Page 10 of Ghetto Heartstrings

“Goddamn youngin’!” He took a step back.

“Fuck up my meat if you want to and ya’ll gon’ be eating bread and water for dinner!

” He shook his head and focused back on the meat.

Rasta was lucky he was his nigga, cause he didn’t appreciate having to be out on an island keeping an eye on some grown ass niggas.

For the next couple of hours, they all chilled and smoked by the pool until the food was ready and feasted like some broke niggas that ain’t ate in weeks.

Maine took a swig of his beer and took a seat at the kitchen island. “Probably a few days to a week. Just gotta chill for a little bit.”

Boom stood up to put his plate in the sink. “A nigga ain’t even worried about Yaya. I can’t stress about shit I can’t change. Either she in it or she ain’t cause plenty of bitches would be willing to take her spot.”

“Yeah, well, I wanna know exactly what her sneaky ass got going on; that’s why I got my girl, Bugg, spying on they ass,” C2 said.

“Spying on who?” Perfect asked, frowned up.

“Shit, nigga, everybody,” he replied like it wasn’t a big deal. “I got her put up in my other house right now. As long as she handles business, she’s good.”

“I ain’t got no comment,” Boom chuckled. He knew C2 was capable of all kinds of shit; the nigga had trust issues.

“Mannnn…” Perfect shook his head. “You mean to tell me, you got a side bitch spying on your main bitch? Nigga… you take the player of the year.”

“Nah, it ain’t like that man, Bugg is the homie. I’d love to fuck her fine ass, but she ain’t wit’ it. Bitch don’t like nobody; I’m starting to think she like the same shit we like.”

Boom chuckled, “Shit, that’s cool too; the more the merrier.”

“Boom, shut the fuck up,” Perfect chuckled his damn self. “C2, why I ain’t met her then? And I heard that name before.”

C2 didn’t miss a beat. “The same way you don’t be wanting a nigga to know your every move, I don’t want a nigga knowing mine, and you probably did hear her name, shit… she’s Yaya’s friend.”

Perfect didn’t want to ask shit else. For the rest of the night, they hollered at Maine about the plans, but until they were able to get some phones, they had to lay low.