“P, ignore this bird, baby and let’s do what we came here to do. Lyrie, I ain’t got to say too much cause your man on his way over here.” He gave Lyric that warning like he was thankful he had someone else to keep Lyric in line.
“Ain’t nobody scared of Grant or jail. I wanna slide this bitch across the floor.” Lyric’s arms were crossed and her leg was jumping angrily.
“She ain’t worth it and, Pretty P, them damn diamond hoops better be back in your ears real soon, baby. Nobody fucking with APD over this broad. She’ll get hers soon enough.”
“You can front all you want to but everyone knows you just waiting for a chance to get at me.”
Corey was laughing as he moved me behind him. I wasn’t afraid of this bitch but with a kiss on the lips he silently communicated he wasn’t going to let anything disturb me in the state I was in. He raised his brows until I nodded my agreement to stay calm before he turned to her. As he stood to his full height, he towered over everyone, even me.
“Trice, you been tossing that Downtown connector pussy at me since you were a kid. I dodged it back then ‘cause you were a child and I’m running away from it now because you and it are foul as fuck. Why not use your talents to make honest money? 304 social media got the hos making big money without having to bust it open and pop antibiotics weekly. That’s the last bit of free game you’ll ever get from me. Next time I’ll just be watching my girls do you dirty. Be smart about your next step.”
He intertwined my fingers in his before turning us toward Lyric and thoroughly ignoring Trice.
“We got a business to run. Wasting time with her wasn’t in your best interest then and it isn’t now. Leave this bitch whereshe’s at until it’s time to address her. We got more important shit to handle today.”
CITY
WE FINISHED HAVING lunch with Grant and Lyric and they went about their business. I needed to get up with Travis and he let me know he was on the block. Lyric needed to rest before she headed to the studio with Royce so they went back to her condo. She’d sold the original one that D-Mill’s ass had fucked in and gotten one on an upper floor. I tried to send Porsha back with them but she said she wanted to see Atlanta through my eyes the same way she’d shown me around Houston.
“You are really doing too much.” Porsha looked down at her wrist admiring the diamond tennis bracelet I’d just placed there. The jeweler was inside the plaza we’d eaten lunch at and I was glad they had it ready on time.
“Y’all be talking about push presents and shit like the whole nine months leading up to the baby falling out the pussy ain’t work too.”
She stuttered when she was walking and stopped to stare at me. “Do I need to slide these panties down so you can be reminded I still got walls? Talking about sliding out like my shit is the Katy Freeway.” She pushed me with her free hand and I was cracking up because I ain’t mean it like that at all.
“Baby, you know I would never—”
I felt somebody brush into me and I immediately went on guard. I turned so my body was blocking Porsha from whoever it was. My free hand went to the gun behind my back and gripped it as I turned to see who was touching me. My brows dipped and I frowned at this clown ass nigga that auditioned with usstanding there with a smile on his face and his hand out waiting on me to dap him up.
“What’s good, OG?”
“Say, the fuck you on bumping into me like that?”
The man T-Lo looked surprised that I wasn’t acknowledging him more positively. Were I not with Porsha I would’ve been far more hostile. The last thing I wanted was to put her in harm’s way.
“That’s my fault. I was just coming to speak.”
I nodded at him and still didn’t dap him up. “Cool. See you around.”
I pulled Porsha’s hand so that she knew I was serious about moving on when he spoke up and stopped me.
“I wanted to check in and see if you gave anymore thought to my demo.” I looked down at where his hand had made contact with my chest in order to stop me. His hand was already gone but I was ready to cut that shit off.
I knew we’d told him no when he left and he had to get put out the building, what made him think I was going to change my mind?
“Weren’t you talking shit as I had you drug out my building a few weeks back?”
“Yeah, but everyone can rethink their decisions.”
He did that posturing shit niggas did when they were trying to make themselves look like somebody. He was decked out with way too much jewelry making himself a target.
“Not me. I told you what I needed to then. A lot of men change their minds but I know a fuck nigga when I see one. Word of advice, find you something different as a career path bruh. Rapping ain’t for you.”
He looked at me funny, a cross between anger and disappointment. “Well, I guess all I can do is accept that then. You’ll be sorry you didn’t take a chance on me, though.”
“Is that a threat?” My gun was now out with the barrel under his chin as Porsha squeezed my hand as hard as possible. I don’t know if it was to remind me she was still here or to get me to act with more decorum. Me brandishing this gun didn’t mean shit because of Georgia laws. Well, this shit under his chin might be an issue but I knew this nigga wasn’t going to talk. The way the beads of sweat were on his forehead and not just from the summer heat made it obvious he was scared. And I fed on that shit. “I asked you a question.”
I slid the gun from underneath his chin and into the space between the two of us so I was less conspicuous.
