Cashmier sat with her legs hanging out of the car with her arms folded like a child's. Her throwing fits like a kid wasn't new to me; it was just more annoying now because my patience with her has run thin.
"Cash, come on, will we have to go through this every time I have to go make money? Why you acting new to this shit?"
I tried talking to her gently, hoping that would work. I even laid a kiss on her forehead and prayed that soften her up. It didn't tho. When I pulled my lips away from her forehead, she rolled her eyes viciously at me.
"Jehovah, I will be like this forever now because I am scared for my freaking life! Did you forget that I was kidnapped while you were out in the streets? Do you really want that to happen again?"
"Why would you ask that dumb ass question?"
"Because I have to ask it when it comes to you. It's like you want to ignore the fact that I need attention and protection, and that's making me look at you sideways."
"Cash, I'm really not trying to hurt your feelings right now, so just go in the house and lock the door. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Pssh, whatever."
She got out and slammed the car door. I sat there and made sure she got inside before I took off from the front of the building to my first stop, Ciara.
As soon as I pulled the keypad up to call her line, my phone rang with an incoming call from Scotty. With him having familyin every borough of New York City, I gave him the task of finding out who this Regina bitch was in the picture with my father. At first, he suggested posting the bitch on Facebook, but I didn't want mutha fuckas in my business. This was some shit I wanted to handle on the streets just in case things don't go as planned and some street shit has to take place. I don't need nothing traced back to me.
"Yo, what's good?"
"Nun much, brodie. Just ate a fucking bagel outside the building to get a little fresh air. How's the new spot coming along?"
"It's coming along pretty smooth. Primo and the other boys are working their ass off from the updates they're giving me. I should have another nigga in your position by the time it's done, so you can go back to making all them bad ass kids."
"Word to my mother I'll chop my balls off before I have another kid."
"Tell that to Kim."
"Shit, she feels the same. She will probably sew her pussy up before she lets me shoot another seed in her."
I had to laugh at this nigga.
Scotty and I have been working together for so long; he was like a brother to me. Not as close as me and Crew, but I would die for this nigga too. I met Scotty when he was working with my father as a youngster in their crew. My pops put him on his team when he found him at one of his car washes. Said Scotty hustled so hard up there, he could only imagine how he would hustle in the streets for real cash. He wasn't lying either. Scotty is the hardest-working man in New York. Shit, but with all those kids, he has to be.
"But yo, I was calling you to tell you that I still haven't run across someone who knows where this bitch is, but as soon as I do, you know I'm getting back to you."
"I appreciate the update, man. This shit is more than about business, so make sure you're checking every corner for this bitch."
"You know I got you, bruh, safety."
"Safety."
Finding my little brother was a necessity to me, even if my grandma thought it was for no reason. Whether my father claimed the little nigga or not, I deserve to know who is walking around with my same blood. Especially now since my father is gone.
When I pulled up to Castle Hill, I parked illegally as I did most of the time and ran upstairs to Ciara's spot. After knocking on the door a few times, I was about to walk away when the door finally opened, and standing there was a punk ass shirtless nigga.
“Who the fuck are you?”
"I'm the owner of this apartment. Your name, Hov, right?"
He smirked like something about my visit was funny.
"Where the fuck is Ciara?"
"Oh, my wife, she is in the bed. I'm Kairo."
The satisfaction over this nigga face made me want to lay his ass out and for good with a bullet to his temple.
