“Make it fast,” Wilde demanded in a gruff tone. “We’re out here for pleasure, not business.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped out of his embrace because who was he to mess with my money? “Sorry about that,” I apologized to the guy. “And I’m sorry you weren’t able to reach me. What kind of car do you have?”
“I have a Bronco.”
We set up a time for him to come by the shop and when he walked off, I turned around to face Wilde. He was talking to Pierre, but when he noticed that I was staring at him, he directed his attention toward me. “Yes, bae?”
I wanted to slap the shit out of Wilde. He was good at playing games, and it was irritating. “You’re already cock blocking. Messing with my money is a no no for sure. Let’s not do that,” I gave him a fake smile.
Something flickered in Wilde’s eyes, and maybe I was delusional because it looked like jealousy. He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space and peered down into my face. “Blocking fa sho’ ‘cus the one thing you won’t be getting until we’re done iscock.”
My eyes narrowed. “I swear to God you make a bitch want to smother you with a pillow while you sleep.”
Wilde hugged me. My breath caught in my throat as he wrapped his arms around me in a tight bear hug. “Be careful, G. Shit like that turns me on.”
My head was titled back as I looked up at him, and he stared down at me with a smile on his face, gold grills gleaming. It looked like we were in love and probably talking nasty to one another. Wilde knew what he was doing, and one thing was for sure – If Drew didn’t hate Wilde, he damn sure hated me, and the thought made me smile. Aside from Wilde having a murder weapon with my prints on it, this lil’ situation might not be so bad after all.
Ipulled up in front of Boone’s baby’s mama house and stopped behind her car that was parked in the driveway. Pierre pulled his ski mask down to cover his face and hopped out of the old Cadillac, gripping his .380. I paid a crackhead from around the way $300 to let me use his car. He didn’t ask nor did he care why I wanted to drive his car when I had three of my own. He was so happy to get that $300, he probably would have sold me the car for that amount. Boone’s pussy ass still wouldn’t show his face, so Pierre wanted to send him a message. No matter how much we loathed Boone and wanted him to suffer, neither one of us were with harming his BM or their child, so Pierre was just going to shoot up her car. He wanted Boone to know he was on his ass, and I was with it.
I didn’t even flinch as loud popping sounds echoed through the quiet neighborhood. Pierre shot two of the tires, the driver’s side window, and he riddled the frame with bullets. He jumped back in the car, and I pulled off with tires screeching. Bonne’s BM was a stripper and would be leaving for work in the next hour or so. We decided against shooting up the house becausewe didn’t want her or her daughter getting hit. If we didn’t find him in the next week or so, his mother would be paid a visit next. Pierre and I weren’t going to get tired. I could bet the bank on that.
When we were safely away from the neighborhood, Pierre spoke. “You and Wonder looked real cozy yesterday.”
I glanced over at him. “Fuck that mean, nigga?”
“It means that you look like you’re having fun with her and not just because it’s pissing Drew off.”
My left shoulder hiked into a passive shrug. “I’m having fun ‘cus it’s pissing her off, too. Sometimes, shorty acts like she hates me,” I chuckled. “You know I like making people mad. It’s a talent of mine.”
“The trait of a certified asshole,” he laughed. “Shorty bad, though. I’d try to get that for real. Her friend is bad, too. I almost asked for her number, but Nina’s nosey ass cousin was out there.”
Before I could respond to Pierre, my phone rang, making me look down at it. “Lonna’s ass is about to get put on the block list,” I mumbled.
Since she found out Misha was pregnant, she’d been overly clingy, and I hated that shit. I was still pissed that Misha hadn’t reached out to me, asking for abortion money. She probably didn’t even want a kid. I could see her having a baby just to spite me or to keep me around, and those were two dumb ass reasons to bring a child into the world. I ignored the call and responded to Pierre.
“Yeah, she bad. But shorty doesn’t like me, and I don’t even feel like putting in the effort. I came at her on some blackmail shit, so I don’t expect her to give up the pussy.”
“You still got the gun?”
I looked over at him like he was crazy. “Hell yeah, I still have it. But I don’t plan on turning that shit over. I don’t think she’lltalk. And if she does, I might just kill her,” I replied coolly. I wasn’t interested in seeing Wonder in jail. As long as she kept her mouth shut, shit would be all good. I dropped Pierre off and made my way to the grocery store before it closed. I had a credit card that I’d just got in someone else’s name, and I was about to stock my pantry, cabinets, fridge, and freezer with food. I walked into the store knowing I wouldn’t spend less than $400. The majority of my clothes, shoes, gas for my car, etc. came from credit cards. I did the check thing every now and again, but that was riskier than credit cards. I would get someone to deposit a check into their account and once it cleared, I would give them half. A month ago, I got a check for $64,000 and after a three day hold, it actually went through. I gave $32,000 to my aunt for doing it for me, and I got the other $32,000.
I liked getting cards and checks for large amounts, so I could go longer in between scams. It would be another two or three months before I got another fake check. Being overly thirsty was how people got jammed. I mostly used credit cards and the money I got from the cough syrup to live, so the $32,000 would last me for a minute. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up and saw a shorty sizing me up while biting her bottom lip. When I caught her looking, she looked away, but even from her side profile, I could see the lil’ smirk on her face.
I took a few moments to study her, and she was cute enough. She stood about 5’4 and had dark skin and a short pixie cut. She had a natural body with love handles and a round booty. I pushed my cart in her direction and slowed down once I neared her.
“Oh, now you gon’ act like you wasn’t eye fucking a nigga?”
She tossed me a bashful look. “I was not eye fucking you. I was just admiring your hair.” Her eyes remained glued to the array of juices that were in front of her.
“Word? What’s your name?”
She finally looked at me. “Jessica. Yours?”
“I’m Wilde. You single?”
“Wilde?” her brows hiked. “Your mama named you that?”
“She did. You gon’ stand here and insult my mama and my name?”
