TONI'S POV
TUESDAY. MARCH 5, 2019.
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"Is that all of it, baby?"
"Yeah, unless I overlooked sumn' but I doubt it.." I say, pushing the last box in my trunk. This nigga had so much junk, I had to bring out the Chevy Suburban.
I pressed the button to let down the trunk before I walked over to the passengers side, opening Baby's door. Like always, she smiled and thanked me before climbing her pretty ass in. I just licked my lips and walked over to my side, getting in. Everyday I'm with her, I'm close to saying some off the wall kind of shit.
"Where we dropping this shit off at? His bitch house or a river?"
She laughed and I looked over at her. I was actually serious. "Patrice's house. I'm not that kind of person,"
"Shit, I am.." I started up the truck and turned the radio on to something she would like, pulling out of the driveway. "Grab my phone and put her address in,"
In my peripheral vision, I could see her lean up in the seat and she reach over the glovers compartment to dig in my pocket. I looked down at how deep her hand was going, glancing over. "What you doing?"
"You said to grab your phone.."
"The one right there girl. You reaching fa my dick," I said and she giggled.
"Sorry.." She pulled her hand back and grabbed my phone from out of the cup holder.
I didn't say anything, shaking my head. She knew what she was doing but I'd be wrong if I was to jump on her. She grabbed it and held it up to my face while I turned out of her neighborhood, speeding down the street. After a few minutes, I heard directions being read out to me and followed them.
I sat back in my seat and reached behind me to grab my bag of blunts, putting one between my lips. I didn't have enough time to get my day kicked off on the right foot because that nigga shit was throwing her off. Had to get it out of there, the fast way. I grabbed the lighter from my belt loop to spark it.
My phone started to ring, cutting off the directions and I grabbed it from Janet's lap, answering it. "Yo,"
"What's good, young blood?" The person said and I took it from my ear to read the Caller ID.
"Oh, Wassup Pops?"
"Ain' nothing. Long time, no speak. What's up with that?"
"Shit, I been chillin'. Getting money and putting folks to rest but the phone work both ways.." I said and he laughed. His laugh was so irritating. "You need some water, my nigga. Sound like you smoke Newport's,"
"Shut the fuck up. Ian call you for that,"
"Then what you called fa, dude?"
"Yo Mama.." He said and I sighed, clenching my jaw.
The mention of her really grinds my gears. "What she want?"
"What she always want. Some God-Damn money and I told her I'd talk to you,"
"Why the hell you tell her that? I can't do a damn thing for her. She better get a fucking job."
