TYREE
1 month later
I sat on my bed reflecting on my first date with Tiny. How we shared common experiences and how the instant connection transpired into us being a family.
"Aye she talk to you yet?" Rell asked as he stuffed his face with a gyro sandwich.
"Nah man, apparently she ain't even on speakin' terms with ha own people. This shit just got outta hand foe." I replied taking a sip from my double cup full of lean.
"I told you Ty, should've told that girl what the fuck was up from the jump, she still would've fucked witchu." Rell confidently spoke. He was probably right. However, I had my doubts knowing that she'd probably had enough of the street shit as she grew up with that shit.
"Have you at least seen ha? She carrying yo mu'fuckin baby, she don't needa be going MIA despite her feeling some type of way." Rell shrugged convincingly speaking with honesty.
"Na Ian seen her since that day. She ain't tryna kick it." I sadly admitted. The thought of her not speakin to a nigga sent me through several ranges of emotions, from sadness to shame to embarrassment.
Though I knew she would find out, It was always the mission to tell her about my work outside of campus grounds and local street corners. It was always more to the story, more to how I live the way I live, more to why $15,000 worth of bills get paid every month.
"Tsss I know... But it wasn't like she ain't 'hiding' shit from me too. You 'memba that shit that bitch ass nigga said." I retorted reflecting on Damien's last words me as I held him hostage in his own basement.
Rell laughed before swallowing the last of his food. "Nigga... that shit ain't half as bad as the shit you ain't tell her. You damn near kno this girl whole life story before even knowing ha." Rell added.
"I get that, but the principle still speaks louder than what's already known, foe." I agreed to disagree. Rell nodded, agreeing with me to clearly avoid a debate which he wouldn't win.
"I feel that. Maybe I can talk to Nelli and set some shit up for y'all to talk or sum. That's still yo baby mama."
"'Preciate that foe." I thanked before dapping him up.
"Fashoski. But aye doe, whatchu tryna get into tonight man. It's money to be made, we got Don Marcell comin into town right now as we speak nigga." Rell excitedly pointed. A smile plastered across my face, excitement filling my body at the thought of the gangs pockets gettin full.
Don Marcell was the top drug lord of Los Angeles. Me, Rell, Trey and Dre worked for him back when we were only some lil ass kids wandering the streets of Chicago. Somehow, he became cool with my pops and when I got a lil older, I began moving work for him throughout Chicago and eventually across the country. Eventually, I put everybody else on and we began to move as a unit until Don went missing. He ain't go missing for the wrong cause, but only to invest more into his craft and security for the statey of not only himself but also for everyone who worked beside and under him. That's why I fucked with Don, cus he was always respectful of his clientele and employees, giving everyone the opportunity to prove themselves in their own way.
"Hell yea nigga, I'm ready fa whatever. It's been a minute since we did business with the nigga." I said going in my drawer to remove my weed kit to roll up.
"Heard he finna be at Magic City tonight on business. Tryna see what's to it?" Rell questioned as he sat on his phone scrolling.
"Tss yeah, we dea'." I shrugged with a blow of my breath, hoping there wouldn't be no bullshit surrounding the night life, especially on a Friday.
