Page 24 of Ghetto Heartstrings

“You did it to help me?!” he asked in disbelief.

“I’m a fucking man, Brook’Lynn! I don’t need any fucking help!

I told you, I’m good! I ain’t never stole from a nigga in my entire fucking life!

If you wanna help a street nigga, you help him invest in the bread he already got!

Help a nigga build an empire, that’s what the fuck you do!

” He caught himself because he was really about to lose it.

“Brook’Lynn… give me the fucking money,” he demanded again.

“Not only did ya’ll rob some other niggas, ya’ll dumb asses robbed me!

Ya’ll robbed my fucking family! I gotta clean this shit up… not you!”

She heard everything he said, and she felt silly as hell because there was nothing about the words that he used that she could argue with.

She walked over to where she had the money stashed inside the huge walk-in closet and removed the money, passing it over to him.

“I didn’t rob your family, Perfect, you have to believe me.

I had no parts in that,” she said, quickly wiping her tears.

She wasn’t a fucking pussy. If she was wrong, then a woman had to admit to that, but she wasn’t going to say she did some shit that she really didn’t, just to satisfy him.

“This bag came from Shaw, this came from Love… that’s all I have,” she said, placing them in front of his feet.

He stared down at the bags and balled his lips up when he heard the names. That was even more fucked up because them was his niggas; they got money together. “Don’t lie now Brook’Lynn. I can’t even look at yo ass right now. I really don’t believe this shit.”

“I can prove that I didn’t have shit to do with that,” she said a little calmer and went to grab her plane ticket and flight information to show him that she wasn’t even in town when that shit went down.

She came back and stuffed it in his face.

“You see? I was in Houston; I wasn’t here Perfect… Wise and I were gone.”

“Wise! Wise! The fuck you doing with Wise? So, you going out of town with my friends and shit now?!” He walked up on her like he was about to attack her. “You really trying my fucking patience Brook’Lynn!”

Scanning the room, she had to think quick as she grabbed the first thing she saw, a hammer sitting at the top of the closet.

She couldn’t let him harm her or her baby, although she didn’t think he would, she still had to be cautious.

“It’s not what you’re thinking Perfect!” She gripped the hammer in her sweaty palm.

He paused and looked at the love of his life, knowing that the Brook’Lynn he knew would’ve never pulled that shit. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked. “Where the Brook’Lynn I know?”

“Baby, I didn’t go to Houston for a walk in the park.

So much has happened since you’ve been gone.

Wise is actually my brother, and you have to believe me.

If you don’t, go see him and ask to see his birth certificate.

I promise, I’m not lying. I went to see his mama to get some answers to all of our questions,” she confessed.

Perfect chuckled, knowing women would say all kind of shit. “Brother, huh? I left and he was my homie. I come back and he yo fucking brother…don’t worry, I’ma damn sho look into it.”

“It’s true,” she replied. “And I have some information for you too; some very important shit that we all need to discuss.”

“Honestly Brook’Lynn, I gotta link up with my niggas and clean up this mess.

I can’t even look at you right now.” He picked up everything he needed and walked out, with her begging him not to leave.

The hardest shit for him to do was walk away from her, but it needed to be done.

It broke his heart to watch her breakdown as he left, but she fucked up and bad too.

“Wait Perfect!” she yelled from the door as he rolled the window up to his car. “Rasta ain’t who you think he is!”

He didn’t hear shit else after that because he had completely rolled the window up and pulled off with the tires screeching. He didn’t need her to tell her shit about Rasta’s ass. He pulled out his phone and called C2 first, but all he could hear was yelling and screaming in the background.

“Bro! On God! I’m about to kill this bitch in here. She done lost her muthafuckin’ mind, and then I get in here and the bitch got all kind of niggas ringing her muthafuckin’ phone!” C2 fumed.

“Did you get the money?” Perfect asked.

“The fuck you mean? Yeah, I got what’s left!” he fussed.

“C2! Get off the phone and address me like a man!” Kema could be heard in the background crying. “You don’t know shit about why we did what we did! And I told you! Brook’Lynn had nothing to do with that other shit, so don’t get on the phone lying to your fucking brother!”

“On the real Kema… you gotta go; you gotta get the fuck up out my crib tonight and asap! I can’t have no snakes around me, ma…

get the fuck on. Go live with one of them niggas who been blowing up ya phone, since they can take care of you better than I can,” he told her.

“Yo bro, where the fuck you gon’ be at man?

I’m on my way as soon as I get her ass up outta here. ”

“To my other spot.” Perfect told him with mixed emotions.

He hung up and pulled up to his other house.

He knew that it would be clean, since he had someone to come and clean it once a week for him, but he never imagined that he would ever have to sleep there.

It was decorated specifically as a bachelor’s pad, but it wasn’t home to him.

Brook’Lynn made his house feel like a home.

He pulled his shirt off and sat on the couch, leaning back before rolling up a fat ass joint to smoke one before his brother got there.

He knew C2 would come with a story to tell, and he needed to be ready for it, or else he’d get a fucking headache.

In the last twenty-four hours, enough shit had happened, and he didn’t need no more bullshit; he’d never been the drama type.

After he smoked, he realized that he hadn’t eaten all day, so he ordered some sweet and sour chicken wings, special fried rice, and eggrolls from the little Chinese spot by the house and took a shower while he waited for them to deliver it.

He got out right on time because they were knocking and before he even got out of the shower good.

He tucked his gun in the small of his waist and went to answer the door and pay for the food, just as C2 was pulling up.

The nigga was so mad, he walked right past him and straight in the house. Perfect knew that he didn’t want to talk, so he was gonna give him a minute. Not only was C2 pissed, he was also hurt. He knew that C2 really didn’t wanna put Kema out like that.

“I don’t know why you all that pissed about niggas calling and shit, didn’t you say you wasn’t trippin’?” Perfect asked, taking two bites out of his eggroll before it was gone.

“That ain’t the fucking point. Deep down inside, I was hoping that she would actually do the right thing, especially since I’d done so much for her ass.

The robbing niggas and shit really put the icing on the cake.

Who the fuck these girls think they are, them bitches from ‘Set It Off’?

Cause if so, somebody needs to remind they muthafuckin’ asses that it was just a movie. ”

Perfect shrugged. “I don’t even fuckin’ know bro.

” He looked down at his ringing phone and powered it off; Brook’Lynn had called him fifty million times already.

One thing about it, if a nigga ignores one call, he’d ignore the rest wasn’t no need to keep calling cause he saw the first call.

He was where he wanted to be, so he wasn’t calling back.

“I turned my shit off too,” C2 said, finally standing up. “Let me get one of these eggrolls.” He snatched one up and gobbled it down. “So, what next?”

“We clear this shit up,” Perfect replied. “Give these niggas back their bread. I’ll just tell them we found out who did it and handled shit. I’ll never give up my bitch… period. If a nigga fucks with her, they families better have a life insurance policy on em cause I’m not playin’ no games.”

C2 sighed. “I feel you.” He wrapped his dreads up at the top of his head. He wasn’t about to mention shit about Kema either. Niggas would act like they’d forgive quick but be lowkey plotting in the background. Next thing you know, all they ass come up missing.

Out of nowhere, he thought about Marley and couldn’t believe that their wild asses had turned that little nerdish ass girl out. “You know what? I’ma call and see what’s up with Boom.”

Boom answered on the first ring. “Open the door!” he said.

Perfect hung up and chuckled. “Nigga already outside,” he told C2.

He opened the door and was shocked to see Boom was scratched the fuck up on his neck and arms. “Yo, I promise, it took everything in me not to put hands on that crazy ass girl. How the fuck she beat me getting mad, and she the one on some bullshit? On top of that, she didn’t have shit to give back, or maybe she just refused,” he said, dropping the bag of money by the front door.

“This shit came out of my own money. I can’t let nothing happen to the bitch, but she fucked up.

It’s over for her, I don’t even want her ass back.

I’ma do this solid on her behalf and that’s it.

Fuck that shit! I don’t have time for the extra fucking headache.

” He sat on the couch and then laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“I’m not even worried bout Shaw and Love… that shit is gonna go smooth, but I just wonder if Rasta knows,” Perfect said.

Boom looked over to Perfect. “He knows we back?”

Perfect shrugged. “Shit, he probably do. I’m sure whoever he has on the Island done told him already but knowing him, he’s just waiting for us to make that first call.”