Page 14 of On Everything

Hov

Staring across the court at the nigga who tried to infringe on my operation and my future bitch was like looking at a target at target practice.

The court lights had popped on about two hours ago, and the sky was as dark as one could be.

My team had just lost me twenty thousand dollars on a bet from a bullshit shot at the end of the game, and now this nigga K’so is the first nigga I see.

Everything about the street nigga in me wanted to shoot this muthafucka in between his eyes for wanting even wanting to fuck with my territory.

I want to stand over his body and warn the rest of his crew to never cross me again in front of every muthafucka out here.

Trying to take over a territory I own is a death sentence.

Diablo getting killed didn’t give them the go ahead to move on some shit.

The street nigga in me had smoke seeping from his ears right now.

My hands were squeezed into a tight fists, and I’m sure most people around thought it was because of the money I just lost. It was about my respect tho’ and the nigga disrespecting me being here.

The street nigga in me wants to make his mama cry over four caskets at the same time and then kill her on her way home from the funeral.

“Let me know what type of time you on, Hov, and I’m right behind you.”

Crew spoke to that murderous nigga inside of me because he had one too.

“Nah, we will get this nigga later. He definitely not worth moving reckless and doing no hard time for.”

See along with that street nigga, there was an even more powerful nigga inside that was all things good.

That was the nigga my granny raised to say yes ma’am and no ma’am to my elders and get good grades in school.

That good nigga grew up in the projects and saw the same things the street nigga did, only he remembered his grandmas prayers in his head.

He didn’t move off emotions but off faith.

That good nigga inside me has saved a lot of lives that the street nigga was ready to take.

The good nigga was not about to have all these children and innocent bystanders witness street nigga nonsense.

“Well every nigga is worth it to me,” Crew replied, spitting on the ground.

He was never the type to think before reacting in most cases.

We’ve spent thousands of dollars to keep this nigga out of jail.

From paying off witnesses to paying off victim’s family members.

We’ve even had to go as far as getting him a lawyer about five years ago on this murder case that would have sent him to Rikers.

When he beat that case, he really turned up a notch on killing.

Now he felt untouchable if nothing else.

Crew’s sister Jasmine walked up to him with some shorts up her ass and some bright blonde hair that made me spot her way before she got over here. All of Crew's sisters were out here today because them chickenheads didn’t miss shit.

“Crew, let me have forty five dollars to get some food out here.”

“You know your ass just trying to buy an 8 th. . Here, just take this.” Crew dug in his pocket and pulled out a sack of weed.

“Thanks, brother.”

She pinched his cheek, and he tuned her out to loud talk with some nigga he knows from his block. That nigga was a lot more social than me.

“Hey, Hov.” Jasmine gave her attention to me.

I knew she would because she’d been on me since we were teenagers sneaking to fuck in their restroom when I was visiting her brother.

When I think about it, me and Jas used to be wilding, fucking in the restroom with all of them people living in that two bedroom apartment.

Thank God she never got pregnant by me back then.

I would hate to have had my first kid by a fuckin’ hoodrat like her. No offense to Crew.

“What’s up, Jas.”

“Where you been? I haven’t seen you around the hood lately.”

“I been around, you just don’t see me.”

“Yeah, and that’s such a shame too. Your ass is such a good sight to see” She popped her lips on the straw she was sipping Horchata from. She was the first bitch to suck my dick and had been the best after all these years. I can give that to her.

“Make sure when you in the hood, you let me know so that I can suck on that big strong ass pole in your pants. Just as sweet as this.” She lifted her drink up before walking away.

I followed her ass because I’m a man and she had that heavy motherfucker sitting out, but as she walked away, I spotted just the little nigga I been needing to see since I saw him laughing and talking with Ciara.

Of course, his little ass knows who she is.

“Yo Princeton!”

I stopped him when he rode by me on his bike.

“What up, Hov?”

He looked confused and scared with me, calling him over here.

He knew we had a partnership that only him and the niggas in my organization could know about.

If people know he’s connected to me, they may not run their mouths as much, but that shit was out the window for right now.

My curiosity about Ciara had me saying fuck my own rules.

“What’s up, Hov? You wanted me to come over here?” His voice shook as he approached me.

“Don’t worry, lil man. It’s nothing, I just have to ask you about ol’ girl Ciara, who you was talking to earlier.”

He started to giggle.

“She fine, ain’t she?”

“That’s beside the point, lil nigga. How do you know her?”

“To be honest, she is like a big sister to me. Her and my sister Pernelle are best friends. I’ve been knowing her my whole life.”

“Oh, so you know what type of shit she likes? What she likes to do?”

“Not much shit. I know she works at the assistance center, and I know she likes to take care of plants and shit. She’s always watering and singing to the ones in her room. Her birthday should be coming up too. It's on the 8 th I think.”

“Alright, bet. Get your ass home at a good time tonight, nigga. I can sense some dangerous shit happening tonight.”

“Alright, one.”

Once I decided it was time to go, I looked over the park to see if I could spot Ciara anywhere.

I walked off, searching high and low through the crowd for her to give her a ride home.

Eventually, my search led me to run into Carl Davis, or Councilman Davis, Cashmier Pops.

Of course, this nigga was out here hustling, or should I call it politicking.

Carl mentoring me is how I first met his daughter.

I was crushing on her way before I got her, seeing peeps of her at his Manhattan penthouse he would invite us to.

Me, Crew, and a few other niggas from the center we went to in the summer were put into mentorship programs. I just happened to be selected by the most powerful nigga on the list. Carl wasn’t a big player in the political game back then, but he was on the rise.

Today he did everything he said he would during those mentorship meetings.

That’s why I know him becoming Mayor won’t be hard for him because Carl got what he wanted too.

That’s why I gave the nigga respect besides him being my father in-law.

At first, Councilman Davis tried telling Cashmier she was too good for me, even though I was under his wing my whole life.

He wanted Cashmier to marry a prince in some country or some high-paid athlete that would marry her and convince her to have kids.

Cashmier didn’t care about any of that once I got a chance to fuck her and show her what that gutta dick feel like.

After that, she started to sneak out of the city with me and fuck with me on the low because her daddy knew everyone, and everyone knew me.

It wasn’t until my money started doubling and quadrupling, and I took the tab off of him for her very expensive habits, that he was okay with his protégé being with his daughter.

The money I spent on her, plus donating to his mayor campaign, made me good enough for his precious little girl.

I can’t say I blame him for being protective though.

I will probably be the same way over my little girl if I had one.

Carl was always dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt accompanied with a tie no matter the weather. Last Thanksgiving he tried to convince me to start wearing ties since I’m a businessman. He liked to ignore the fact that my business is in the streets.

“Jehovah.”

“Come on, Carl, you know I go by Hov. What the hell you doing out here?”

“Campaigning, son. I’m glad that I ran into you.”

“Oh, what you looking for me for?”

“Well, I needed to talk to you about giving another donation to the mayoral campaign. If I want to win this election in a year, then I have to get my name out there now to start swinging voters.”

He stopped talking because I guess he figured I had a response. I adjusted the weight on my feet, but words never left my mouth.

“Anyway, a way to do that now is a billboard in Times Square. Now there are restrictions on what the billboard can say, but the ad my team has created will bypass them all. With it being summertime, I know the traffic will be heavy.”

“Yeah, heavy with tourists. Not people who can actually vote for you.”

“Not all will be able to vote, but thousands a day will. People will have their visiting family members and relatives out and about through the city. Fifty bands over a month for thirty thousand new voters sounds good to me. So, what do you think?”

“I mean, I think it could help, but I’m not sure if I can. Shit, I’ve given you close to three hundred grand on this shit since the beginning of the year. I can’t go broke trying to get you in that mayor’s seat.”

“And you won’t be broke. You will never be broke again a day in your life if I’m mayor. You know all the things I talked about doing to help you. You’re my protégé, my soon to be son in-law. I want you and princess to live a wonderful life. Help me to help you.”