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“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Nawl, Pop. Ain’t shit that can be done. I’mma reach out to Kovi and handle that for you. I haven’t forgotten, shit just got a little chaotic for the moment.”
“You good, Dutch. I know how shit works. Jrue being patient right now. As long as we can get the shit taken care of before the season starts, that’s all we’re concerned with.”
“Bet. I’ll hit you up later. I gotta call Drix and see where he is with my shit.”
“Aite Dutch.”
Hanging up the phone with Poppa, I dialed Drix. I put a call in to him and had him doing me a favor. The last time we spoke was over an hour ago when he let me know he was on the way.
“You good?” I asked when he picked up the phone.
“Yeah. Pulling up now.”
“Bet.” I hung up the phone and sat the mug down on the counter. Walking to the door, I unlocked it and pulled it opened. “This nigga,” I huffed when I saw Preme sliding out the passenger side of Drix truck. “Fuck you pick this nigga up at?” I asked when they were close enough to hear me.
“We were out handling business when you called,” Sincere shrugged. “Who house this is?” he asked and stepped around me to enter the door.
“My lady, nosey ass.” Shutting the door behind them, I led them to the living room. “You got my MacBook?” I asked Drix.
“Yeah. Chari said to call her when you get a free moment. I stopped by the school and chopped it up with Jose. I let him know I was gon’ be stepping in for y’all until shit on the home front get straightened out.”
“Thank you for that. Shits kind of been all over the place the last few days.”
“How is she doing?”
“Not good, Drix. She won’t come out the room for shit. I can barely get a few words out of her.”
“You still ain’t said who thisheris,” Preme noted and sat down on the couch.
“Nigga… I just said my lady.”
“Last time I checked, yo’ ass was single.”
“Didn’t you tell me the last time we talked about you settling down to stay out of your business?” I tossed at him.
Slanting his eyes, Preme nodded his head. “Touché.”
“Talitha, Sincere.”
“The one you’re working on with the school?”
“That’ll be the one,” I confirmed.
“Ain’t nothing my ass. I knew when you said y’all was up in New York beefed out that it was more to the story.”
“Yeah-yeah,” I waved him off. “How is shit going with Josiah?” I asked, trying to change the subject. Sincere would go on all day if I didn’t.
“So far, the nigga seems like he on the up and up so thank Poppa for that. It makes it easier to handle business with him on the team. Drix ain’t really gotta do too much and we can get the shit distributed faster.”
“If at any point the nigga start slipping, wet his ass up. I love Poppa and trust his judgement but I ain’t trying to have shit come back on either of us. If he gotta be a casualty of war, then better him than us.”
“Understood.” Both of them acknowledged.
“Other than that, everything else good?”
“It is our way. You good here?” Sincere queried.