by J Peach
“I wanted to call you earlier, but she told me not to,” Meka informed me. “Parker, I don’t know, tho. The way she was crying, I think you need to call and talk to her just to see if she’s calm. Don’t tell her I told you, let her tell you herself. But I don’t think she really needs to be by herself right now,” Meka spoke fast as she stressed her thoughts.
Meka had to be the dumbest mothafucka I knew at that moment. “Why the fuck you leave her alone then, Meka? If she was shit like you say, why the fuck would you take her ass home, by herself?” I wanted to slap the fuck outda her. “Yo, that was smart as fuck. Dumb mothafucka!” I hung up the phone on her and called Mane.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“Aye, take that truck back to the shop, we don’t need it.” There wasn’t a point in bringing that shit when we knew that the meet was a setup.
“I’ight. I’ll meet you at the crib,” Mane replied.
“Bet.” I disconnected the line.
“Where we going?” Chris asked as we got closer to the warehouse.
“Kill the lights and park.” I wasn’t gonna walk in there this time because of the call I got from Meka. I was gonna play it safe so I could hurry up and get my ass back home to Syn. I needed to know what the hell was going on with her.
To hear Meka say she thought Syn was pregnant, I had to admit, I felt kinda good hearing that even though I didn’t want no shorties running around just yet. But shit, I would damn sho’ take it if Syn was having my baby.
“What the fuck is that look about?” Chris asked as he parked the little toy truck we had.
“Shit,” I played as if it was nothing.
“Bullshit. What Meka say?”
I held my finger up to him as I called Mook from my burner phone, it rang twice before he answered.
“Where you at?” He spat out harshly.
“Something came up, so we gon’ have to reschedule this meet,” I told him calmly as I watched the warehouse.
“Hell n’all. You better get yo ass here! Parker, I ain’t come all this way for shit. Bring yo ass on man and handle that other shit at a later time,” he continued to fuss.
His hyper tone didn’t faze me a bit. I knew just like Mook did that the only reason he was getting loud was because we were on the phone.
“N’all, I can’t handle it later. I’ll get up with you when I’m available, bet?” I didn’t wait for his reply. I just hung up the phone.
“What Meka say?” Chris once again asked.
Looking over at him, I laughed. “You a nosey mothafucka. Don’t worry about it, i’ight? Just watch the warehouse and see what happens.” I pointed ahead once I saw Mook walk out. I was itching to shoot that tall dread head son of a bitch. Mook seemed to be on the phone with somebody. From his body language, I knew he was frustrated as he argued with the caller.
“Who the fuck he talking to?” I thought out loud.
“I don’t know, but he seem mad as fuck,” Chris mumbled as he watched the scene in front of us.
A few minutes later three trucks pulled up and Mook hung up the phone. He walked to the second truck and the back driver door opened.
“Is that Martell?” Chris leaned forward, trying to get a better look.
My eyes squinted as I stared at the dude. “It looks like him. I thought that mothafucka was locked up?”
“Shid, me too, but obviously not, tho, because we looking at that mothafucka. I knew something was off about this whole thing. That mothafucka was gon’ get our asses in there and let they shit rip,” Chris figured as we watched different niggas come out of the warehouse and hop in the trucks.
Martell and Mook passed words back and forth until all the dudes were inside the trucks. They shook up and then parted ways. Martell hopped in the back once again as Mook ran to his car that was parked close by the warehouse doors.
Once all the cars left, Chris pulled off. He waited until we got on the main street to turn on the headlights.
The truck fell quiet as he drove us back to one of my spots where we would meet up with Mane and Jason.
***
I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact that those pussy ass niggas Martell and Mook tried to set us up. And with the many niggas he had with him, it was no way the four of us were going to walk out alive. It was without a doubt we were taking a few niggas with us, but at the end of that shit we wouldn’t have walked out of that bitch on our own.
Just the thought of that bullshit caused my blood to boil. I had every mind to find both of those pussy ass mothafuckas and kill all of them.
I let out a laugh as I sat on the couch of one of my low kept houses.
“I knew that mothafucka seemed off, but I ain’t think that nigga was stupid enough to try and pull no shit like that on us,” Mane snapped, heated as he paced the floor.
“Lord, stop with all that moving. Be still. You fuckin’ up my thoughts,” I told him, but Mane was right. I didn’t think that nigga was stupid. “Jason, see if you can find out where Mook staying at out here.”
“I’ight. And then you want me to kill him?” The question rolled from his mouth excitedly as it did in his eyes.
I laughed. “N’all, not yet. Shid, if he smart they ass probably went back to the city or Gary. Those the two places both they ass go to be low. When you find them, have one of yo little niggas follow them and see what they’re doing. Chris, I need you to find Meka another crib closer to me, she need to move as soon as possible. Yah hear me?”
With Martell out of jail and Lexi psychotic ass bugging about some other shit I didn’t know about, there was no telling what lies she could have told that nigga by now. The last thing I wanted was for them to run up on my sister behind Lexi or this bullshit.
“What’s going on with Meka?” Jason asked, looking concerned.
“Syn and Lexi got into it over some shit. Lexi threatened her. And with Martell out, I don’t want to take no chances with them. Lexi don’t know where I stay and I don’t want them running in Meka’s crib. Martell probably won’t be that stupid to fuck with Meka, real shit. Not while I’m alive. He know he’ll have to hide his whole fuckin’ family if he fuck’d with her. Us,” I pointed between the four of us. “He’ll try. I don’t know why tho’ after all this time.”
I thought on it for a second before brushing it off. It was no telling why and it was pointless to think on it when we didn’t know. We wouldn’t know until they decided to make it known. “In the meantime, don’t play shit differently. No telling who’s watching, so play everything as you would normally. If any one of you niggas get the opportunity to snatch Martell or Mook ass up, do that shit, bet?” If we get the chance to catch either one of those bitches we could quickly end whatever shit they’re trying to get started.
I looked at Jason and could tell he was thinking about Meka real hard, it was fuckin’ with him bad. “Jason, she’s good. Ain’t shit gon’ happen to her, i’ight?”
“I know,” he nodded, seeming to zone out again.
“You good?” Chris hit him on the back to get his attention.
I knew Jason probably more than he knew himself. He wasn’t gonna stop worrying about Meka until he got to her. “Mane, you find they ass and put somebody on them. I’ight—”
“N’all, I’m good, P. I got it,” Jason tried to reassure me, but I didn’t believe him. He was distracted and I didn’t have time for no fuck ups because of it.
“Yo head ain’t a hunnit percent in it right now. We need you to be focused and that’s not gon’ happen until you get up with Meka. I get it. No need to say shit else, I got you.” I couldn’t be pissed at him for worrying. Shid, Lexi was a crazy ass bitch and it was no telling what the fuck she might do. Hell, I may have seemed cool on the outside, but I was worried like a mothafucka about Syn and wanted to bounce out straight to the crib to see her ass.
“Y’all niggas good with everything?” I asked them and they all nodded. “Chris, find out about Martell’s finances. That was a lot of shit Mook
had ordered. See what Martell got and get back with me as soon as possible. I’ight?” I stood up and grabbed my keys from the table.
“I got you. I’ll be heading yo way in a few days.” Chris slapped hands with me then the others before he left out the house.
“I’ight my niggas, I’m about to hit this highway. Mane, call me if you need anything. No matter how small the shit may be call me and I’ll be here.” I slapped up with him and our shoulders bumped.
“I’ll keep you posted.” He let my hand go then shook up with Jason. “You make sho’ her and Lil Man good.” He told him
“Fo’sho.” Jason nodded.
“Let’s go.” I stretched trying to get myself ready for this drive back home. Once I locked up the house we all got in our separate cars and left.
Chapter 16
Parker
I made it back to Bloomingdales at three o’clock in the morning. I walked in the house and made my way upstairs. When I got close to the bedroom door I heard music playing and heard Syn humming along to the tunes. Slowly, I pushed the door open and then leaned against the frame, watching her. She had highlighters and pens all over the bed along with her laptop, work books and notebooks surrounding her.
Baby girl was most definitely focused on her future. I liked that she wasn’t letting our thing stop her from doing that. A lot of bitches get with a nigga who has money and say fuck their future plans. Syn wasn’t like that, she was different in a crazy, fuck’d up way. But I like that shit about her.
Remembering what Meka told me about her crying and shit had me wondering why. I didn’t think being pregnant was a bad thing. Yeah, it would cause some complications given both of our schedules, but shit could easily be moved around.
I stared at her, trying to figure her out. She looked cool at that moment, as if she didn’t have a worry in the world. Maybe she freaked because it hadn’t been that long since we’d been fuckin’ around. We hadn’t talked about kids or none of that shit. She probably thought I ain’t want none, then again, maybe she didn’t. I didn’t know which one it could have been, but I was damn sho’ gonna find out.
She grabbed a plate off of the nightstand and took a bite out of her sandwich. This mothafucka done made herself at home for real. She had food in the room, I ain’t never ate in my bedroom before. As she chewed her food, she hummed louder to Mila J’s, My Main. Syn then took another big bite of her sandwich and put it back on the nightstand. She looked my way for a second, then turned her focus back to her work like she didn’t even see me. Her body moved to the beat of the song as she started to type away on her laptop.
My brows rose at that before I let out a chuckle.
Syn stopped typing and her head quickly snapped to me. “Ahhh, shit!” She jumped, then placed her hand over her chest. “Oh, my God! You scared the crap out of me! Why are you just standing there not saying anything?” She panted.
That mothafucka looked dead at my ass. How the fuck I scare her? “Just watching you,” I told her truthfully.
Smiling, she got out of the bed and came toward me. “Why are you watching me?” She bit into her lower lip.
My arms went around her waist and I pulled her to me. “What’s not to watch?” I pushed the little strings of hair out of her face and then kissed her. I was feeling the hell out of her and I damn sho’ wouldn’t have minded if she was carrying my shorty.
She smiled into the kiss and then pulled back. “I missed you,” Syn confessed as she pressed her lips into mine once more.
“I missed yo mean ass too. I see you’re goin’ in, ain’t you?” I nodded toward the bed. “You got music, food, everything out. How it’s going?”
“Let me clean that up. I’m almost finished, tho.” She went to the bed and started grabbing her books.
“N’all, you good, leave them there.” I wasn’t fuck’d up about her mess. As long as she was on her shit, I was cool with it. I stood on my side of the bed and pulled my guns from my waist. I put one under my pillow and the other under the mattress. Walking into the closet, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the clothes basket. “How did yo day go?” Undoing my jeans, I tossed them to the side. I removed my jewelry and then sat it on the table where the rest of my shit lay. When Syn didn’t say nothing, I looked into the bedroom at her.
She sat at the edge of the bed looking down at her hands as if she was thinking about what to say.
“Aye,” I called to her. She looked at me. “You straight?’ I asked as I pulled off my boxer briefs. Her eyes went to my dick. “What you and Meka do today?” I repeated my question while grabbing some grey sweat pants. I pulled them on and then went into the room where she sat.
“What Meka tell you?” She questioned.
“Shit, I ain’t talked to her yet,” I lied to see if she was going to tell me anything or if she was going to lie.
She let out a heavy sigh before she shrugged. “Lexi popped up over Meka’s house and we kinda got into it,” she jumped into that story. “Look, I didn’t know you knew them so I didn’t see a reason in telling you anything about my past relationships.”
My head tilted at the word past relationships. “How you know Lexi?”
“I don’t know her, per se. However, I used to talk to Martell a while back, but I didn’t know anything about Lexi—”
I moved away from her. “What’s a while back?” After the shit Mook just tried to pull with that set up anything or anyone dealing with Martell was done with. Syn fuckin’ with Martell was messin’ with me. The thought of her with that nigga made me want to kill him and choke the fuck outda her.
“Parker, I was fourteen when I started messing with him. Once I found out about Lexi, I broke things off with Martell. I stopped working at his club and started working at Red Light—” She started to explain, but I cut her off.
I wanted to believe I heard her wrong, but she said that shit so boldly and without a stutter. But I had to have misunderstood what just left her mouth. “Man, wait, hold up. Shorty, around the time you started fuckin’ with me?” Shit wasn’t making sense. How the fuck was she fourteen working at a strip joint?
She let out a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. “Yes,” she nodded.
“Syn, you wasn’t fourteen when we started fuckin’.” I know damn well I wasn’t fuckin’ with no damn fourteen year old. A fuckin’ kid!
Her eyes left mine as she looked embarrassed.
“Hell n’all. Syn, how old are you?” I found it fuck’d up that I had to be asking that fuckin’ question after all those fuckin’ years. I hoped my ears were hearing wrong. I was twenty-three if shorty was only fourteen back when we started fuckin’ around. Shorty lied and told me she was nineteen.
“I’m twenty-four. Parker, don’t do that, okay? Don’t stand there and start judging me on my past.”
“Syn, I was fuckin’ a gotdamn kid. Do you know how fuck’d up that is? My nigga, you was fourteen, I was twenty-three. What the fuck was you doing working at a fuckin’ strip club at that age for any gotdamn way!” I yelled at her.
I was pissed off that she had lied to me. Had that spot been hit while I was fuckin’ with her young, dumb ass I would’ve been in a fuck’d up situation all because of a fuckin’ lie. Not only that, but where the fuck were her people to even let her out to be able to do some shit like that? Now it made sense why she never wanted to take our thing outside the club or why she didn’t want her girls to know how we knew each other.
Syn suddenly jumped off of the bed and pushed me hard. “Parker, don’t fuckin’ judge me because yo ass ain’t perfect! You think I got into this shit because I had a fuckin’ choice? I was young and desperate. I didn’t want to be homeless so I got my ass out there and did what the fuck I had to do to survive. Just like yo ass was out there selling weed, crack or whatever else you were out here pushing to make sure you and yo family was good. I had to look out for my gotdamn self!” She screamed at me.
That shut up whatever foul thing I was about to say to her. I knew
how hard times could be when you’re living in an unstable household, but I would never have thought Syn was going through it.
Why couldn’t she have just told me that on one of the many different occasions I tried to get to know her? I would’ve helped her ass out with no problem. “Why yo ass just ain’t tell me that?” I asked her.
“What was I supposed to say, Parker? Huh? Was I supposed to just walk up to you and say my momma’s a crackhead and we were about to get evicted if I didn’t pay rent? Or was I just supposed to let myself be in the foster system had anyone known just how bad my momma was?” She said, breathing heavily. “How the fuck did I start that conversation off with anybody? Please tell me how I was supposed to tell someone I barely even knew only to have them pity me. I already felt like shit for doing it in the first place, on top of having sex for the money. But then to have someone feel bad for me and look down at me? Please tell me how the fuck I was supposed to start that conversation off, Parker?” Her fingers wiped angrily at her tears.
Now I felt like shit for yelling at her. I had only seen her cry once and I didn’t like that shit at all. She was right. I was far from perfect and did hella dirt. Hell, I still was doing dirt.
I grabbed her arms and she jerked away from me. “Shorty, chill out. Baby girl, I ain’t judging shit you done did, i’ight? But yo age, tho. Yeah, I wish you had told me back then—”
“Had you known, would it have changed any fuckin’ thing?” She spat out harshly.
“Hell yeah!” I looked at her like she was stupid. “It would’ve changed every fuckin’ thing. We would have never fuck’d had I known how old you were. Baby girl. you was a kid. No grown ass man has a right to be fuckin’ you. Little niggas that’s yo age, yeah, maybe. Me, hell no! I don’t fuck with no shit like that. But if you lying to niggas about yo age, how the fuck we supposed to know?” I loved pussy just as much as the next nigga, but I wasn’t desperate to fuck a kid, period.
