Chapter 4 #2
I rode the horse for about twenty minutes. I could stay out here all day, but I knew that Rico’s ass wasn’t trying to be out here much longer, so I came back over, and I slowly hopped off.
“How much ya’ll selling her for?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the mare once I was off.
My hand was still slowly moving up and down her neck, rubbing in that same spot that I knew she enjoyed, and that kept her calm.
“That’s a perfectly well trained, calm mare right there, Tank.
Usually, I would sell her for $25,000, but I feel like I can trust you, and I know that she’s going to be in good hands with you, so I can let her go for $18,000,” he let me know, and I found myself smiling because I told myself that I didn’t want to spend any more than $20,000 out here.
I had every plan to negotiate with him to bring the price down, and I didn’t even have to do that because I was $2k under my budget.
“I like that price. I just closed on my home in Southwest Ranches a couple of months ago. I’m in the process of making the house a home, and with that, I’m getting my pasture fenced right now.
Probably won’t be done until sometime next week.
Can I put something down for her, so that you don’t give her away?
” I asked, and Matt along with his wife were smiling.
“I trust that you’re going to come back for her, so I won’t make you give me a penny until you’re ready for her next week. I’ll have my guys come deliver her right to you when you’re ready. You have my word,” Matt let me know, reaching his hand out, so that I could shake it.
I shook it, and I thanked him, Janet.
“What you going to name her?” Matt asked me.
I looked at the mare, trying to stand here, and come up with a name for her on the spot.
No lie, this mare reminded me of Dionne’s ass.
Not even on no weird shit, but this horse was simply beautiful, and simply beautiful is how I envisioned Dionne.
There wasn’t a flaw on either one of them.
Obviously, I wasn’t going to name her Dionne though.
Dionne would have every right to think that a nigga was crazy for naming my mare after her.
Instead, I thought of something even better.
“Ima go with Noir. Noir because she’s black, smooth, and she gives off this elegance about her.
In French, Noir means black. The name is simple, but I feel like it has a powerfulness to it,” I expressed, and Janet was beaming, loving the name that I came up with.
Matt let me know that he liked the name as well.
Before leaving, Rico came over, and he snapped a few pictures of me with Noir, and I took a couple with Matt, and Janet.
We exchanged numbers, and I let him know that I would be hitting him up next week, so that I could call for my baby, and they could bring her home to me.
From there, Rico and I walked over to my truck.
I went for the driver’s side, while he hopped in the passenger side, and I eventually pulled off, leaving the ranch.
“You know a nigga got too much money when he so easily drops eighteen racks on a fuckin horse. Nigga, I don’t think I like any pet that much to spend that much money on it,” Rico talked shit.
“And that’s where your wrong, nigga. That ain’t a pet. She going to be family. Put your seat belt on too. Don’t get in my car trying to do that cool shit. Fuck around, and fly out this window,” I let him know, and he laughed, as he reached over, and he put his seatbelt on.
“What you doing tonight? You going to your sisters open mic event tonight?” I asked him, as we were at a red light. Rico and his sister were only a couple of years apart. Rico was older.
His sister’s name was Seren. She was in the process right now of trying to find herself.
She was young, so every couple of months, it felt like she was changing what she wanted to do with her life.
Seren knew that she didn’t want to go to college, so after high school, she thought that she wanted to be a model.
When that didn’t work out for her, she decided she wanted to be a flight attendant, movie star, makeup artist, and now her latest gig was getting into poetry.
Seren was my baby, and I loved her like she was a little sister, so I was going to support her in everything that she did.
I supported her because she could have had the mindset of just sitting on her ass, doing nothing since she had a big brother that was going to make it to the NFL, or the fact that she had me, her big cousin that was going to always look out for her, but she didn’t do that.
She wanted to work, and she wanted to find her something that she was good at, that was going to turn into revenue.
I’ve heard a few of her poems because I had her on social media, and I felt like if she chose to stick with that, she would do well.
“Nah. I got the baby tonight. Her mama supposed to be going out with her friends, so she asked me earlier if I could come get Romy for her. Tank, I don’t have an issue with my baby mama going out and having fun with her friends.
I knew the kind of hot girl that she was when I stuck my dick in her.
I just feel like our baby ain’t nothing but two months old, and she be outside every fuckin weekend, coming back to our child, bringing back all kinds of germs and shit.
With me in school, and all the time that I’m putting in with football, I can’t just take my child from her and choose to raise her.
My mama want me to take her ass to court, so that my mama can have custody of her, but my baby mama would try to kill me for doing that shit,” Rico vented, and I could hear the stress all in his voice.
Out of all the women in Miami, I just hated who my little cousin decided to have a baby with. Granted, I didn’t know his baby mama from a can of paint. I only knew of her from the things that he would tell me about her. Her name was Promise and she sounded like the baby mama from hell.
For one, she was older than him. She was twenty- eight years old, and you would assume with the age difference that her ass would have been way more mature than him. She wasn’t a bum though. She came with her own money, and her own business. She did hair for a living and had a nice ass shop too.
From what Rico has told me about her, she was a popular stylist, and all the women would go to her to get their hair done.
He said that Promise had a history of fuckin with all the niggas with money.
She’s been through NFL players, NBA players, rappers, drug dealers, the whole nine.
She was used to dealing with the kind of niggas that would pull up, fuck her, and drop ten bands off on the counter for her on the way out.
Granted, Rico had money, but he wasn’t all the way swimming in it just yet like the niggas that she was used to. That’s where the beef would come in.
She expected too much from my cousin. Romy was only two months old, and she’ll text Rico, asking for large amounts like $5k, which was crazy for a baby that small.
I just hated that he ran through that bitch and put a baby in her because now he had to deal with her ass for the rest of their daughters life.
Not even to put any fears in him, but I also told him to go ahead and get ready for the spiteful bitch to put him on child support. I just knew that was coming next.
“That’s what happens when niggas don’t wear condoms,” I voiced, showing the nigga no mercy.
“That’s the thing; I did have a condom on. The shit popped,” he told me.
“You fucked her with a condom that you pulled out of your pocket, or she handed that condom to you?” I wanted to know.
“Shit, I didn’t have any rubbers on me, so she gave me one,” he replied, and all I could do was shake my head.
“Dumb ass nigga. She probably put holes in them rubbers. Have I not taught you anything? I don’t give a fuck how good the bitch look, or how wet the pussy is, don’t ever let a bitch put a rubber in your hand.
Come with your own rubbers,” I preached, and he just waved me off, so you could tell that he wasn’t trying to hear this shit.
“Whatever man. You going to Seren’s event tonight?
You know how my sister is. She be ready to fall out with the whole family when they don’t come to support her.
Lowkey, I’m glad that I’m going to have the baby tonight because I’m not trying to sit in on no open mic.
I love my sister to death, but one of ya’ll just record the shit, and send it to me,” he said, and I laughed.
“Yeah, Ima go. She already texted me this morning, threatening me. She told me that if I didn’t come to the event, she was going to block me and not talk to me for the rest of the year,” I told him exactly what his sister said, and all he could do was shake his head because he knew how dramatic her ass was.
I didn’t have any plans tonight, so I didn’t mind pulling up on my little cousin.
Me, and Renee hadn’t been fuckin around with each other since the birthday party.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s been hitting me, but I’m locked in with my business, so I haven’t been hitting her back.
I just felt like she was that distraction that a nigga didn’t need right now.
Maybe I would swing back, but right now, I wasn’t trying to deal with all the drama and shit, and that’s why I hadn’t hit her back.
Hours later
9:37 P.M.
The open mic event started at 8:00 P.M. but Seren let me know that she wasn’t going to come on stage until 10:00.
With that, I was just pulling up because just like Rico said earlier, open mic really wasn’t my thing, and I wasn’t trying to sit through two hours of poetry until it was my cousins turn.
I loved her so much that I was only coming to support her.