And the very last thing Van needs to ever do is let her punk ass ex-husband back in her life.
“Can we smoke in here? Cody ass don’t let nobody sleep if he not tired.”
“Nigga, thisyocenter. Fuck you asking us for?” Nut scowls at Set.
“Well is this shit smell proof? I spark up, is Ms. Ayesha gone come down here accusing me of hotboxing the Center? You the one played architect.” Set sparks up his wood anyway, pulling it deep before holding it.
“Y’all niggas gone argue like an old couple until y’all shitting in diapers,” Turk shakes his head.
“Niggas be what, Ty-Ty?”
Ty looks up from his phone and smirks. “Jelly as fuck, Dub. Shit, you don’t look like you got any sleep either.”
“Not ‘cause of Rue Bea,” Turk grins and smacks his lips.
Ty sits up in his chair. “It’s threesomes every night foreal?”
“Man, hell naw. I know it’s not that,” Nut rants.
“Nah, it is that, prolly.” Set exhales and ashes his wood. “You know lesbians be strapping. No one has to bust a nut, so they fucking hours at a time and shit because the plasdick always hard. And Autumn and Pay be damn near finna fuck in public anyway. You know they turning Big Turk every way but loose.”
“I’m not confirming or denying shit aboutmysex life withmywives, and you niggas don’t need to be thinking about that shit either. And Set, please my nigga, stop watching that damn show. Sound like a damn female.” Turk shakes his head and rubs his eyebrow.
“If y’all done gossipping, I can start… I got shit to do,” I finally say. These niggas worse than women I swear.
Nut balls his face up even more. “The fuck you gotta do on a Saturday?”
I look him up and down. “I ain’t seen my daughter in three months.”
“Or Mace,” Ty cackles. “Y’all was in the champagne room long as hell. Don’t you know it’s no sex in there?”
I mock his ass like a lil kid, but I ain’t saying shit either. If I think hard enough, I can still taste Mace on my tongue, but that wasn’t planned.
And could have derailed all my actual plans.
But she was looking so damn sexy in that shirt showing them titties and short ass skirt.
And had the nerve to bring that lame ass nigga Brandon to her nigga’s concert.
Ain’t no bitch ever drive me crazy like she does. I’m trying hard not to crash out about her. The only thing saving me is I know she not feeling him. No, Mace is like me like that, used to dodging feelings like she Pootie Tang.
Except when it comes to me. Which means I’m in for the fight of my life.
But shit, challenges make my dick hard anyway.
“Focus niggas. I called this meeting ‘cause I got info.”
“Info? Nigga you touched down like less than twenty-four hours ago,” Ty questions, scratching that rock head of his.
“You gone call a meeting every time you find out something?”
I cut my eyes at Turk. “Well, I’m not tryna squabble with niggas ‘cause they feel like I’m hiding shit.”
“Oh shit,” Reem mumbles.
“Too soon, nigga.”
I wave him off. “I know who Sincere is working with… it’s the Mathers brothers.”
