Worthy of Sin

Eight

*excuse any errors*

Sincere 'Sin' Jones || September 1998

  It had been about two weeks since we left the city to come to Connecticut. Business was bein' handled very well. Shit was lookin' good and with the way money was flowin', I knew I would have to make some smart moves and I definitely had to make them fast if I wanted to keep myself off of the radar.

Slim's words about my future had been weighin' heavy on my mind and she was absolutely right.

Reality was, I was pushing 30, and I'm blessed to have made it this far with very minimal consequences. Bein' out of sight and out of mind is what kept me protected, but gettin' too comfortable would get me knocked and be my biggest downfall.

I needed out, but most of all, I needed a plan.

At the current moment, I was in the car wit' Ant trailing behind Ro and Marticus who led the way to the spot so we could count the money we made from makin' our rounds these last few days. The weekend was approaching, and I'd be returning home for the time being so we had to make sure shit was straight.

While I stared out of the window, my cell phone started to ring in my pocket and I grabbed it. I read the caller I.D. and the familiar number that I always looked forward to was displayed.

My baby, Zo.

Since I had left, my contact with her had been limited. Mostly because I was workin' and tryna remain lowkey, but also because of the guilt I felt steppin' out on her and still remaining in contact with Karmen.

I knew it wasn't the right thing to do; I shouldn't have still been talkin' to her, but my ego did victory laps around the fact I was still able to juggle both women and have them both at my leisure.

I could only imagine how Slim would be if she found out about my creepin'. I could already tell by how soft she was becoming and how open she was that she had deep feelings for the kid.

It was clear as day.

I knew I needed to get my shit together and get back on the right track. But I couldn't fight that temptation. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.

I knew she would be pissed at me for screening her call for the umpteenth time this week, but I'll make it up to her once I get there this weekend.

"Ayo, I was talkin' to Kori the other night, right?" I glanced over at Ant while he drove. "Uh-huh,"

"She was tellin' me about some nigga that work at the club wit' her and Slim and she told me some ill shit that fucked me up. Word up,"

My ears perked up and I could tell by his tone that he had been bothered by whatever it was pertaining that nigga. I remember when Zo had mentioned him to me a few weeks ago. I told her I'd handle it, and I definitely had plans to but I had too much other shit on my plate right now.

He would probably be a problem we'd have to settle sooner than later, though.

"Well, what happened?"

He scoffed and shook his head, and I could tell by how hard he gripped the steering wheel that he was even more pissed.

"She told me the nigga violated her,"

"What'chu mean?"

"She said she went out for drinks wit' him and some other chick they work wit' and she said that at some point she blacked out then woke up naked wit' this nigga in her bed," I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him confused.