Summer '15
LA
Chris passed the blunt as they started another round of betting and rolling dice.
"I'm taking all you niggas money, put y'all bids in put y'all bids in" August drunkenly hollered.
I announced that I was out earning groans and "pussy" being yelled at me.
I looked up to see August already grinning at me.
I just laughed, they don't even know being drunk while rolling dice was like a cheat code for this nigga.
Never lost not one dime, I learned that the hard way.
I sat back, watched the catastrophe play out. I glanced over seeing Nicki make her way through the backyard towards us.
I searched through the crowd of bodies for meek, seeing him hugged up with some sister.
This technically wasn't his hood so he could mess with who he wants but someone that 9 times out of 10 his girl knows and vice versa? Different level of disrespect.
I watched Nicki watch him from a distance while her home girl played the mole.
Whatever she went back and told Nicki gave her the go to act out, because it could always be hood politics so she needed that confirmation.
Last time she almost got put off for beating another sister so bad she was in the ICU. whole time ole girl was his cousin.
Nicki wasn't insecure or crazy though, Meek was just good at making it seem that way.
Not that his delusional actions phased anyone. If anything he was the take it with a grain salt nigga in the hood.
Next thing I know Nicki was taking off on Meek before the nigga even knew he was caught up.
She got a few good licks in before he grabbed her by her wrist restraining her.
I didn't feel myself gravitating closer and closer until I was yanking his hands off of her.
"Bro she the one hitting me." He pleaded.
"Yea but she's a woman you're a nigga, she not hurting you and you know that."
"Whatever bro." He said turning and walking away.
She yelled after him, asking him if he was serious. He just kept walking as if she wasn't even speaking to him.
I sucked my teeth as I looked at her. She looked at me before sighing and storming off.
I followed her, like she knew I would until we made it inside the house
I reached for her wrist, pulling her until she stopped.
"What Beyonce?" I looked at her calmly, knowing her routine.
I pulled her into the restroom, lifting her up and sitting her on the sink after locking the door.
I rubbed her thighs and just gazed into her eyes as I watched them soften.
