Chapter 91
“Man, where you at? This nigga is trying to spend sixty racks, as we speak,” Dice, my right hand, rambled over the phone.
I glanced at the apartment building that I was parked outside of and sighed. “I’m in The Ghettos.”
“Nigga, for what?”
I sighed, while wondering the same damn thing. I had just been fucking Babi for a few days. We hardly knew each other, and the player thing to do would’ve been to give her some space. And if she wanted to go home, then I should let her.
I told myself that I wasn’t into forcing my will on nobody. I’d let her breathe. And that sentiment lasted for about two hours. Then I hopped in my truck, and headed to Acres Homes, before I could even mentally process what I was doing.
I had it fucking bad, and now knew exactly how "ends felt. The way that I was craving Babi was unreal. Her whole aura had me going, and I needed another dose.
It was frustrating to deal with somebody who was fighting against the natural order of things. I could tell that she wanted to do right by her nigga. And ordinarily I wasn’t the man to kill the