KingPin

One

     The one thing her and her brother had in common was their taste in music volume. Her smart speakers filling up her room with the bass of Nardo Wick's voice, playing his most popular radio hits.

     If you asked her, she's delusional enough to tell you straight up one day she will see him in real life, and be so bad and irresistible he'll have no choice but to marry her on the spot. His smile, his accent, the way she swears they made eye contact 10 times at his show when he came in town for his tour, that was her man and you couldn't tell her nothing about him.

     That never stopped her brother from trying whenever he got the chance to. He barged in her room, not knocking as usual since that was his thing as her annoying older brother. She cut her eyes at him, knowing he knows to knock before ignoring him and going back to her phone.

Key'Von 💙

wyo mamas im tryna cu 
8:28pm

there's an afterparty at KSU fri
we can link then?
8:35pm

fasho
8:47pm

"Fasho," For the first time in the 3 minutes he'd been in her room, she acknowledging his presence. She turned to face Pierre in her vanity chair. "Hey, if a guy wants to link and you say "yea, just later at this party" and he says "fasho" what does that mean?"

Pierre shrugged, looking up from his own phone to reply to his sister. "It means fasho. He cool with linking later. Why y'all females be overthinking everything?" He spoke with annoyance as he'd imagine Jazz questioning the same shit, making up beef in her head.

"Because why can't he just say like, yeah that's cool? Instead of just fasho." Reading it back out loud to herself still didn't sound right.

"What li'l nigga you linking anyways? I know it ain't Von square-headed ass." He cracked on Von any chance he got, not letting up the fact that he didn't start pulling for real until he started flexing the same tired stack all over IG, knowing that scam shit been in a drought for new methods since everybody started doing it.

Pierre knew there was some niggas with natural charm, and then there was some nigga's who bought it artificially. It's not hard to play off artificial rizz with decent enough flodgin', but it's easiest for it to come off as corny. To Pierre, Von was just another cornball pretending to be something he wasn't for validation. He was the same nigga who was Junior Varsity until Senior Year.

"And if it is? You not nobody daddy.. unless Jazz start craving pickles." Imani cracked back, Pierre suddenly not finding anything funny as the smirk left his face.

"Aye don't even put no shit like that in the universe." Pierre knew he didn't see himself having a baby with anyone, anytime soon, let alone Jazz.

"See, this the problem with niggas. Ya'll stay fiending for the girl you know toxic for you, not seeing no type of future with her. Instead of finding the girl you do want end game with while ya'll both still young and fine."

"Nah, Nigga's play that shit right. Get the toxic shit out your system so you can be an evolved husband for your wife. Besides I think Jazz got sumn' Karmic on me or some shit. Her Pisces just puts out the fire in my Aries. She balances me." He has the smuggest of smiles, knowing anyone who knew the two, knew they were they last people needing to be together. While also knowing no matter what, they both weren't going no where.

"Whatever you do, just don't let her find whichever hoe with crystals and incense you learned that from."

"Never that, I am a faithful black king." He threw up his fist to be more convincing, them both not being able to keep a straight face knowing Pierre couldn't be committed to 1 Valentines Date if he needed to.

"Be for fucking real." She was facing her mirror again, lining her waterline brown to make her eye shape stand out more.

     "I am real," He flexed the silver chain he sported on his neck. It wasn't iced out like the rappers had been, but it'd had been a silver plated custom link. "What's this party you talkin' 'bout anyways? You tryna' get lit while we gotta' figure this shit out?" 

From Pierre who always had something to say, suddenly going quiet, didn't seem like the best sign. "I don't know how I'mma finesse myself out of this one, 'Mani. Make it worst it's only 'til Sunday to make it right."

She sighed, rubbing her lips together as she quickly thought on her feet. "Say we stayed open and worked through Lunch and Dinner rush, right? That would be at least 3 stacks on a Friday so let's say it was only 2500 for a Wednesday. P, we could sell every valuable together and I don't even think that'd be enough. The good news is, worse case scenario our checks take the hit next week." Imani shrugged, not knowing anything better to offer to help console her brother.

Pierre began shaking his head before she could get out the last words of her sentence. "Nah, that's not an option. I'm still paying that loan off for them repairs I just got, I can't not pay that shit and let it go to my credit."

"Well, there's consequences to our actions, P. You know we don't mind sharing the fall with you, and I know ol' dude was trippin' for'real and you my nigga' for steppin' in but bruh'. Y'all made the call to close before we hit our numbers for the day. I don't see 2500 popping up in 5 days unless y'all hit the streets with some work at this point."

Once again he grew quiet, not because he was upset at his sister making him face accountability which usually could be annoying, but because she might've been on to something.

"What?" She knew what that distant, yet focused gaze meant. It didn't always happen, especially not very often, but she could see them gears working and churning through Pierre's skull. "No, that is not what I meant," She sternly pointed her finger at him, knowing the idea was already implanted into his head.

"You said it, shit not gon' fall from no tree."

"This isn't selling some dime bags in high school, we grown now. These are real charges. Weren't we just talking about consequences of actions?"

"Look, it's not like I'm going full on KingPin. We'll just start off with enough to put the $2500 back and then it's it. It's only 4 days, we'll be part time drug dealers." His charisma is winning, convincing Imani that this is a fool proof plan where nothing could go wrong, even though she knew that's typically when everything falls to shit. But just like she was standing with her then, she had to stand with him more than ever now.

Besides, it was just for the next 4 days, right?