Page 11 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Jersey

“How soon can you get the shit back to me?” I asked my tech guy, Maceo, about the surveillance footage from one of my stash houses.

Whoever hit my shit was smart as fuck. They had somebody disable the live and backup footage so that when I went to look at the shit, it would be distorted.

They weren’t smart enough, though. I had a nigga on my team smarter than Einstein.

It didn’t matter what he did to sabotage the footage, Maceo could recover that shit.

“Give me a few hours, and I should have something for you. Whoever did this wasn’t an amateur, but neither am I.”

“Bet. Get at me as soon as you do. Whoever this muthafucka is, I don’t want them to get comfortable.

” I left Maceo to do his thing. I wasn’t surprised that a muthafucka was trying me.

That came with the territory. What I hated was that niggas always acted as if another nigga owed him some shit.

How? I woke up with the same twenty-four hours as the next man.

Only bitches thought the next man owed them something.

I was glad that I was able to wrap that shit up early.

I had plans tonight with Mylani’s sexy ass, and I didn’t need any distractions.

I was all about my business, but I also knew I deserved some me time.

I stopped by my other spots to check on shit and make sure Memphis’s ass was on point.

When Nisha got on his nerves, he tended to get off his square a lil’ bit.

I was glad to see I didn’t have to curse his ass out.

Houston already hit me up and let me know that our weekly shipment went out and everything at the shop was on the up and up.

If I did nothing else, I made sure that the trucking company stayed on point.

I promised my pops that I wouldn’t drag his shit in the dirt, and I was a man of my word before anything.

I pulled up at my house and went straight to my room to shower. Once I got Mylani over, I wanted to give her my undivided attention. I didn’t want something as miniscule as a shower to interrupt my time with her sexy ass.

I finished my shower and made sure the house was in order.

I wasn’t a dirty nigga. In fact, you could say that I had a mild case of OCD.

After I made sure the house passed my inspection, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

Since I was only picking her up and bringing her here, I opted to drive my Lexus.

Just like my G-Class, it was black on black too.

I cruised all the way to Mylani’s spot vibing to G-Herbo’s 25 album.

I didn’t care what nobody said, this nigga be sliding.

It took a good thirty minutes to get to Mylani’s crib since I was coming from my actual house in Embry Hills and not my condo in Midtown.

Pulling up alongside the fence, I parked my car and trekked toward the front door. I made it a habit to come to the door to get her. Even though I was a hood nigga, I had manners. I waited a few seconds before the door opened, and her sister appeared before me.

“Hey, Jersey,” she greeted. “You can come in.”

“Wassup, Trini. Your sister ready?”

“Probably not. I’ll go get her.” I watched Trinity go to the back while I stood upfront.

I looked around the living room, taking it in.

I knew Mylani said that her mom was a junkie, but their place was always clean.

I didn’t know if it was of her doing or her moms, but it let me know she wasn’t a dirty female.

While I waited for Mylani to come out the back, a nigga that looked familiar came sauntering from the back.

“Ray?” I questioned as he came closer.

“Jersey? What you doing here?” he asked, all nervous.

“I should be asking you the same shit, nigga. The fuck you doing coming from the back?” My nostrils flared at the thought of him fucking Mylani and her playing me, knowing I was coming through.

“Uhh. I came to holla at my baby mama,” he explained.

“Baby mama?”

Mylani emerged from the back right before Ray’s ass had a chance to explain.

“Hey. My bad for keeping you waiting,” she informed. “Why you look like that?” She noticed the sour look on my face and turned her attention toward Ray.

“You know this nigga?”

“Yeah. That’s Trinity’s dad.” She had an uncertain look on her face when she responded, but she had nothing to worry about.

I had my answer. Ray worked at the trucking yard and had a whole wife and kids at home.

Whatever he did in his life had nothing to do with me.

I had some shit I was gonna holla at him about, though.

“Oh, aight. Aye, Ray. You might wanna pick up more slack ’round this bitch so that my girl ain’t gotta do the shit for you.

Let me find out that you not and we gone have a few problems.” I looked that nigga square in his face and dared him to contest me.

This nigga was feeding his baby mama dope instead of taking care of his responsibilities as a man.

I had a huge problem with that, especially when I knew the nigga was eating good.

“You ready?” I turned my focus back to Mylani. When she nodded her head, I took the overnight bag that I was glad to see out her hand and led her to my car.

I opened the passenger door for her to get in before putting her bag in my back seat and going to the driver’s side. I wasn’t pulled off good before she started with the questions.

“How you know my sister’s dad?” she asked, getting straight to the point.

“He works for my pops.” I didn’t wanna give her all the logistics, only enough to ease her mind. It wasn’t like I was lying.

“Oh, okay. You know about his home life?”

“His home life ain’t my business. If you’re tryna ask me if I knew he was your sister’s dad, nah, I didn’t. When I saw the nigga, I thought he was there to see you, to be honest.”

“Are you serious?” She shrieked. “You thought his old ass was there to see me?”

“He ain’t that old, and yeah, I did. No offense, I didn’t think your moms was his speed.”

“She’s something, because he can’t stay his ass away.

He’s part of the reason that she’s on drugs in the first place.

” I glanced over at her and felt like shit.

I knew exactly where he was getting the coke to give her mom, but it wasn’t my business to tell.

I switched the subject because I didn’t need another nigga’s business to fuck up what I had going on.

I pulled back up to my house and parked the car in the garage.

“This is a big house for one person, but it’s beautiful.”

“’Preciate it. It’s not as big as it looks, though. It’s only five bedrooms. I wanted to be comfortable and not feel smothered. Them condos weren’t big enough, and I wasn’t a fan of having people live that close to me,” I explained. I had neighbors now, but they weren’t in a nigga’s front door.

“I can definitely relate, living in the hood. You shared a yard or driveway with your neighbor most of the time, and that could be annoying.”

I’d had enough of the subject and was ready to enjoy the rest of our night.

“Hand me your bag and make yourself at home.”

I went upstairs to put her bag in my room and came back down and found her sitting on the couch, looking as if she didn’t belong.

“I told you to make yourself at home. Why you over there looking like you scared to touch something?”

“I’m fine. I didn’t want to mess with your things.”

“You ate?” I asked, ignoring her statement.

“Not since earlier.”

“Aight, cool. I’ll whip something up real quick.”

“You cook?” she asked with a skeptical look on her face.

“I said it, didn’t I? Don’t get it twisted, shawty. I can burn,” I stated, grinning widely.

“I have a feeling that you mean that literally. Let me tell my sister if anything happens to me, it was your cooking,” she joked.

“You real funny. Come on. Let me show you what I can do.”

I scanned her body as she got up to follow me.

Her hair was up in a bun, showcasing her round, blemish free face.

I loved to see her when she was in her natural state and not all made up.

I appreciated both, but I preferred this.

She had on a white fitted tee and some girl joggers.

I loved the fact she didn’t feel the need to go over the top just to come kick it with a nigga.

If it had been anybody else, they would’ve come out the house strutting in a too tight dress and six-inch stilettos just to get fucked and sent home.

Mylani’s swag and energy were definitely unmatched.

I already had some ground beef in the fridge to make spaghetti.

That was something quick and simple. I got all the ingredients that I needed and got to work.

It may have just been spaghetti, but this shit was on some Top Chef type shit.

I made my own sauce and all. I maneuvered through the kitchen with ease as Mylani and I made idle conversation.

I loved hearing her talk about her passion for singing and dancing.

She revealed to me that was how she came up with her stage name.

It reflected her passion for the art, and I respected it.

“Here, taste this.” I held the spoon out so that she could taste the sauce. I watched as she wrapped her lips around the spoon, and in that moment, I wanted to be this fucking spoon.

“Mmm, this is good.” She moaned, not making the situation any better.

“I told you not to sleep on me.” I winked and went back to finishing up.

I took the garlic knots out the oven and set them on the side to cool off.

“Go wash up and I’ll fix the plates,” I instructed. I took the time she was gone to place the food on our plates and set them at the table. I grabbed a beer and a bottle of wine and set them on the table just as she made her way back.

“Look at you being all sophisticated,” she joked.

“I do a lil’ something. Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” I went to wash up and made my way back into the dining room. I saw she had her phone out, so I knew she was taking pictures for social media. Females lived for that kinda shit.

“Don’t get mad when your followers wanna come taste my shit for themselves. It’ll be all your fault,” I teased.

“Just make sure you have enough for all of us,” she said with a smirk.

I enjoyed the time I was having with Mylani. Oddly, I didn’t see the need to rush shit with her. I was already gone on her vibe alone. I didn’t know what the fuck would happen if I smashed. I guess we’d just have to wait and see.