Page 61 of Adonis Gates

Jru Baby: I got this stuff for Apollo’s bathroom at my house.

I was over texting, and her ass was gon’ keep sending shit back-to-back, so I called her instead.

“I thought you were busy,” she said as soon as she answered.

“You don’t give a fuck if I was, you blowin’ a nigga up,” I said and laughed. “How AP got a bathroom at ya shit, and I don’t?”

“He’s a baby. He needs his space wherever he is,” she giggled. “He asked me if I could decorate that room for him for the nights you guys stay with me, and I said yes.”

“Nigga is not a fuckin’ baby, bro.” I chuckled. “And all that basketball shit you sent is for a damn baby.”

The bathroom shit that she’d sent pictures of was a bunch of basketball themed shit for a boy, but alittleass boy. At my crib it was just a solid-colored shower curtain, the soap dish, dispenser, and toothbrush holder. That was more than enough to me.

“It is not!” she exclaimed. “He likes basketball, so I thought that stuff was cute.”

“AP is fifteen, baby, not five. Just rock with the shit that’s in there. He’ll be aight.”

“Yeah, no. I don’t like water all over the floors and stuff, so he needs more than a shower curtain. Maybe I’ll just do blue and an accent color.”

“Yeah, that sounds straight to me,” I replied and she sucked her teeth.

“You don’t even care.”

“It’s bathroom shit, baby.” I laughed. “What you want me to say besides what I said?”

“Nothing.”

I grinned at her quick reply. “You got an attitude?”

“No.”

“You lyin’.” I laughed. “I like the shit you sent, Jru, and I think the blue shit will be straight. Maybe put gray with it,” I suggested.

“Yes, that will be perfect!” she excitedly replied. “See, you’re good at this.”

“You spoiled as fuck, Jruelle.” I shook my head and noticed that we were pulling up to our destination. “I gotta go handle this shit though, baby. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way back to the city.”

“Oh, you left town?”

“I ain’t far. I had to do some shit with Zig and Deek. Greg there and…”

“No, I know, you just didn’t tell me you were leaving Atlyn City,” she said. “But, okay, just be safe and call me when you’re on the way back.”

“I got you, love.”

We disconnected the call, and I pocketed my phone before reaching beside the seat for my gun. I usually rode with the shit in my lap, but since we were traveling away from the city, I tucked it just in case.

After securing my gun on my hip, I climbed out of the car followed by Zig and Deek who followed closely behind metoward the bar. I’d put the two of them up on game about what happened with the accountant, so we were coming to personally address the shit.

“Ay, you whipped nigga.” Zig said before pulling the door open.

“Fuck you, bruh.” I chuckled entering before him.

There were two men seated at the bar with a beer in front of them, looking at the news that was playing on the single flat screen T.V. hanging in front of them. Brent, one of the twins that owned the bar, was at the far end with his back toward us.

Zig and I headed in that direction, both of us easing onto a barstool while we left Deek to tend to the men at the bar. It took a minute for Brent to realize we were there, but when he did, he jumped a little, but it didn’t take long for him to relax once realization set in.

“Don, Zig, what are the two of you doing here?” he asked as he dried one of the glasses with a white towel before placing it on the top of the stack.