Chapter 9
Amos “Fame” Logan
This that shit that I was telling ma dukes about.
Ain’t no way I was supposed to be getting myself caught up in shit with Honesty at the moment, when I’m about to change up everything that I was ever comfortable with.
My focus needed to be on the moves that I was making because I couldn’t afford a fuck up.
A distraction was the very last thing I needed but that was exactly what the fuck Honesty was; a chocolate covered distraction.
Shit crazy because all the fuck I had to do was what she was asking me; to stay the fuck away and leave her be.
I couldn’t though. At least I didn’t think I could and damn sure wasn’t putting any effort into trying.
I was doing the exact opposite and invading her personal space in the worst way.
It was like I was drawn to her and I ain’t never experienced shit like that before.
In the life that I lived, niggas didn’t make it to where I was with an exit plan so close that you could reach out and grab it.
I was breaking all kinds of rules by making it out without ending up in a cell or a grave, while in my prime.
Shit, if you asked me, that was testament to me always following and trusting my gut.
The moment I entered the game and took DOA to heights they couldn’t imagine, I stood on all ten behind trusting my gut.
If something felt off, I never questioned it.
Instead, I would simply pivot and prepare for whatever unforeseen blowback was to come.
Shit was crazy because my gut was telling me to walk away from Honesty and I was ignoring it.
I wasn’t sure if that was a response to her rejection of my attention or the fact that I knew it would get ugly because of her ties to Desiree, but the fact that I was ignoring a gut feeling about her felt like a testament to how bad I wanted her.
And I ain’t never want something this bad and didn’t end up getting it.
Running into her in the store was wild because I already had plans of popping up to her spot after dropping my mama back home.
She was already heavily on my kind and the fact that my crazy ass mama kept asking about her, wasn’t making that any better.
I could see that her pretty ass was tryna play like she wasn’t happy to see me, but I let her make it without calling her out.
Shit, she could barely keep up the charade while in my presence for a few minutes, so I knew she was gon’ fold like laundry when she realized that I was hijacking her time for the next few days.
Shit, she could thank her girl Des for that, too.
Des thought she was doing her big one by lying and saying that they were going out of town together, but I peeped that lie the moment the words fell from her lips.
Shit, if we being honest, I knew the lie was coming before she even fixed her lips to say the shit.
I don’t even think that she noticed that she was developing a pattern that I had caught on to.
The lies weren’t even necessary because I wasn’t invested in her or shit she had going on at this point.
She was free to move as she wished without any pushback from me.
If anything, with her lying and being sneaky, she was making it easier for me to make a clean break without having to come up off of my hard earned money in an attempt to look out for her after ending whatever this was.
It was wild because I didn’t feel shit when I thought of parting ways with Des.
Someone I once saw my future with all of a sudden meaning nothing to me other than a lil head or ass, every now and then, wasn’t a part of the plans but it is, what it is.
I couldn’t plan the next day, yet along a whole life with someone I could trust so shit was over for her ass and it seemed to come at the perfect time.
A clean break from Des, to me, meant that I could pursue Mocha, with no distractions.
Again, that was to me. Niggas was cool with the homie seeing something in a situation that didn’t work in their favor, but females and their girl code was something different.
I assumed that would be an obstacle to cross, but it had been hours since I pulled up on Honesty and she hadn’t tried to kick a nigga out yet.
Her ass refused to answer me about what had her crying and instead, put my ass to work going get her groceries from the car, then saving them like this was my house.
She claimed she needed to go freshen because she felt dirty after running errands, but I knew her ass was just trying to put some distance between us.
I didn’t complain because it gave me the time I needed to run outside, grab my suitcase and stash it without her seeing what I was up to.
That was all within minutes of me arriving and she had been locked up in her room for a few hours now.
I knew she thought I was about to go in there and bother her, but instead I camped out on the couch and handle some business from my phone.
Handling street business over the phone was a dub, but my hands were in so much shit that there were never any breaks.
Club Fame was taking up the most of my time and getting some new spots up and running, was taking up the rest. I knew that at some point this weekend, I would have to show my face to make sure shit was really moving on schedule, but as I ended my last call, I was ready to give Honesty all of my attention.
At least until her mean ass tried to kicked me out.
Just as she crossed my mind, she emerged from her bedroom and moved around as if I wasn’t there.
She was being petty, but I wasn’t tripping because conversation wasn’t really necessary when the view was so good.
I sat there watching the way that she moved in the kitchen and wondered if she knew just how fucking bad she was.
Without even trying to, Honesty had commanded my full attention and had me following her every movement, with my eyes.
Shit was weird how intrigued I was all of a sudden when she barely got a glance out of me before.
It may have looked like I was just interested now because she was dressing sexier now, but it wasn’t that.
Her confidence and aura had her in a league of her own and the shit just kept drawing me deeper and deeper in to her world.
“What you about to get into, Fame?” Hearing her ask that caused me to chuckle because I knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Whatever you about to get into, Honesty.”
“You tryna be funny?” I knew she asked that because I was mocking her tone.
“Shit, that’s your ass. How you gon casually try to kick me out when you not even supposed to be here?” I asked, confusing her.
“Meaning?” She responded as she abandoned her task of pulling out random ingredients and joining me in the living room.
“Shit, as far as I know, you on a girls trip with Des. Matter of fact, you over here being rude to me when I’m looking out. It’s been reported that there are a lot of break ins in this area so I cleared my schedule to come house sit and this the thanks that I get?”
“Nigga, there hasn’t been a single break in, in this building. Security don’t even play that shit, so try again.” She giggled.
“That’s all you gon’ address? Just disregard the lie, huh?”
“I am way too grown to lie, boo. I never told you that bullshit because I wouldn’t even be able to deliver it with a straight face. Being trapped anywhere with Des does not give vacation. I don’t even know why she threw me in that shit and didn’t use one of her friends as her alibi.” She replied.
“Shit, you always the alibi. You been lying for her ain’t no need to fake pump, I ain’t even tripping.” I shrugged.
“I personally lied to you for her?” She questioned.
Well, not personally because it ain’t like we said shit to each other before recent events.” I admitted.
“Right. And now I can’t pay you to leave me alone.” She rolled her eyes, before falling onto the couch opposite of where I was sitting.
“Aight muhfucka, when I really start ignoring your ass, don’t blow my line down begging for my time and attention again.” I clowned.
“Apparently, your time and attention ain’t really hitting on shit.” She smirked.
“You basing that on what? Ya girl sneaking off to get fucked on?”
“Now see, I don’t know what that girl’s plans consists of but since you brought it up, sneaking off to get fucked when you have a man at home gives, his time, attention and dick ain’t really hitting on shit.
Damn, triple homicide.” The sympathetic expression on her face lasted for about ten seconds before we both fell out.
“Girl, ain’t shit wrong with my time, attention or dick! I ain’t got the problem, it’s her ass!” I jokingly defended myself.
“All jokes aside, what’s up with y’all? I’m laughing, but something really is wrong in that situation.
Clearly, you see that she lied to you because I’m sitting right here instead of on a trip she told you we were taking and you sitting here showing those dingy ass golds, giggling and shit instead of thinking of how you gon get your bitch back. ”
“Say man!” I called out before cracking the fuck up. “You think you Bernie Mac with the jokes huh. Ain’t shit dingy about my muthafucking grill, I’m a grown man so you ain’t never heard me fucking giggle and whatever nigga she with, doing me a favor.”
“Doing you a favor? Oh you delulu? That’s how you make yourself sleep at night? I don’t care how crazy I look, I can’t be played with like that.”
“Yeah? A nigga try you like that and you gon show your ass?” I was falling out at her dramatic ass. She jumped to her feet, standing on the couch in the most animated fashion so she could show me what would happen.