to harm him.
“You need me to take care of this nigga for you, Unc?” The youngest nigga thought he was the toughest of them all.
Hussein’s name didn’t scare him like it had the others.
It wasn’t because he had more heart. He was just a stupid YN that didn’t know any better.
He’d yet to learn a skill that would keep him alive if Hussein wanted to kill him.
“I got it.” Unc held his hand up to stop his soldier. “Unless you tellin’ me where Cassidy is, I ain’t got shit to say to you.”
“I don’t know shit about her missing. I’m in this motherfucker with you. How the fuck my name get thrown in the mix anyhow?”
“Her last phone call, was to you. Her last text, was to you. And your bitch was the last person she was seen with. Even if you don’t know shit, the shit still fall on you.
You know how this shit goes. Your people making moves without you.
That’s an in-house problem. My only concern is my Goddaughter. ”
“I love Cassidy. That’s my family. I’ma figure out what the fuck happened.”
“And fast,” Unc warned. “Figure that shit out fast, Hussein.”
Hussein walked away already knowing more than he led on. Prissy was a fucking liar. The next time he saw her he was going to get the truth out of her.