Morris Black

"BMF (Blowin' Money Fast)" -Rick Ross

                                                    “BMF (Blowin’ Money Fast)” –Rick Ross

                Dana tried calling Pinky a hundred times to apologize for testifying against Avery for domestic violence. Avery had gotten one year in jail for the blackmails and beatings he had been giving Dana. Pinky ignored Dana for the umpteenth time, she would’ve thought she would get the point by now but obviously not.

                Pinky huffed at her ringing phone. “Yes?”

                “Please don’t hang up Pinky, just let me explain.” Dana clearly was crying as she sniffed into the phone. Pinky paused letting her know that she will finally hear her out. “Avery was getting out of hand, he put my life in danger Pinky, and I had to do something so I went to the police.”

                “That’s fine you can stop calling me now.” Pinky hung up on her and looked down at her engagement ring. Just when she and Avery were getting on good terms, her best friend sent him away for a one whole year. She didn’t know what she would do without Avery being by her side.

                Pinky’s phone rang again, she was praying that it wasn’t Dana again. She thanked God it wasn’t, it was Avery. After she accepted the charges, Avery spoke into her line. “What’s up gangsta?”

                “You babes, I miss you already.” Pinky fought back tears.

                “This little year ain’t shit, it’s going to be quicker than you can imagine.” Avery tried to convince her but she knew this was going to be torture. “You got your ring on?”

                “You know I do and I was thinking as soon as you get home I can become your wife.”

                “I’d like that. Start making those wedding plans then sweetheart, make it my welcome home present.”

                A smile came on Pinky’s face. She loved this man and she would do anything for him. Avery didn’t have to tell her twice about making wedding plans, she was already on her laptop looking at dresses.

                “I’ll get at you later ma, I love you.”

                “I love you too Avery.” As soon as they hung up the phone, her phone was ringing again she looked at the caller I.D and it was Riley. “What’s up playboy?”

                “I’m jigging can you come through for a minute? I got a proposition for you.” Riley asked.

                “Iight I’ll be there in 15.” Pinky ended the call and got dressed. She put on her Juicy sweats with her Victoria’s Secret Pink shirt and her crisp white and pink Jordan’s. She put her hair in a ponytail then made sure her house was secure before leaving out of her driveway.

                Riley sat on the hood of his car smoking a blunt waiting for Pinky to get there. He wore gray jogging pants, no shirt with gray and white Jordan’s. He took another drag of his blunt as Pinky pulled her s550 white Mercedes Benz in his driveway. He watched her get out the car dressed casually and he was looking at an angel in his eyes. Damn I can’t wait to make her mines. He thought to himself and passed her the blunt after he greeted her with a hug.

                “Iight here’s the deal,” He got straight to the point. “My homeboy gonna be gone for a whole year and I need somebody to put in work with.” He waited for her reaction. “It’s seventy-five g’s each trip.”