Page 7 of On Everything 2

Pernelle

Ciara and Hov had disappeared into another room, and I was left out here with the nigga who just tried to put his gun down my fucking throat for no good reason. He was about to blow my brains out just because he didn't know who I was.

Crew had now taken it upon himself to put it on The Steve Harvey show and was laughing at the punchlines as if he wasn't just about to kill me.

I knew earlier that every rumor about him being unhinged was true.

He had a look in his eyes that was both calm and deadly, only now he seemed soft and sweet.

The telltale signs of a crazy nigga were definitely showing with him.

When Crew looked towards me, I saw him do a double take before saying a word.

He was so fine himself that I had to keep from doing the same or at least get caught doing it.

He wasn't even dressed over the top and had on some black gym shorts and Gucci slides with socks on his feet.

I could tell he was trying to dress comfortably, but his ass still easily had on two thousand dollars' worth of clothes.

"Yo, you can't tell me this Steve Harvey shit is not funny as fuck, yo. This nigga looks just like a Mr. Potato Head just with hair."

"I'm sorry, nothing is funny at the moment because I am just a little thrown off right now."

"Thrown off for what? Your ass still tripping about that incident that happened way earlier?"

He shook his head as if I were out of line for not forgetting some shit that happened fifteen minutes ago.

"Nigga, you put that gun to my head and told me to get on my knees. I'm sorry, that type of shit doesn't happen to me every day."

"I get that but look at the positives. I didn't shoot first and ask questions later. You could be dead right now, baby. Cheer up."

Crew may be handsome as hell, but everything I've heard him say thus far has been either rude or ignorant. But what was irritating about his jack ass persona the most is that it didn't make him less attractive. Shit, if anything, his bad boy ways made him more interesting.

When my phone chimed, I opened Emoney's message within seconds because I knew I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.

Baby: When are you coming back from with Grandma? I want to go car shopping today.

Me: Later, babe. She had a lot of things for me and Ciara to pick up.

Continuing with the lie about running errands for my grandma wasn't hard because so many times she'd taken up my whole day sending me everywhere because she only has one leg due to diabetes.

"Who you texting over there? You're the one I saw at the tournament the other day who has a bitch, right?"

"Yeah, I am, and why does it concern you?"

"It doesn't, I just don't understand females like you."

"Like me? What is like me?"

"Fine as shit, but giving up that pussy to another woman. It's tragic to see."

"No, what's tragic is getting dogged out by niggas like you. I'm sure your ass is a certified heartbreaker Crew."

"Nah, not a heart breaker, I'm a heart stopper."

A grim, wide smile spread across his face and showed every single pretty white tooth in his mouth. I've noticed today that both him and Hov have smiles like celebrities, but they didn't look like big fake ass veneers.

"You play all day, don't you, Crew?"

"All fucking day."

He looked at me in my eyes for about six seconds before his phone rang and he smacked his lips.

"This muthafucka, Hello!"

He yelled into the phone, and whoever was on the other end probably had a broken eardrum from his volume alone. He sat up on the couch and rolled his eyes like he wanted to fight whoever was on the other end of the phone.

"Why the fuck are you calling me again when I told you I'm not available to talk right now. Your ass don't listen for shit bruh. That's why you in the position you in now!"

He hung up the phone on whoever that was and leaned back on the couch.

"Dang, who was that?"

"A problem hoe. What's new?"

"So, you are all in my relationship when yours don't sound too good from what I just heard."

"Nah, what you just heard wasn't a relationship. It was a toxic ass bond that I have with a bitch who doesn't have boundaries."

"Baby mama?"

"Nah, she should've been, because she's aborted enough babies to have a three-on-three basketball game with our fetuses."

"Six abortions!"

My eyes enlarged, and Crew found my reaction funny.

"Yeah, she kind of a serial killer ass bitch. But I'm done making babies with her ass. I hope she find what she need in another nigga because I'm not the one. I keep trying to tell her that."

"You're saying that, but you're still answering. An accepted call always means there is hope. I don't care what anyone says."

I stood up from the couch and walked over to the floor to ceiling windows down the right side of the living room.

There were white sheer curtains lined across perfectly with that pleated look that I loved to see on TikTok.

I did a lot of house hunting and home décor shopping online way before Emoney got all that bread.

Window shopping is my favorite pastime, and I have officially taken it to the internet.

I have a full cart for every store you can think of.

I looked out the window at the traffic forming at one of the stoplights below. It was mesmerizing to watch the way stoplights and intersections work from up here. For some reason, watching from this view was therapeutic.

I know Emoney, and I wouldn't be able to afford anything like this for a long time, but I at least wanted somewhere that had hints of luxury.

Castle Hill has been good to me my whole life, from when I stayed with my mama until Emoney and I got our own spot over there.

But now, I'm ready to move out, and up. To think, I'm standing in Hov's penthouse right now with Crew of all people on the couch behind me.

My life is changing right before my eyes, and in the richest, most satisfying way possible.

"Yo, what is your friend's name that's in there with my boy?"

"Ciara."

"Oh, Ciara is fine as hell. Were y'all here to have a threesome because if so, I'm jealous?"

"Hell, no, we aren't having a threesome. That's Ciara's little boo, and I came here just for Bam's famous breakfast, just like you. And what don't you get about me being in a relationship with someone?"

"Oh, now I know you brainwashed or some shit."

"Excuse me." I laughed and turned back over my shoulder.

"I mean, what is so good about your girlfriend that makes you turn your nose up at having a threesome with a nigga as rich as Hov?"

"What's so good about her is that she treats me well, she's attentive, she's cute as hell. She has been there for me through all my ups and downs." He still didn't look impressed.

"Oh, and did I mention that the head is phenomenal?"

"The head, that's it? The bitch licked your pussy loyal? Pssh."

He shook his head and leaned back onto the couch.

"Crew, don't try to act like sex isn't a deal maker or breaker for you in finding a partner. I know I'm not the only one in here who thinks that way."

"Listen, I hear you, but in your case, I'm not sure how only head can make you loyal. Shit, I bet I know two or three bitches right now who can like that pussy better than your bitch, and that's on me."

I laughed at him.

"Boy, I'm not about to play with you."

"Oh, I'm not playing, baby."

He licked his lips, but I instantly broke eye contact between us. I am not going there with Crew today.

"Damn, I wonder how long that nigga is going to take on the food. I'm hungry as a mutha fucka."

"Yeah, I'm starving too. I'm very excited about this spread, though. Bam be throwing down."

I walked back to the couch with Crew's eyes following me the entire way.

"Aye, you know what. You should ride with me down the street real quick. I need to go handle some business anyway, and by the time we get back, the food should be done."

"Down the street where?"

"It's not far and it's not dangerous. Just come with me to take your mind off those hunger pains." His slightly slanted smile spread onto my face.

"I guess I can go. But we better not miss this meal."

"Oh, we won't."

I stood up from the couch, grabbed my phone, and followed Crew out of the front door. He and I rode the elevator down to the garage where he was parked next to Hov’s car.

Crew was driving a Rolls Royce Cullinan which was one of my favorite cars ever. Especially in the fire red color that he has. There is no missing Crew when he's in this car.

I climbed into the passenger seat feeling good as hell until he backed out and took off out of the garage like he was on a police chase. Once we pulled out into the street, I grabbed ahold to my seat belt to keep from flying out of here.

"Crew, what the hell. You are driving like someone is chasing you."

"Shit, you never know. I'll never be caught lacking. Them pussies got to catch me. On me."

Crew turned up the music, which was an old DMX song that I haven't heard in years.

The tempo was high, and DMX was yelling and barking along with Crew.

I wouldn't be surprised if we wrecked before we reached our destination, even if it's just a few blocks away.

Lord, please forgive me for all my sins in advance.

Niggas wanna try, niggas wanna lie.

Then niggas wonder why, niggas wanna die.

To take my mind off the high rate of speed, I pulled out my phone to check to make sure Princeton did what the fuck I told him.

Me: You still at home?

Princeton: Yep, playing the game. Mama just made it here. Her and Raymond.