Page 28 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

“ Y o, your little friend is back.” Demond pointed to Brittany who stood outside waiting in front of another car checking it out.

We’d just wrapped up some business with the adjusters and I was frustrated because we were doing this shit on our own.

The most we had were diplomas, never took up business courses, didn’t have financial advisors, or nobody we could turn too; just two young niggas trying to get our business poppin’.

“I think we need to take up a course or holla at somebody who can give us an input on what it is we’re trying to do.” I told him heading out the door.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that, let me get on top of it now.” Demond agreed.

I noticed the car full of dudes pull up. “Looks like those your people, if you know what I mean. They didn’t come to buy no cars.” I said.

Demond stopped and looked. “That’s Durk from up the street. I got em.”

I made my way outside to try to make this sale with Brittany. She looked even prettier than the last time I’d seen her, but I had a feeling she was up to something more than cars. “Hello, I see you’re back.” I greeted her.

She looked up and smiled. “I’m back, and you’re rude.”

“What did I do to be rude?” I asked.

“You did all besides hang up in my face the other night.” She reminded.

“I think that was rude for you to call me trying to talk knowing I have a girlfriend.” I said.

“Well, you never said you had rules. It isn’t any rules in this shit, but know I know.”

I didn’t know what she was getting at, but I chuckled. “So, what’s up Brittany? Are you finally going to buy a car today?” I asked her.

“Call me Britt.” She said. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“We aren’t friends though.” I replied.

She swung her long hair over her shoulder; damn she was pretty, but not prettier than my Kisha. It wasn’t no bitch alive prettier than her in my eyes.

She smirked. “We will be though. Why are you so serious?” She asked.

“Because, I’m trying to conduct business and why you keep coming up here alone?

Where’s your man? Don’t you know that anytime a woman goes to purchase a vehicle she should have a man with her to check it out?

I could be trying to sell you some shit that’s perfect on the outside and fucked up under the hood.

” I said. I’d never let Kisha go purchase shit without me since I knew the games people played.

She stopped for a second looking spaced out. “My man is too busy for me, and both my brothers are dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I replied. I really was.

She waved me off. “You don’t have to be sorry, it’s life.”

I looked in her eyes again. “But you’re not okay.”

She shook her head. “I’ll never truly be okay, but I’m fine, trust me. I have a step-sister out here somewhere, but I hate her ass.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“It’s a long story that I’ll probably never talk about again.”

I left it alone. “So, you ready to get a car today?”

She dug in her purse and pulled out stacks of money. “My man gave me all of this and told me to get a car so that’s what I’m doing. I can’t go back without a car today or he’s gonna be pissed and I would hate to see him pissed. He’s mean as hell when he gets mad.”

“Let me guess, he puts his hands on you right?” I asked out of curiosity, but I knew the answer.

“Maybe.” She mumbled.

I didn’t get it; like that shit was a trend for these nigga’s to be out here putting they hands on a fucking girl.

That was some real hoe ass shit to me. I left the issue alone and made it my business to help her purchase a car that would be good for her.

It was the small Beamer that she looked at the first day she came.

“Thanks so much Meek.” She smiled before wrapping both of her arms around me. “Here, we have to take a picture together standing next to the car and I can post it on my pages to send some people over.” She suggested.

Now under any other circumstances I would’ve never taken that picture, but because it was all business and marketing, I had Demond to snap the picture for me. We sent Brittany on her way and the minute she was gone, Demond was looking at me sideways.

“Bruh, I’m telling you, that girl is gon’ be a problem, how much you wanna bet she’s coming back? Watch, it’s gonna be a problem with the car or something; anything to get back up here.”

We both had a good laugh after that. “Nah, bruh, I’ll leave that other shit to you, in the meantime, I’m about to use a little of this profit to buy my baby something real nice. Shit she’s been working hard, and she deserves it.”

“What about ya other lil tender? Ya jail bird?” He asked referring to Reesie.

“I’m not going up in that nasty ass jail until the doctor clears me. It’s germs all over the place but that place right there is on a whole different level.” I replied. I still wasn’t a hundred percent.

“How’s your chest been feeling lately?” He asked.

“I’m almost there, dude, it gets better every day. The only problem that I’m having is the leftover fragments fucking with me giving slight chest aches sometime. Mostly at night when I lay down, if the shit doesn’t stop, they going back in.”

“Damn.” He replied. “Just make sure you doing what you supposed to be doing.”

“I got it.” I told him. “I’m about to be out for the day, it’s getting late. What you about to do? I asked him.

“I’mma stick around for a while. I’m waiting on a different kind of customer.” He said taking a seat at the desk.

“Is ‘Dude’ still in the back?” Dude was the big security nigga Demond hired to watch out for the place.

“Yeah, he’s still here, that nigga don’t leave until everything is shut down.” He assured me.

“As long as you ain’t up here by yourself.”

“I’m cool.” He said.

With that I went on ahead and bounced. I needed to catch the mall before they closed. I wanted to get Kisha a nice Pandora bracelet and then, I was ready to get home and lay up because tomorrow was another long day.