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“Maybe…” she whispered.
“Do it now. Just one.”
Her eyes darted all around. “Your friends are watching us.”
“Ion care ’bout that shit. Kiss me real quick. I wanna win some more money. You my good luck.”
She tried to kiss me fast, but I made her stay there for a second. Just long enough to show her I really didn’t give a fuck who was watchin’.
“This nigga over there cupcakin’ and shit. Come on, yo!” Jon Jon said.
“Go back so I can finish my drawing,” she told me, blushing hard as hell.
“Gimme an hour, then we can go.”
When I turned around, them nigga were standing against the wall, laughin’ and shit.
“JuJu, I’m hungry. Can you take me to get somethin’ to eat?” Jante mocked Juicy, flutterin’ his eyes like a girl.
“You ain’t even got a shorty, Jante. And Jon Jon, ya cock eyed ass can’t get one. Let’s get back to me takin’ y’all niggas’ money.”
When I looked back at Juicy, she was still smilin’. I was ’bout to take these niggas for every dollar they had.
The GPS cut through my thoughts, tellin’ me to take the next exit. I shook my head, laughin’ at myself. Damn. One Gucci song had me back on the block like I was seventeen again, wit’ Juicy right beside me. I turned the music down and followed the directions. She was only a few miles away. As I got closer, I could see hazard lights blinkin’ in the distance on the side of the highway.
“Your destination is on your right in one thousand feet,” the GPS blared through the speakers.
I pulled over behind a white Audi and hopped out. I was glad she listened ’cause cars were drivin’ by fast as hell. She got out, clutchin’ her fur coat to her chest, her purse slung over her shoulder. The wind blew her hair around her face, and she walked faster toward me. I went over to the passenger side and opened the door. She climbed into the seat, and I closed the door before runnin’ back to the driver’s side.
“Thank you for coming and getting a tow,” she said, tossin’ her purse in the backseat. “Should I leave my keys with my car?”
“Ima come if you call. And nah, Jante got it,” I replied, turnin’ the heat up.
“Your cousin Jante?” she asked.
I nodded, pullin’ back into traffic. “Yeah. He got six trucks now and his own tow yard. He doin’ good.”
“That’s what’s up. We can reschedule the meeting whenever you have time.”
I glanced at her, then back at the road. “Another time is cool. Let me get you home, or wherever you wanna go.”
“Home is cool. I gotta figure out what I’m eating for dinner. I’m so mad that I missed that meeting. It was important, and it was at one of my favorite restaurants.” She huffed, fallin’ back into the seat.
“You hungry?”
She cut her eyes at me. “Didn’t I just say that?”
“Nah, you said you had to figure out what you wanted to eat. You hungry or not?”
“Yeah…”
“What?” I said, lookin’ over at her.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t worry ’bout that. It’s gon’ be quick. I’ll have you home in an hour.”
She sighed, pullin’ her arms out of her coat. “Okay. As long as it don’t take all day.”
