Page 7 of Adonis Gates
“Wow,” she scoffed. “Me showing you how dedicated I am to us in yetanotherway is worrying you?”
“Yeah.” I admitted. “It’s you and it’s me. There is no us, Tina. Especially not how you meaning it, baby girl. We be havin’ our fun, but you startin’ to blow me.”
“Because I’m trying?”
“Yeah, bro. You wastin’ yo’ time, baby. I don’t want a bitch period. It’s not just you. So you gotta chill.”
“But if I was Farrah… no matter of fact if I was that Jru hoe it wouldn’t be an issue,” she snapped.
“You right.” I responded dryly.
She wanted a rise out of me, and I wasn’t about to give her ass the satisfaction. I’d just told the hoe I be havin’ fun with her and she was still going on and fucking on.
“I know I am,” she barked. “And from what Brock was telling me…”
“Ay, since you and Brock talkin’ so fuckin’ much, call his mothafuckin’ phone with this shit.” I barked, cutting her ass off then disconnecting the call.
She wasn’t my hoe, so I wasn’t about to be going back and forth or listening to no mothafuckin’ nagging.
“You cold, nigga.” Ziggy laughed, wrapping a rubber band around a stack of money then giving the shit to Deek. We had to break our team off since we were done doin’ count and all the bread was accounted for.
“Bitch is nerve wreckin’.” I shook my head.
“Surprised you ain’t blank when she said Farrah name.” Deek chuckled.
“Farrah?” Zig grinned then shook his head. “You a lil’ nigga, so you don’t know, but this nigga don’t got a fuck to give about Farrah. But Jru? Nigga will go off the deep end behind her ass.”
“Shut yo’ ass up, nigga.” I spat playfully, snatching the duffle bag from the table before I stood and tossed the strap over my shoulder. “You talk more than a hoe.” I shook my head.
“Don’t hide ya feeling’s, bro,” he grinned. “This a safe space.”
“Fuck you, bruh.” I laughed, slapping hands with him.
“Wait, you fuck with Jru?” Deek asked as I dapped him up.
“He wish he did.” Ziggy laughed. “Nigga been lovin’ her since we were jits.”
“Damn, I would have never guessed that.” Deek chuckled. “She fine as shit for real. Nigga Brock definitely don’t deserve her.”
“Oh, shit, you better duck, Deek.” Ziggy clowned with his messy ass, and I laughed.
“Both of y’all niggas mind ya fuckin’ business. I’m a bachelor. I don’t got a bitch and don’t want one for real. That’s unless Ms. Juanita lookin’ for somethin’ new,” I smirked while Ziggy’s smile faded.
“Aight, bruh, don’t get yo’ ass whooped,” he threatened causing me to laugh harder. Nigga was extra sensitive about his mama.
“Shut the fuck up then.” I grinned. “I’m out though. I’m gon’ take this bread to Vado and get the lo’ for the drop.”
I left the two of them there before bouncing and making my way to Vado’s shop. Nobody was there other than Gino, his right-hand man. The auto shop was normally packed with customers, but when he had drop-offs scheduled, he cleared it out and sent his team out for lunch.
“G, what it do?” I slapped hands with him as I bypassed the front desk where he was seated.
“Ah, I can’t call it youngin’.”
I continued to the back where Vado’s office was located. His shit was laid out nicely. It wasn’t one of those Auto shops that looked and smelled like one. I mean, it did for sure in the area where the work was actually happening, but the rest of it was nice as fuck. His wife, Mrs. Ida, spent a lot of time there keeping the place up. He was constantly singing her praises because he said she always did the little shit to keep the feds off his trail.
“What’s up, old head.” I smirked as I entered his office.
“Don.” He stood, dapping me up.