Page 41 of For the Love of City

SMOKE

SWEETS WAS GONE beat my ass when I got out of here. I’m sure she understood why she couldn’t help me out, but she was still gone be pissed. In my mind, I hoped the people involved held enough weight with her that she wouldn’t keep her pussy away from me for long.

Who was I kidding, Jada would put my dick on ice until she got good and got damn ready to be unmad about me leaving her in the dark.

And I couldn’t do shit but roll with it because leaving Sweets wasn’t an option.

You couldn’t have told me two years ago I would be this nigga.

The nigga who made connections . Had feelings and was talking and shit.

A nigga who craved being around one woman to the point that I was considering buying a second home in Atlanta instead of us just bumming around in a corporate property that Xerxes owned or staying in one of the suites at the Warren .

Something was holding me back from making that move and as soon as I heard from Omega, I understood.

I hadn’t survived the bullshit of my life this long to rush destiny so I was gone let her do what she needed to.

Couldn’t lie like I ain’t want this slew footed ho to hurry the fuck up.

Having an enemy hanging over my head that had already gotten too close to Sweets once was enough for me to want to rush.

But patience was a virtue or some shit like that according to Nyima so I tried to keep myself from spazzing out.

Protecting Jada and our people had been my top priority the last few years and I wasn’t about to fuck up and make a wrong move that would send even more people after us.

My brother was going to make a mistake and when he did I was going to happily be there to put a bullet in his head.

Shit, one wasn’t going to be enough but I could only assume he was going to die screaming and that brought me joy.

That and Sweets were my happy thoughts while I was in this place.

“Say you got any commissary, bruh? A nigga hungry as fuck.”

Something that other people would call a smile shadowed my lips as the joy that I felt over having this nigga finally fall into my web.

It had only been a few days since we’d been paired up but I knew he wasn’t going to last too long.

He was the type of person that needed to talk.

His only validation at being somebody coming from other people and since he was once that nigga who was famous, he still craved the attention he used to get.

Like a fly to a spider…

“Nah.”

I hated to do too much talking because the air in this bitch stank.

Whatever he was eating was coming out in the foulest of ways and this muthafucka had no manners.

Combined with the already stale musty air and the damp smell that was pervasive everywhere, I didn’t want to open my mouth and let that smell in.

City was gone need to get Lyric some therapy if she’d let this lame muthafucka play her for all those years. I’d helped with their training when the Millers brought them into the fold so I knew how dangerous she was. Just went to show you that folks really would let love lead them astray.

“Got damn I’m ready to get out this bitch. My girl and my kids out there waiting on me and I need to get my bitch back.”

I shifted on the cot again grateful that I hadn’t gotten too domesticated so that I couldn’t handle these conditions but being thankful that it was now few and far between. Having a job to do was definitely needed to ensure I was prepared for whatever was coming.

“Good luck.”

“Shit, I’m gone need it. Especially after I put my hands on her. My baby mama just gone have to understand that we can’t live no regular life and I need to get back to where I was at before I got caught up.”

He was shifting around on his bunk and I knew he’d sat up, which meant he was gearing up to tell me all his business. Like me and the world didn’t already know.

“Caught up? You mean your girl and your baby mama ain’t the same person?”

“Nah. I mean I’m sure you know who I am and shit bruh.” He sounded like he was waiting for me to dick ride and little did he know I’d sooner slit his throat than to give his ass a kind word.

“Nah, I don’t.”

“You must be here on deportation or some shit cause everybody knows who I am.” He was chuckling like my lack of recognition of him was humorous instead of him being the joke.

Money really can’t unlame a man.

“Mmmm.”

I hummed noncommittally because there wasn’t shit this man was going to say to me to get me to do what he wanted. I could practically hear him questioning himself and his self-worth as he stared at the ceiling waiting on me to say something else.

“Bruh, I’m D Mill.”

“Okay.”

I heard all his weight shift on the creaky bunk and see him trying to lean over the side to get a good look at me. I kept my eyes closed and waited on him to continue.

“You must be new for real. My girl is Finesse . I mean she call herself being with some lame ass nigga right now, but that shit ain’t gone last.”

I laughed internally because she wasn’t just with a lame ass nigga she was married to him.

And ain’t no way she leaving dude behind.

Especially not after she’d basically told all this nigga’s business to the entire world and he was being ostracized everywhere he went.

And the fact that D-Mill was in prison for assaulting her.

Glaring impediment his ass was overlooking but delusional people gonna delusion I guess.

“She’s good.”

“She is. Perfect damn near, so yeah, I need to get this lil deal worked out so that I can get back to groveling. We have a few misunderstandings to work out, but I know my baby still loves me.”

“Mmmm.”

He didn’t take the hint by the noncommittal sound to shut up. In fact, he seemed to go harder the more I ensured he knew I didn’t give a fuck.

“Yeah you know, she’s the Cardi B to my Offset . I can’t lose with a woman like that behind me, feel me? We gone get back together and get back to the money.”

“I didn’t realize she’d stopped getting to the money.”

I’d been hanging around Yacouba’s ass too long because I was over here taking these petty shots at this man’s pride like I was getting paid to do it.

Well, technically…

“Nah, Lyric always been smart as shit with her money. Made plenty of bread in the streets and was smart with it. I’d need help to get studio time or some shit and she was right there.

No question. Plenty of people tried to get in between us, but that was my lil baby.

Nobody could tell her shit about me, not even her fake ass big brother.

I just know that nigga was trying to keep her put up for himself but I fucked all that up for him. ”

This fool was giggling like he was happy that he’d ruined whatever plans he thought City had when it came to Lyric.

Anyone that wasn’t a jaded muthafucka could see that ole boy really loved her like she was fam.

And that observation coming from me meant this nigga was just making shit up in his mind to make himself feel like he’d done something.

What he’d really done was fumble the fucking bag and a baddie and it was my job to make him feel the full weight of that shit for the rest of his life.

“But it’s all good. That nigga got sent up once he can get sent up again. Them folks itching to get his Black ass back in a cage I’m sure.”

“Oh, for real?”

“And if she wants to protect her brand she gone have to get in line or be right there with him. That bitch ass lame she wanna call herself with putting me in this box on some bullshit charges.”

He was sucking his teeth and I just knew he was probably air boxing an imaginary Grant right now. From the way he got put through a mirror and damn near got put through the floor the first time they fought, D Mill might want to stop feeling so damn froggy.

“Thought that shit was on film.”

“Yeah, but it was all blown out of proportion. I mean show me a couple who don’t fight from time to time.

Just cause she was smart Lyric thought she was the fucking man in the relationship.

I don’t give a damn if you make more money than me, you still my bitch, feel me?

I’m a grown ass man. What I look like listening to my girl and shit? Fuck outta here.”

He was dodging logic better than he could dodge those haymakers that Grant’s ass hit him with in that dressing room.

“I doubt you’ll have that problem moving forward.”

“What you mean?”

“I mean she got a whole ass husband so whatever fairy tale you spinning in your head ain’t gone come to pass.” I finally opened my eyes as I heard him shift to lean his head over the side of his bunk again.

“What you trying to say, nigga?”

“Normally, I wouldn’t say shit but I’m so fucking tired of hearing your ass speak that I had to get you to shut up.”

He looked shocked that I was being real and even worse that I wasn’t agreeing with him. I didn’t know who he had on the inside that was still making him feel like he was somebody but me and a shaved down pointy toothbrush needed to have a word with them.

“Man, fuck you. You probably just another nigga in here jealous cause I’m famous and shit. Everybody knows D Millionaire—”

“Yeah, as the nigga who fumbled Finesse the same way that Off Set fumbled Cardi B . Damn, Cardi even moved on to a football nigga too didn’t she?”

I kept a straight face despite how much pleasure I was getting from this nigga huffing and puffing on his bunk. Nothing he said or did pumped fear in me, but he was about to find that out real quick.

“You talking a lot of shit. You the FEDs or something? My people ain’t supposed to have me with a random that’s gonna jeopardize what I got going on. And dealing with you ain’t about to fuck up me getting out of here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m here to help.”