Chapter 8 #2
My body was browsing the aisles of the grocery store while my mind was for damn sure still in that room taking in every word that Sanchez had spoken.
It was crazy because I was under the impression that my sister absolutely hated everything to do with being an agent but she was quick on her feet with a few exit plans in case shit went left.
I actually prayed like hell that we wouldn’t have to resort to using any big she was positive that we would have no choice, so for once I was following her lead.
Sanchez and I didn’t have much to speak on because truthfully, I wasn’t on my job as I should have been.
There was no need to lie to myself, I didn’t want to continue the part of the role where I betrayed Fame because clearly he had enough snakes around him without me hissing behind his back.
The whole time I spoke with Sanchez, I tried to think of an angle in which he wouldn’t be a part of the take down but it seemed impossible being that they knew he was the one running shit.
The thing was, the evidence directly relating to him was circumstantial and a half decent lawyer could get him off.
Fame wasn’t sloppy, loud or careless. He was smart as hell and thought everything through, which is why they were having such a hard time getting him behind bars after all these years.
Hell, I didn’t see anything changing as long as I didn’t contribute anything to the bread crumbs they had collected.
With that in mind, I figured all that I had to do was keep my distance and there would be nothing for me to report and no need to become a criminal also by lying under oath. Simple.
“Girl, you must have heard us talking about you for you to just show up at the same store.” I heard behind me.
I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Fame’s mom and there was no need to wonder if he was near because she assured me with her next action.
“FAAAMMMMEEEE! Look Latte ass be spying on you like you be spying on her!” I knew I turned red as everyone looked in our direction.
“What the fuck you looking at? I know I didn’t call you, your damn name ain’t Fame!
And I know I didn’t push your ugly ass out my pussy.
” This crazy ass woman was snapping on everyone on the aisle.
I fell out laughing when everyone started looking away so that she would spare them.
“Ma, what I told you about wildin’ in this store, man?
” Fame questioned as soon as he stepped on the aisle.
Not he had an arm of snacks while looking like one himself.
As usual he was dressed to impress and o could tell he had just gotten a fresh cut from the crispy linen that bordered his head full of waves.
“Ain’t nobody wildin’. They all in my damn business so you know I had to check that. Anyway, you see Latte?”
“Who?” He looked around and as soon as his eyes fell on me, a smile stretched across his face that made me feel things I didn’t want or need to be feeling when it came to him. “Hold up. Who the hell is Latte? Mocha, ma.”
“Shit, her name could be mango dragon fruit refresher for all I care. I’m just glad she’s here so I can steal in peace.
I’m tired of hearing about the way she walks, talks and smells.
The fuck you smelling that girl for? I can’t even blame that weird shit on the crack because I was sober with you.
” I fell out all over again because that woman didn’t give a damn what she said.
“Ma, you better not be stealing like we hurting for money.” Fame fussed as he made his way towards me and threw his snacks in my basket.
“I can have a milli in my bag and I’ll still slide these same rib eyes and lobster tails right next to it. This payback for kidnapping my ancestors!” Her crazy ass called out while Fame dragged me from the aisle.
“Boy, why are you pulling on me?” I argued.
“Cause you giggling like she told a joke or something. Her ass really has that shit in her purse. They gon take yo ass to jail with her and call y’all the surf and turf bandits.” He explained as I cracked the fuck up once again.
“Something wrong with both of y’all asses. I love how she put your ass on blast though. You been talking about me?” I smiled.
“To everyone with ears. I’m fucked up about ya lil mama.
That’s you playing these elementary games.
This was a sign though; I was about to grab all kind of shit and pop up at your house anyway.
Now this is better, we gon grocery shop together so I can see what kind of shit you like.
” He casually spoke on invading my privacy.
“Ummm, I have a better idea…” I started.
“No you don’t. You about to say something stupid and try ruin our first shopping trip.
Stop tripping and just go with this. Show me what kinda shit you be craving on your cycle and shit.
We can swing by the pads so you can show me which one of those you be fucking with too.
I bet it be them long ones that go from ya belly to ya back.
Thick females like that kind.” His ass was casually holding conversation about feminine products as if he was gon’ be around.
“First of all, stop comparing me to other women. I use tampons anyway.” I called out before walking off.
“Oh yeah, we deading that! I ain’t fucking with no foreign objects going in my girl.” He waved me off.
“I’m sure Des appreciates your concern.” I barely spoke before something hit the backing my head. I looked from the bag of marshmallows that were on the floor and back to Fame who I knew had thrown it.
“Better be glad it was marshmallows and not a ribeye out my mama purse, Latte.” As soon as he said those words, we heard the call for loss prevention, over the intercom. My mouth fell open in shock before he started shaking his head.
“You aren’t going check on her?” I asked as he continued shopping.
“Hell nah, I ain’t tryna be the third surf and turf bandit.
Besides, she used to this shit. She gon mace them and haul ass if they’re on to her and be waiting on me in the hood.
Now what you feel like cooking tonight?” He changed the subject like he had not a care in the world. Yeah, so much for staying away.