She Got Her Own

4.

Kymani

I slowly opened my eyes to the blinding sun. I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. I smiled a little to myself and finally found the energy to pull my ass out of bed. You don't understand how hard it is to move when you slept so good.

Groaning, I dragged myself to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the radio, then hopped in the shower.

They were playing that damn Panda song. For one, it's played out. Two, who the hell is this Desiigner guy. Personally, I thought the shit was mad wack. The beat was nice and it was a hype song I guess. But, if I'm chilling or whatever maybe I'll vibe to it.

After 20 minutes of a shower, I got out. I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a ponytail. I walked out of my bathroom and heard my phone ringing. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Yo, wassup?" I heard chuckling on the other line.

"Damn KJ. Can't even get a good morning." I rolled my eyes and put my phone on speaker then put it down. I'm pretty sure this was Red tryna work my fuckin' nerves early this morning. I checked the time and laughed because it was like 2:00 in the afternoon.

"Well I ain't look at the number. My bad, B. Watchu expect?" I walked to my closet and stood, pondering on what I should wear.

"Yeah, okay. But, I'll text you the address so you can send people to come pick up your shipment. This is your first time getting actual shipment?" I scoffed at this and then sat down and lotioned my skin.

"Nah son. I been doing this for years. The game is my bestfriend." I smirked to myself and put my deodorant on.

"Alright, then. Look at you. Ms.BigShot. Your next shipment will most likely be two days from now at the corner of the abandoned meat factory on 147th. This is where all your shipments will be delivered from now on." I made a face but then nodded to myself.

"Bet. Say no more. Thanks. I'll send a couple dozen of my security." I picked up my phone and hung up, then threw it on the bed.

I didn't really like the fact that my shit would be dropped off at the same location, because that's how cargo get's stolen. I've made this living by being anonymous and unpredictable. It needs to stay thay way.

I got up and walked to my closet again and went through it. I ain't want to wear heels today because I wanted to run to the Jewlery Store to just browse. Maybe get something. I had to run some more errands, too, so I put on something simple.

I took my white vans out of the box. I pulled down my dark blue ripped jeans and my grey long sleeve cut out shoulder knit top. After I put on my clothes, I slid on my silver hoops, my silver Michael Khors Watch. I paired my outfit with a burgundy lip and that was it for my makeup. I don't like to wear a lot of makeup because I feel that natural beauty shines more than artificial beauty. Looking at myself in the mirror, I glanced down at the necklace on my neck and touched it.

I whispered softly. "I love you daddy." I tucked the necklace in my shirt and put on my shoes. I sprayed myself with some EAU so sexy from Victoria Secret. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I made my way downstairs.

"Should I eat?" I shook my head and walked out of my house. I hopped in my car and backed out of my driveway, making my way to the Jewlery Store. I got this funny feeling so I loaded my gun and rested it between my legs. I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw that I was being followed.