Gerron
Today was wild as shit, and I couldn’t believe I let Ginger almost get me late. I was supposed to be on the road a long time ago, and if I didn’t hurry up, I was gonna miss my fuckin’ flight. Fuck was I thinkin’ breakin’ that chick’s back out at her crib?
When I opened my back door, I gripped my weapon ’cause somethin’ ain’t feel right. Good thing Bodie brought my piece by Ginger’s earlier. I had robbed so many niggas, it could be anybody.
Aimed, I walked deeper toward the living room and flipped on the light switch. When the lights came on, I saw someone sitting on my sofa, and I cocked my gun.
“Relax, nigga. It’s just me,” he said, squinting his eyes. “I was just takin’ a nap until you got here. What time is it anyway?”
“Nigga, is you trippin’? Fuck you doin’ at my crib?”
“I been here since I left that bitch’s house earlier,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “You can’t tell me you ain’t fuck that bitch now. You paid for that pussy, didn’t you, playa?” he laughed.
“Bodie, what I do wit’ my dick is my business.” I tucked my gun into my waist. “You still ain’t answer my question. Fuck you doin’ at my house?”
“Shit was too hot back at my place . . . you know. . . after the shootout. So I stayed here.”
“The shit happened ’round here. If anything, shit hot here.”
“Relax, nigga. I’m ’bout to go anyway. Just wanted to make sure you okay.”
This nigga was trippin’, and I ain’t never seen him like this. “Good, ’cause I’m ’bout to head up the road.”
Bodie stood up and walked toward me. “So you still not gonna tell me where you goin’, huh? All the jobs we pulled off, and I don’t even get to know?”
I laughed, grabbed my bag from the back, and said, “You gotta go, B.”
When I came back out, Bodie frowned, placed his hand heavily on my shoulder, and said, “I bet you tell that bitch where you movin’.”
“Nigga, get the fuck off me!” I said, pushin’ him away. He fell against the wall, dusted his shirt off, and frowned. I knew if he hadn’t pawned his gun, he would’ve used it on me. I tapped the butt of my gun on my waist so my message could be clear.
He looked at it and said, “I can still smell her pussy on you.”
“Bodie, the door!” I said, grippin’ my weapon. “Don’t make me say it again, ’cause I won’t!”
He looked at the door, back at me, and said, “So I guess we not hittin’ the nigga Milli together, huh?
Silence.
“Well, I guess I got to do it myself.” He walked out the door, and I slammed it behind him.