“Yeah well it ain’t for everybody. It’s reserved only for the people I love.”
“I guess I should feel honored.”
“Yeah, you should and you should gotdamn well say that shit back, Porsha. Got me pouring out my fucking feelings again and you’re all ‘Oh, I guess I should feel honored’. The fuck? Gone have my pressure high.”
I was irritated as hell, and she was sitting in the passenger seat cracking up.
“I love you too.”
And just like the weak ass nigga she made me, my overgrown ass was cheesing after she said that. Blood pressure normalized and irritation gone away.
“See how hard was that?”
“You know what would be even better?”
“Some dick. We finna pull up and make that happen but first I gotta make that call, P. He’s in town bringing heat to them, which ain’t good for anyone. And since it involves Yzzy you know Jacoby’s big, built ass is gonna want to know.”
“Crazy how friendly you are with them.”
“He about to be my best friend in law.”
She rolled her eyes with her hand on the door handle as I pulled into the garage. “Wild behavior.”
“Y’all got us around each other all the time and then y’all wondering why we close. What we supposed to wait on y’all be fore we all hang out?”
“Who’d have thunk it.”
“Yeah, so now that you turned me into this soft ass happy nigga that’s making friends and not slanging drugs, think you can leave me if you want.”
“City.”
“Porsha, I’m dead ass. You think you leaving? I’d find that nigga, kill him while you watch just so you know there ain’t no shaking me baby.”
“If I didn’t think that shit was so sexy I’d have to call the police on you.”
“You twisted as shit for that, P. But carry your ass in the house so I can handle this real fast.”
I’d called Yacouba so he could let Xerxes know his people was out here moving foul. He was doing far too much that would bring heat on The Cannon family, which would in turn have all of them under the microscope. Yacouba had no issue with passingon the message and I knew that something had gone down because Porsha said buddy wasn’t around Yzzy again.
I’m sure his ass was in a ditch or a vat of acid somewhere.
The garage door going up pulled me back to the present and I waited with anticipation for my Pretty to bring her ass in the house. I picked this vantage point so that I could see her from whichever door she walked into. She sashayed her fine ass through the kitchen and into my line of sight so that I could get shit done as soon as she walked in the door.
As soon as she put her purse down on the countertop I made my presence known.
“How was dinner, Miss Porsha?”
From the light she’d cut on, I could see a smile cross her face briefly before she glanced around the room. My townhouse was an open concept so it only took her a second to find me. When her eyes landed on my form in the dark she smiled and headed toward me.
“Nobody told you to move.” She paused and waited on me to tell her what to do. “I asked you a question, Pretty.”
“Dinner was fine. I still had six minutes to spare to get here.”
“And where is here, P?”
She exhaled for a few seconds before she responded. “Home.”
Oh, she was gone be good and fucked talking like that.
