CHAPTER NINETEEN
Yah-Yah
I woke up to an empty bed, my hand reaching over to Sosa side only to feel cold sheets. I frowned, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
Then I smelled bacon, eggs, something sweet like pancakes or French toast. My stomach growled immediately.
At least he was downstairs cooking, that was sweet as hell.
I smiled to myself, throwing the covers off and sliding out of bed.
I had on one of Sosa old t-shirts and some boy shorts, my bonnet still on my head.
I padded downstairs, following the smell of food into the kitchen. But when I walked in, it wasn't Sosa standing at the stove. Instead it was Shaunie and my smile dropped instantly.
Sosa mama was at the stove flipping pancakes, her back to me, wearing some leopard print leggings and a black top, her hair in a high bun. She looked over her shoulder when she heard me walk in, and I swear I saw her lip curl up just a little bit.
"Good morning," she said, her tone flat as fuck.
"Morning." I tried to sound polite, but I was already irritated.
"Where Sosa at?"
"He left early this morning." She turned back to the stove, flipping another pancake. "he said he had some business to handle."
I frowned. "He ain't tell me he was leaving."
"Well, maybe if you wasn't knocked out sleep, you woulda heard him." She said it all casual, but I caught the shade. She always had something slick to say.
I felt my jaw clench. "Why you here?"
She looked at me again, raising an eyebrow. "Because my son asked me to come cook breakfast for him. This is his house, ain't it?"
"It's our house," I corrected her, emphasizing the word. "We live here together."
"Mm-hmm." She turned back to the stove, and I could tell she wanted to say more but was holding her tongue.
"You want some breakfast?" she asked, her tone still flat.
"Nah, I'm good." I wasn't about to eat shit from her this morning, especially with it only being me and her, knowing her petty ass, she probably spit in it.
I turned and walked back upstairs, pulling my phone off the charger. I called Sosa, and he answered on the third ring.
"What's good, baby?"
"Why your mama in our house cooking breakfast and you ain't even here?"
He laughed. "Damn, she already getting on your nerves?"
"Sosa, I'm deadass. Why she here?"
"I asked her to come through and cook breakfast while I handled something. I knew you was gon' be hungry when you woke up."
"I don't want her cooking for me. I want you here."
"I know, ma. That's why I'm calling. I need you to get dressed and meet me somewhere. I got a surprise for you."
I paused, my irritation fading a little bit. "A surprise?"
"Yeah. An early Christmas gift."
"Sosa, what you talking about?"
"Just get dressed and meet me at this address. I'ma text it to you right now."
"What kind of surprise?"
"If I tell you, it ain't a surprise no more. Just trust me. Wear something cute."
I felt myself smile a little bit despite still being annoyed about his mama. "A'ight. What time?"
"Like in an hour. I'll see you soon."
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
He hung up, and a few seconds later, my phone buzzed with a text, it was an address on the Northside. I didn't recognize it, but I was curious now. What the fuck did Sosa have planned?
I jumped in the shower, did my hygiene, and started getting dressed.
I put on some light blue ripped jeans, a white hoodie, and my white Air Max.
I flat-ironed my bundles real quick, did my edges, and put on some light makeup, lashes, lip gloss, the works.
By the time I was done, I looked cute as fuck.
I grabbed my purse and headed back downstairs. Shaunie was sitting at the table now, eating a plate of food and scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw me.
"You leaving?"
"Yeah."
"Where you going?"
"To meet Sosa." I opened the front door, not even trying to be friendly at this point.
"Mm-hmm. Tell my son to call me."
I didn't respond. I just walked out and got in my car, a 2022 white BMW that Sosa got me a few months ago. It was cute, but it was old and starting to have problems. The check engine light stayed on, and the air conditioner ain't work right. But it was mine, and it got me from point A to point B.
I put the address in my GPS and pulled off, blasting some Sexyy Red as I drove.
* * *
About thirty minutes later, I pulled up to a big building with a sign that said Prestige Motors. My eyebrows shot up. This was a luxury car dealership, the kind of place that sold Benzes, Audis, Range Rovers, all that high-end shit.
I parked and got out, looking around for Sosa, but I ain't see him nowhere. I pulled out my phone and called him.
"You here?" he answered.
"Yeah, I'm outside. Where you at?"
"Go inside and ask for somebody named Marqueez. He gon' help you."
"Help me with what?"
"You'll see. Go ahead, ma."
He hung up, and I just stood there for a second, confused as hell.
What was this nigga up to?
I walked inside the dealership, and it was nice as fuck. It had marble floors, leather couches, fancy ass cars on display. A Black dude in a suit walked up to me, smiling.
"Good morning. Welcome to Prestige Motors. How can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Marqueez?"
"That's me." He extended his hand, and I shook it. "You must be Yah-Yah."
"Yeah, that's me."
"Your man called ahead. He said you here to pick out a car."
My mouth dropped open. "Wait, what?"
Marqueez grinned. "Yeah. He said it's an early Christmas gift. Come on, let me show you what we got."
I followed him through the dealership, still in shock. Sosa was buying me a new car had my heart pounding in my chest, excitement bubbling up inside me.
Marqueez started showing me different cars, a black Mercedes GWagon, a white Audi Q7, and a silver Range Rover. They was all beautiful, and all expensive as hell.
"Take your time," Marqueez said. "Look around, sit in 'em, test drive if you want. Whatever you want, it's yours."
Sosa really did this for me. He knew I was struggling with my old car, and knew I wanted something better, and he made it happen without me even asking.
I was looking at a rose gold Mercedes when I heard a voice behind me that made my whole body tense up.
"Yah-Yah?"
I turned around, and my stomach dropped.
It was Morgan, She was standing there in some tight ass jeans and a busted ass Columbia jacket, her lace front was looking busted as hell, smiling at me like we was still cool.
"Oh my God, girl! I thought that was you!" She walked up to me like she was about to hug me, but I stepped back.
"Don't come near me you phony ass bitch," I said, my voice cold.
Her smile faltered. "Damn, Yah-Yah, it's like that?"
"Yeah, it's like that. What the fuck you think?"
"I was just tryna speak—"
"Bitch, I don't fuck with you, and you know that. So I don’t know why you tryna speak to me like we friends? You got me all the way fucked up."
She had the nerve to look offended. "That was over a year ago, Yah-Yah. You still on that?"
"Yeah, I'm still on that! And I'ma always be on that. You a snake, Mo. Stay the fuck away from me."
"Baby, who you over here talking to?"
I felt my blood boil when I heard Rylo’s voice. I turned and saw him walking over.
"Rylo," I said, crossing my arms. "Still a bum ass nigga, I see."
He smirked, that cocky ass look on his face that I used to think was cute but now just pissed me off.
"Bum? Shorty, I'm doing better than I ever was. You the one pressed ova a nigga."
"Pressed? Nigga, I'm shopping for a new luxury car. What you doing here? Tryna scam another dealership?"
Morgan laughed nervously, grabbing Rylo arm. "Baby, come on. Let's just go."
"Nah, hold up." Rylo pulled away from her, stepping closer to me. "You always talking shit, Yah-Yah. That’s why a nigga cheated, bitch you talk too much."
"Fuck you, Rylo."
"You mad 'cause I upgraded, huh? Yo’ mad ass pissed yo’ bestfriend was giving me way better pussy than you ever did.
" He looked me up and down. "You just an old ass hoe, letting some drug dealing ass nigga take care of you 'cause you can't do shit for yourself. That’s all you’ll ever be, A fuck doll for the plug. "
I felt my hands ball into fists, ready to swing on his ass, when I heard the roar of an engine outside. It was loud, aggressive, the kind that made the whole building vibrate. Everyone in the dealership turned toward the entrance.
A jet black Lamborghini Urus pulled up right in front of the glass doors, sitting on custom forgiato rims that probably cost more than Rylo whole life. The windows were dark as hell, tinted illegal. The truck was so clean it looked like it just came off the factory floor.
The driver door opened, and Sosa stepped out.
My heart jumped. He looked like fucking money, black Amiri jeans with the leather detailing, a black Balenciaga hoodie, his Cuban link chain so icy it was catching light from across the room.
He had on black Cartier frames, his dreads freshly retwisted and hanging past his shoulders.
His Richard Mille was on his wrist, gleaming.
He looked like power, like danger, and like everything Rylo wished he could be.
He walked into the dealership with his phone to his ear, not even looking at nobody, his presence commanding the whole room. People was staring, the employees, the customers, everybody. He finished his call, slid his phone in his pocket, and his eyes locked on me.
"What's good, baby?" He walked over with that confident stride, pulling me into him and kissing me on my forehead. Then his eyes slid to Rylo, and I saw his whole demeanor change. His jaw clenched.
"What the fuck this nigga want?"
"Nothing, he aint on shit," I said quickly. “Just in here talking out the side of his neck.”
"Oh word?" Sosa looked Rylo up and down slow, like he was examining a piece of shit on his shoe.
Rylo tried to look tough, puffing his chest out, but I could already see him starting to shrink under Sosa gaze. "You the plug who bought himself a fuck doll huh."