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“Shid, at the gas station. I let her be because she had a nigga. Now look. She out here stealing from traps. He got locked up and caused her ass to be out here kidnapping niggas to save him. Nigga fucked his opportunity up, and now I’m revoking that shit. He don’t deserve her.”

“And you do?”

“Absofuckinglutely. You starting to sound like you against me, nigga.” I cut my eyes at that mufucka hard as hell.

“You just spent days lying to that girl from a basement because she was keeping you locked in there, but somehow I’m against you.”

“And?” I said annoyed.

“Yeah, you two belong together.” I shrugged my shoulders and laid back. On that, we both could agree.

It didn’t matter what he thought at this point. I had made up my mind, and it was no changing it. Once Bubbles took off the mask, I knew she was the different I was looking for. When she kissed me, I knew I was gone slide up in her. Agreeing to pay them niggas for Peanut to come home was to put her mind at ease, but I knew at some point that nigga was dead. He owed me the biggest debt that a nigga could owe. He had my bitch, and I was coming to collect.

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

“I still can’t believe we did all of that and don’t have a dime. Your mama ain’t shit,” Taffy slurred. I looked toward the other end of the couch, and her ass was damn near hanging off of it.

“Girl, we ain’t do shit.” She shot up so fast, her ass damn near fell.

“What you talking?” This bitch was drunk as hell.

“We ain’t rob nothing. Remember, you were the one yelling we was supposed to just go to watch. I jumped out that car and grabbed that bag.” Taffy looked at me for a few seconds before nodding.

“You right. I ain’t do shit, but that’s because I got common sense. You my bitch though, so if you took it then it’s ours. The fuck! Your mama still ain’t shit though.” I raised my glass and waited for Taffy to do the same.

“To Juanita’s thieving ass and to never leaving shit around her again.” We clinked glasses and took a sip. Taffy had gone from sitting on the couch talking shit to now dancing around the living room. I was trying to figure out if she had a bottle hidden, because there was no way this wine had her acting like this. I was laughing at her attempt to do a split when my phone rang. Looking down, I saw it was Juanita. “Speak of the devil.”

“Don’t tell her what I said. You know she holds grudges.” Ignoring Taffy’s scary ass, I picked up.

“Yeah, Juanita.”

“Girl, it’s a fine ass man over here looking for you. Nigga sitting on my couch like he paid a bill. Talking about ‘Where Bubbles?’”

“Who is he?” Anton? Naw, it couldn’t be him because he doesn’t know where my mama lives. I don’t know why but realizing it couldn’t be him had me feeling disappointed.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be calling you.” Rolling my eyes, I tried to search my brain on who it could be.

“What he look like?”

“Fine! Oh, and it look like he got some money.”

“How you know that?” I immediately started thinking of a possible lick.

“Please. I can spot money before the nigga carrying it knows he got it.” Hearing her say that I knew whoever was there was about to get got if I didn’t hurry up.

“Juanita.”

“What? I done taught you about assumed property.” I was confused as hell.

“What the hell is that?”

“If it’s in my house, I can assume it’s mine. That goes for loose change, and fine niggas sitting on my couch. If he yours, you better come get him.”

“Please! Daddy will kill you.”

“Your daddy in jail with his booty clenched tight, praying he can keep that hole an exit. He got enough problems.” Before I could say anything else, she hung up.

“I gotta run over to Juanita’s. I’ll be back.”