Chapter 8 Devin “The Mercenary” Mercer
“Go in there and tell them you want a Vice Lord burger with everything on it, fries with mild sauce, and a pop.” Landon looked at me like I was crazy.
My OG saw how annoyed I was getting watching everyone else’s highlights and put my ass out.
Spur of the moment, I decided to come see her ass do the shit in person, and I grabbed Landon and brought him with me.
It was the weekend, so he had a pass to leave.
I did as much as he would allow me when it came to giving him things.
The lil nigga had a lot of pride, but that only made me want to do more.
He was adamant about our friendship being genuine and not about handouts.
It was rare he would let me go all out for him, and this was one of those times.
“What in the gang gang shit you about to eat? Yall be tripping in Chiraq.” Shaking my head, I pulled some bills out and handed it to him.
“We don’t call it Chiraq. That’s some lame ass shit the media put on us.” Putting his hand on his chest, he fake clutched his pearls.
“Excuse me, Chicago.”
“You still not saying it right. You have to say it like Sha cah go.”
“Ghetto,” he said while laughing and climbing out of the car.
“Hey, keep yo head on a swivel, and if somebody say check it out. DON’T CHECK IT OUT! They about to rob yo ass.”
“Why the fuck you sending me in here on this death mission? We could have eaten downtown or something.” Landon was looking at me with a mean side eye as if I was trying to set him up.
“The best food in Chicago is in the hood. Something about almost dying to get that shit make it taste better.”
“Yeah, aight. Wait until we get back to Miami. Imma send you in there to order some conch and leave yo ass with the islanders.”
“Watch yo mouth and gone the fuck on. We already been out here too long.” Landon closed the door and went inside.
I wasn’t sending him off because it was unsafe, I just knew I would be out here for hours signing autographs and taking pictures if I got out.
We were on Roosevelt and Pulaski at Super Submarine, so it was definitely a hot spot.
I scrolled IG and Tik Tok while I waited for him to come back.
Thirty minutes later, he climbed in the car annoyed as hell.
Laughing to myself, I drove towards our hotel.
We pulled up at the Waldorf, and even though they did what they could to shield celebrities when they came, I still threw on a cap and some shades trying to hide my identity.
I didn’t want anyone to catch a picture of me with Landon.
His life would end up a media shit show if they found out I was mentoring him.
We got to our room, and I wasted no time digging into the bag pulling out my food. It was nothing like Chicago food, and it was the only thing I missed from home. Turning on ESPN, we sat down at the table, and I immediately dug in. Landon was looking at his shit as if he wasn’t sure.
“What the fuck is a Vice Lord burger? This shit look crazy.” I shook my head as I continued to chew.
“If I tell you again to watch yo mouth we gone have a problem. If you can’t hold a conversation without cursing, who the fuck gone take you seriously?” He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Nigga, you curse.”
“I know, but I can ball. They forgive you when you’re great.” He stared at me until we both fell out laughing. “How many times do I have to tell you to be better than me?”
“I know, nigga. I’m not in the mood for no bald headed reasoning Tommy. Can you just tell me what I’m about to eat.”
“It’s Gyro meat on a burger. If you didn’t know what it was, why would you order it?”
“If yo bougie ass… I mean you bougie and you drove all the way to the hood to get it, so I figured it must be good. I got something called a pizza puff too.”
“Did you get mild sauce on it?”
“Naw.”
“Then you ain’t get it right. Just eat, I’m trying to watch more highlights of this nigga named The Mercenary. I heard he a bad mufucka.”
“You so lame. Oh, and it’s pronounced yeero. You too bougie to not know how to talk.” I shrugged my shoulders while taking another bite.
“Chicago got they own language. We pronounce it guy row. Now shut the fuck up and eat.” Once he took a bite, the lil nigga ain’t say another word. He was eating that shit so fast, I don’t think he was chewing. A replay of Blaise’s segment came on, and I completely tuned in.
Her real thick ass was looking good as fuck.
She was wearing a fitted vest and a pencil skirt that hugged her body just right.
Them big ass titties looked like they were ready to burst out the seams. She wore her real hair in a blunt cut bob with high lights that accentuated her deep brown skin.
Her big eyes were confident and mysterious, yet they were what seemed familiar to me.
I knew she wasn’t Brianna, but it’s what made me feel like she was.
You can change a lot of things, but you could never change your eyes.
I was wrong, but it made me want her. I guess in a way, it was kind of twisted.
Being with Blaise would make me feel like I was with Brianna.
I don’t know why shorty lived rent free in my head, but she did.
She looked up at the camera and smiled, causing me to smile with her.
Her teeth were so perfect they had to be veneers or she had gotten the best dentist ever to do her teeth.
Whenever one of her co-host pissed her off, I noticed she would push one side of her hair behind her ear.
I’ve watched so many of her videos and studied her so much, I was starting to figure out all her telltale signs.
“Nigga, this girl got you bugging. You ain’t took a bite in ten minutes.” Picking up a fry, I threw it at him and started back eating.
“This grown folk’s business youngin. Only thing you need to worry about is where you want me to take you. Unless you wanna help me figure out how to get her to go out with me.” Landon looked at me in disbelief before laughing.
“I should have known this wasn’t no trip for us. You brought me here because you ain’t got no game and need me to help you get some.”
“I swear I wonder every day why the fuck I continue to mentor you. Yo ass ain’t learning shit.”
“When you done fantasizing about ol girl, take me to O block.”
“Mannn, you ain’t wanna go in the food spot cus you was scared of getting shot, but you wanna go to the roughest neighborhood in the city.”
“We not from sixty thirrdddddd,” Landon began singing causing me to laugh. This lil nigga was a trip.