“Okay.”
I heard all his weight shift on the creaky bunk and see him trying to lean over the side to get a good look at me. I kept my eyes closed and waited on him to continue.
“You must be new for real. My girl isFinesse. I mean she call herself being with some lame ass nigga right now, but that shit ain’t gone last.”
I laughed internally because she wasn’t just with a lame ass nigga she was married to him. And ain’t no way she leaving dude behind. Especially not after she’d basically told all this nigga’s business to the entire world and he was being ostracized everywhere he went. And the fact that D-Mill was in prison for assaulting her. Glaring impediment his ass was overlooking but delusional people gonna delusion I guess.
“She’s good.”
“She is. Perfect damn near, so yeah, I need to get this lil deal worked out so that I can get back to groveling. We have a few misunderstandings to work out, but I know my baby still loves me.”
“Mmmm.”
He didn’t take the hint by the noncommittal sound to shut up. In fact, he seemed to go harder the more I ensured he knew I didn’t give a fuck.
“Yeah you know, she’s theCardi Bto myOffset. I can’t lose with a woman like that behind me, feel me? We gone get back together and get back to the money.”
“I didn’t realize she’d stopped getting to the money.”
I’d been hanging around Yacouba’s ass too long because I was over here taking these petty shots at this man’s pride like I was getting paid to do it.
Well, technically…
“Nah, Lyric always been smart as shit with her money. Made plenty of bread in the streets and was smart with it. I’d need help to get studio time or some shit and she was right there. No question. Plenty of people tried to get in between us, but that was my lil baby. Nobody could tell her shit about me, not evenher fake ass big brother. I just know that nigga was trying to keep her put up for himself but I fucked all that up for him.”
This fool was giggling like he was happy that he’d ruined whatever plans he thought City had when it came to Lyric. Anyone that wasn’t a jaded muthafucka could see that ole boy really loved her like she was fam. And that observation coming from me meant this nigga was just making shit up in his mind to make himself feel like he’d done something. What he’d really done was fumble the fucking bag and a baddie and it was my job to make him feel the full weight of that shit for the rest of his life.
“But it’s all good. That nigga got sent up once he can get sent up again. Them folks itching to get his Black ass back in a cage I’m sure.”
“Oh, for real?”
“And if she wants to protect her brand she gone have to get in line or be right there with him. That bitch ass lame she wanna call herself with putting me in this box on some bullshit charges.”
He was sucking his teeth and I just knew he was probably air boxing an imaginary Grant right now. From the way he got put through a mirror and damn near got put through the floor the first time they fought, D Mill might want to stop feeling so damn froggy.
“Thought that shit was on film.”
“Yeah, but it was all blown out of proportion. I mean show me a couple who don’t fight from time to time. Just cause she was smart Lyric thought she was the fucking man in the relationship. I don’t give a damn if you make more money than me, you still my bitch, feel me? I’m a grown ass man. What I look like listening to my girl and shit? Fuck outta here.”
He was dodging logic better than he could dodge those haymakers that Grant’s ass hit him with in that dressing room.
“I doubt you’ll have that problem moving forward.”
“What you mean?”
“I mean she got a whole ass husband so whatever fairy tale you spinning in your head ain’t gone come to pass.” I finally opened my eyes as I heard him shift to lean his head over the side of his bunk again.
“What you trying to say, nigga?”
“Normally, I wouldn’t say shit but I’m so fucking tired of hearing your ass speak that I had to get you to shut up.”
He looked shocked that I was being real and even worse that I wasn’t agreeing with him. I didn’t know who he had on the inside that was still making him feel like he was somebody but me and a shaved down pointy toothbrush needed to have a word with them.
“Man, fuck you. You probably just another nigga in here jealous cause I’m famous and shit. Everybody knows D Millionaire—”
“Yeah, as the nigga who fumbledFinessethe same way thatOff SetfumbledCardi B. Damn, Cardi even moved on to a football nigga too didn’t she?”
I kept a straight face despite how much pleasure I was getting from this nigga huffing and puffing on his bunk. Nothing he said or did pumped fear in me, but he was about to find that out real quick.
