6. Riot St. James #2
“I ain’t worried about you. This ain’t the end for you.
I knew Grim personally. You everything like that nigga.
Just the female version. You got his hustle, and even though you worked for me, hustle was never something that I taught you.
You came to me already with that. Don’t look at this as me dumping you off.
This going to be the beginning of your villain story.
I watched all kinds of hustlers and drug dealers come up through this game.
Some hustlers were meant to work for people; some were meant to run their own shit.
You ain’t the kind of person that’s supposed to be up under someone for long,” he stated, and I could tell that there was more he wanted to say, so I listened before walking away.
“A couple of years from now, when your running your own shit, being in a position that’s higher than I’ve ever put you in, you’re going to thank me. I’m doing you a favor, so you going to thank me for this favor one day,” he finished.
He probably was right, but that wasn’t the kind of shit that I wanted to hear right now, so I didn’t respond back to him. I left out of his office, leaving him inside by himself.
I was angry. I can’t lie; this shit was a pain in my chest because I didn’t know what I was going to do now.
It took a lot out of me to come down here, and damn near beg Gold for my position back.
I didn’t do shit like that. I had way too much pride.
With that, I don’t see how I was supposed to try to maneuver my way and get on with another organization.
I felt defeated as I walked out of the building.
This nigga made me so mad that I didn’t even wait around out front for the Uber to get me.
I ended up walking off the premises, going out into the road, crossing the street, where I was now standing in a plaza, and that’s where I ordered the Uber to come, and pick me up.
Instead of having uber take me back home, I put the location for my best friend, Demetria’s house.
We all called her Demi though. I grew up with Demi.
Our fathers were best friends, and our mothers were pregnant with us at the same time.
While my daddy was killed, her daddy was in prison, serving a lifetime sentence for a few murders that pointed back to him.
Demi was like the sister that I never had growing up.
I’ve only seen her once since I’ve been home, which was the day that I was released, so I wanted to drop by for a little bit, just to see her, and her daughter, Dayani.
With the fucked-up mood that I was in, maybe being around some love would help me feel a little better.
I arrived at Demi’s house about twenty minutes later.
She stayed further west. Most girls our age probably had themselves an apartment or a condo, but Demi had a house.
She’d gotten it a little over six months ago.
I remember when I was in jail, and I called her, and she was all excited about the new home that her baby daddy had purchased for her.
Her baby daddy’s name was Antwan, but he went by his nickname, which was Gutta.
Gutta was a rapper out of Atlanta. I hated that nigga too.
Although he spoiled Demi, that shit came with its flaws too because when she was pregnant with Dayani, so were two other girls.
Him, and Demi weren’t together for real, and the shit that they had going on was toxic, but I guess she loved it because the single-family home that I was pulling up to, and the beautiful Porsche that he’d gotten for her as a push gift probably made the disrespect, the cheating, and everything else that he put her through all worth it.
She knew that I was coming over because I texted her while I was on the way.
I made it to the front door, and I rang the doorbell.
It wasn’t but a good thirty seconds later that she came and opened the door for me.
I could see Daylani off in the distance, who had just learned how to walk, and she was walking on her little chubby feet, trying to make her way over to the door, where we were.
That little girl was the exact replica of her mother.
Same brown skin, same slightly slanted eyes, and already at one years old, she was tall, so I knew she would have the height like Demi too.
“You texted me just in time because I’m flying out to Atlanta today to go be with Gutta,” was the first thing she said, and I chose to roll my eyes at that, pretend that I didn’t even hear her, as I walked in the house, so that I could get to Daylani.
When I did that, I could hear Demi laughing behind me.
“What’s all that about?” she asked.
“You know what it’s about. Stop telling me shit about that nigga dogging you out, and then two days later, you back on his dick. Don’t tell me shit about Gutta!” I snapped, dead ass serious, not wanting to hear that nigga’s name when I was around.
At the same time, I’d already made it over to Daylani, and she was happy dancing, reaching her arms out for me to pick her up.
You would have thought that me, and her went way back.
When Demi had her, I was locked up, but when I called from jail, I would always have Demi put the phone on speaker, so that I could talk to Daylani.
I wanted her to know who I was. She’s seen my face before from the video calls as well, but this was only her second time seeing me in person.
She loved me already. She was happy when I picked her up, and I kissed her on her little cheeks.
“Yeah, Ima stop telling your ass shit because you don’t be knowing how to let stuff go. I forgave the nigga, so why can’t you?” Demi was still going, and if I didn’t love the bitch so much, I swear I would have put the baby down and slapped her in her damn mouth because she sounded stupid.
You would think that she was an ugly bitch with some kind of self- esteem issues by the way she was standing here defending that ain’t shit nigga. My best friend was truly beautiful, but from her actions, sometimes, I felt like she didn’t know that for real.
“You want me to forgive the nigga that punched you in your mouth last month, and chipped your front tooth? I’m supposed to let that go?
Or, do you want me to let go of the fact that right before that, ya’ll had gotten into an argument late at night, and he put your ass out of his fuckin car, and you had to find a way home?
Bitch, move around me with that. You sound slow, and goofy,” I got in her ass.
See, I was one of those people that was straight to the point and cutthroat.
I think that’s the reason why I only had one friend.
A lot of people couldn’t handle me. I said what was on my mind.
You never had to worry about me talking behind your back because I would literally talk my shit right in your face.
Demi knew that the things that I was saying was right, so all she had in her was to wave me off.
“You can be dumb, but when she gets older, I hope you teach her better. A nigga punch you in your mouth, the only option you had after that was to kill him. Go in your purse and blow his fuckin brains out. Fuck all that talking,” I finished, going to end it at that because I’m sure she had gotten my point by now.
I walked into the family room with Daylani, and all her toys were laid out on the floor.
I sat down, and I stood her up in my lap, bouncing her, and she was laughing away, loving that.
Demi joined us, coming over to the couch that I was sitting down on, and she flopped down next to me.
She sank back into the couch, pulled her legs up, and she turned her head, so that she could look over at me.
“What you did today?” she asked.
“I been at the house all day. I just got out the house a couple of hours ago. I pulled up on Gold. That nigga pissed me the fuck off too,” I told her, and she chuckled.
It wasn’t a secret what I was out here doing. My family knew, and Demi knew. They didn’t approve of it, but each of them knew that I was going to move to the beat of my own drum.
“I’ll never understand why you feel so compelled to live that dangerous ass lifestyle.
It’s like leave that street shit to the niggas, Bean.
We stay in Miami. You don’t gotta be one of the dope boys.
You can fuck one of the dope boys and get whatever you want out of them.
It don’t even gotta be a dope boy, though.
Get a scammer, ball player, or a rapper like I did.
You so pretty too. You can have any nigga that you want.
Every time we go out in public, dudes always walking up to you trying to holla,” she finished, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be over here much longer because I’ve only been here less than ten minutes, and everything that she’s been saying to me has been annoying the hell out of me.
I wasn’t sure if I was just on edge because of what happened with Gold, but this girl was working my nerves. I usually knew how to tune Demi out, but today? I was fighting for my life.
“My goal ain’t to scout out the richest nigga and get tricked on.
You already know what I’m trying to do. I hate that that’s even your mindset because that means that when Daylani grows up, you probably going to be teaching her the same shit.
Rid yourself of that. That way of thinking is ignorant,” I said, and you could hear it in my voice that I was annoyed as hell with her.
She knew that she was annoying me, and that’s why she eventually got up, and she told me that she was going to finish packing their bags because their flight was leaving in a few hours.
While she did that, I stayed down here, and the only thing that I could think about was that conversation that I had with Gold.
I was going to have to come up with a plan. I was a hustler at heart, so I knew that I was going to find a way.