Page 22 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Memphis

“Bruh, why the fuck do you always show your ass! I just told you I’m about to make a run with my brothers, and you wanna argue with me about going to see a bitch?

Make that shit make sense, Nish.” I was livid that I was standing here arguing with my girl about a bitch that didn’t exist when I should have been getting ready to walk out the door.

“Maybe if you stopped slanging your weak ass dick all over fucking town, I wouldn’t have to assume shit!” she yelled in the middle of our bedroom floor.

“Lower your fucking voice before MJ hears you!” I was seething.

“If you can’t control this insecure shit, I’m leaving.

I ain’t your son, and you not gone be in here treating me like I am.

” I was done arguing with Nisha’s ass. She could assume whatever she wanted.

It wasn’t gone change shit. I finished getting ready and left the house without saying a word to her aggravating ass.

***

“Nigga, the fuck wrong with you?” Jersey questioned soon as I got in the car.

“Nisha’s ass as usual.” Houston responded before I could.

“I don’t feel like talking about the shit, so let’s drop it. Jerz, you got the info we need?”

“Yeah. Maceo sent all that shit over after I left y’all. Let’s go pay this bitch a visit so I can get back home to my girl.” I couldn’t believe my brother finally settled down and appeared genuinely happy.

We rode for almost two hours before we pulled up to a small house in a somewhat alright neighborhood. For it to be after two in the morning, this shit looked like whoever was inside was wide a-fucking-wake.

“I guess this won’t be a complete surprise since they seem to be up,” I observed.

Jersey parked the car across the street, in the driveway of a house that had a for sale sign in the yard.

We weren’t worried about the car being traced because it was a switch in the car that could switch the license plates.

The three of us piled out of the car and trekked across the street.

Since it was a female, we were going to take the subtle approach unless she got out of line.

Jersey knocked on the door, as Houston and I stood back on either side of him.

After a few seconds, a tall, caramel beauty came to the door.

She peered at each of us before she addressed us.

“How can I help you? It’s too late for Jehovah’s Witnesses, so what is this about? Is Moe in trouble?” she questioned.

“Shit, since you wanna cut to the chase, who the fuck is Moe, and why did a car that he used to rob one of my traps lead me back here? You know me?” Jersey asked, getting straight to the point.

“How could I know you if you haven’t introduced yourself? I told Moe’s ass not to follow his fucking brother up. That nigga always getting into some shit. Bum ass thinks he’s supposed to be a kingpin or some shit,” she rattled on.

“Who the fuck is his brother?” Jersey asked. She looked between the three of us again, like she was contemplating whether she should answer the question. The image of Jersey revealing his gun made her mind up for her real quick like.

“His brother’s name is Honcho. He said he was gonna go to Atlanta and take over some nigga and his brothers.

He was in some shit here with his last connect and owed him.

Robbing who I assumed is you, he was gonna take the money and pay Swizz with it.

Afterwards, he was gonna take over what y’all had going on.

He left his wife and kids to go do that shit, too.

” This Rissa chick had no issue telling us who this nigga was and what he was about.

I guess she figured if she told on him, we’d let her nigga off the hook.

Nah, that nigga wanted to ride for his brother, so he could die with his ass, too.

“You said Honcho?” Jersey asked.

“Yeah, that’s the only brother he has,” she confirmed.

“You got a picture of the nigga?” I asked.

We watched as she grabbed her phone and scrolled before she handed it over to Jersey.

“What the fuck!” he spewed angrily.

“You know that nigga?” Houston asked.

“Man, this the nigga that Shanna calls herself fucking with. This nigga all in her shit, ’round my muthafuckin’ son and shit.” I looked at my brother, and he had the look of death plastered on his face.

“Aight. Bet. I don’t wanna sit here and lie to you, so you might not be seeing your nigga again.

I hope you wasn’t too attached.” I could tell that Jersey was pissed, and this chick was lucky he didn’t harm women and children.

Warning her was all a part of his plan because the way my brother thought, he wanted them niggas to know that we were on to him.

“I know how this street shit go. Just give me some time to get my money and dip.”

“Damn. You gonna bounce on the nigga like that?” Houston asked, sniggering at the thought.

“I told you I understand how this shit go, so yeah.” She shrugged at her confession.

“Do what you gotta do. I can’t make no promises that I’ll give you time. Depends on how long I take to find this nigga. If I find out you playing games, I’ll be back. My first stop will be your people though, so if I were you, LaRissa Porter, I wouldn’t play that game with me,” Jersey warned.

It was clear that by the time we left, Rissa understood where we were coming from loud and clear.

“So, what you gone do?” Houston asked once we got back in the car. “You think that bitch gone be a problem?”

“Nah. She too focused on the money. That was his first fuck up by not getting a thorough bitch. That’s his problem, though. My only concern is getting this nigga and his bitch ass brother,” Jersey revealed.

Thankful that this mission didn’t take forever and went by smoothly. We were on the road back home, and the only thing I could think about was what the future held for me and Nisha, because she was becoming exhausting. I hoped her ass was asleep when I got back.