Page 25 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

“ Y o Demond!” I called out for him sitting behind his oakwood desk in the back of his auto shop.

I’d just got finished doing a huge transaction with him for all the coke I had hidden away, and I was gonna be straight.

I could’ve sold it myself, but I wasn’t into the dope, I was into the money, but not the dope.

I let him handle that while taking a nice portion of the money and investing in the shop.

I was about to play a major role and now instead of just selling, we would be renting these shits out as well.

Luxury only though, when the ballers came to visit Miami; they can get the cars and the goods if they were into that, a one-stop shop.

He walked in with a sandwich from subway in his hands. “You aiight back here nigga? You ain’t out of breath and passed out and shit, are you?” He joked sitting across from me.

“Nah man, my throat a lil sore but that’s it. I’m good, as long as I take it easy.” I said clearing my throat. “But look, everything is everything. The insurance guy is coming with all the insurance packets tomorrow and that’s it.”

He kicked his feet up and took a bite from his sandwich while nodding his head. “Right, right, that’s the final step.” He said. “How’s Kish?”

“Man, she okay, I heard about the shit my mama pulled. Kish told me.”

“Yeah, that shit was pretty fucked up. I’m cool though, I’ll never judge anybody. Shit, I came from a good family with both my parents and still found myself in fucked up situations so I can only imagine what she went through.”

It wasn’t any need in talking about the past, so I left it alone.

I stood up with my dreads hanging and put my new sheepskin on before walking out in the cold.

I made sure I zipped that shit all the way up to protect my chest before the bell was ringing letting us know that somebody was out there. I looked up at Demond. “You got it?”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “I’m on it.”

I walked behind him and went to stand off to the side checking the vendor machines to do inventory for snacks.

When I looked up out the window, Demond was standing there talking to a fine ass bitch.

I’m talking about fine as hell. Instead of worrying about doing business with him, she was eyeballing the shit out of me, so I turned my head and went on my way. I wasn’t trying to get caught up.

I headed back to the office, but before I made it, Demond was calling me. “Meek, slow up man.”

I turned around. “What nigga? Ain’t you supposed to be handling business?” I asked. “She wanna rent or purchase?”

“She wanna purchase but check it.” He placed one hand on my shoulder. “She wants to talk to you.”

I frowned. “For what?”

“Like fuck if I know, she said she wants to do business with you.” He looked in my face hard like he was looking for something.

“The fuck you looking at me like that for?” I asked.

“Because, you want this money, or not?”

I looked over my shoulder and watched how she walked around different cars like she was trying to figure out which one she wanted. “Let me go see what’s up.”

I made my way out the door and to the bad lil chick in front of me before I extended my hand. “Hey, I’m Meek.” I introduced myself. “What’s your name?”

She stood there wearing Prada all the way down with her long hair flowing down her back. Her body was portioned just right but she looked like one of those high classed chicks that expected a nigga to jump through loops to make her happy.

She extended her perfectly manicured hand to mine. “Hey, I’m Brittany.” She smiled. “I only asked for you because you look nicer than him.” She pointed at Demond who was at the window staring us down.

I smirked and gave her my attention. “So, what you trying to do? What car can I assist you with?”

She walked over to a cute little Beamer and asked for all the details in the process while trying to get in my business. “So, where you from?” She asked.

“The upper Eastside.” I told her. She didn’t need to know exactly from where.

“You have a girlfriend?” She asked stopping briefly to look at me while she waited for an answer.

“Do I look like the type of nigga that don’t have a girl or something?” I asked looking myself up and down.

She couldn’t help but to laugh. “You’re right.” She said. “Wishful thinking.”

I followed her around to look at more cars for another thirty minutes but the colder it got, the more my chest fucked with me.

“It looks like you need a little more time to think about this, how about I give you my card and you call me when you figure out exactly what you want, or I can have Demond come out and help.” I suggested.

“No, that’s okay.” She held her hand out for the card. “I’d rather work with you. I’m just undecided right now but I’ll know for sure what I want in a couple of days.”

I pulled a card out and passed it to her. “Sounds like a plan.” I replied. “You might wanna go ahead and get out of this cold weather.” I said looking down at her clothes again since she had on little to nothing anyway.

She smirked. “Will do sir.” She shook my hand again and walked away getting inside of a red jeep with the top off. The thick tires screeched off when she pulled off; I walked back inside.

“So, what’s up?” Demond asked. “She didn’t want to cop shit?” He asked.

“Nope, she was having more conversation than she did trying to shop.”

He leaned back in the chair and placed both his hands behind his head. “That bitch wants to fuck you.”

“Don’t matter.” I shrugged. “I’m not looking for no bitch, I’m not a cheater, period.”

“I’ll fuck her.” He said with a smirk. “She better stop coming up here playing these games or she’ll get what she’s looking for.”

I laughed out loud. “Nigga, you got a girl. Mya is good for you, ya’ll compliment each other.”

“But we ain’t been together that long, shit, she’s cool and all and she’s a good girl but I don’t think I’m ready to throw in my players card.”

I chuckled. “Nigga’s gotta understand, it don’t make you no less of a poppin’ nigga if you dedicate ya loyalty to one female. You can’t do everything with every bitch. At a certain age you gotta leave certain shit for the lil niggas.”

Demond fell out laughing as laughter filled the room.

“Ah, nigga, you preachin’ like you old or something.

Shit, you want a dry dick then that’s you, but a nigga like me prefers my shit to be wet, and besides I’m still testing Mya anyway.

If she can prove her loyalty then I’ll do the same, until then it’s too soon to tell. ”

“Aiight.” I stood up and dapped him up. “I’m outta here, cause unlike you, I got somebody at home who I rather lay up with any given day.”

He showed me some love as well. “It’s all love nigga, all love. Go home and rest man. I’ll holla at you tomorrow.”

On the way to the house, I spotted Brittany in her jeep getting back in the car from the corner store.

I started to say something but decided against it since I didn’t know what I wanted to say any damn way.

No need to leave an open window for communication since this was business only.

I revved the engine on my Hummer and waited for the light to change.

I couldn’t wait to get home and eat. I’m sure Kisha was home from class by now and I couldn’t wait to see my baby.

As the light got ready to change, I had my foot on the brake ready to pull off as soon as the crackhead in front of me crossed the street walking all crazy and shit.

This bitch is gon’ get herself killed, I thought to myself.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later did I realize that she was actually trying to get away from somebody.

The dude chasing her was another crackhead that looked just as bad as she did.

Everybody sat on they horns trying to catch the light before it changed.

“Get the fuck out the road!” One chick yelled before screeching off in her Taurus.

He caught up to her just in time meeting her on the corner and throwing one blow to her face knocking her down.

She was skinny as hell and didn’t look like she weighed over a buck fifty so that wasn’t hard to do.

He was in her face yelling about something, but it was hard for me to hear with my windows rolled all the way up.

I eased off the brake and slowly pulled off while still staring.

Right when I wanted to look straight ahead and start focusing on the road, he started fucking her up again.

All the streetwalkers walked by minding their business, but this is how it was in Miami.

I was ready to do the same when the lady looked in my direction.

I couldn’t believe who it was; Kisha’s mama had gotten skinny as hell.

She didn’t look shit like I remembered her to be.

She’d let life get her down bad and real bad.

Focusing back on the road I continued on and mind my own damn business.

I got halfway down the road and looked through my rearview only to see that he was still beating the shit out of her.

Mind your business Meek, this shit has nothing to do with you.

I tried to convince myself not to turn around.

Before I knew it, I was busting a ‘U-turn’ in the middle of 42 nd Ave.

My tires screeched when I came to a stop and hopped out with my gun in my hand.

“That’s enough man. Chill the fuck out.” I told the dirty dude. Big Angie was balled up on the floor crying.

He looked up at me with red eyes. “This bitch stole my drugs, and I want it back.” He demanded. “She stole my shit! She stole my shit!”

Now I was pointing at him. “You better calm the fuck down. If you hit her again I’mma blow your kneecaps off.” I reached down in my pocket and tossed his ass forty bucks that he gladly went and scrambled. “Get the fuck on!” I ordered.

He ran off and I looked at Big Angie in disgust. I don’t even know why I helped her ass, she didn’t deserve it. She held her bloody lip. “Who you?” She asked.