Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Two

Divine

The next night… Malina was confusing me. First, she wanted to stay in Miami a few days to shop, but after delivering the head, her ugly ass decided she wanted to come back home immediately. So here we were… on the road and almost home. “Damn, it’s dark,” Malina said as we drove under the bridge that stood a few exits down from our apartment. “Well, you’re the one that was so in a rush to get back, so deal with it. Look, Clark road coming up right now,” I said as I saw that we only had one mile to go. “Divine, why you didn’t drive? You know I can’t see at night,” Malina said as she leaned closer to the wheel and squinted. “Nope. You wanted to be home so early, so you drive. Stop whining,” I said as we finally took our exit. “You ain’t shit.” “Whatever. That nigga Glory must be taking you out on that date tonight…” “Nah, he said tomorrow night. Tonight I’m going to see my little boo thang,” she said in a seductive tone. Her mouth was seconds away from salivating. She was definitely about to get some dick. Whoever this nigga was had her lusting for it.

“So you gonna fuck with Glory too?” I asked as I smiled and shook my head. Malina was too hot to touch. That’s why she had never had a broken heart because she never stuck to one nigga like the rest of us did… or tried to. “It depends on how I feel about my boo thang. If Glory can slang that dick like a bat, like my boo can, I can work with that.” “And what if he can’t?” “Then I’ma stick with my boo thang.” “Who your boo thang?” “You don’t know him.” “Try me. Who?” “You don’t know him, Divine. He an ol’ square ass nigga from the east.” “The east?” “East Arlington.” “Damn. When you start fucking with them weird ass niggas?” I asked in curiosity. Them East niggas were lame as hell and some wannabes. The only niggas from the east that had my respect was Don Crip, and that nigga wasn’t even from the east. He was from Mississippi. The only thing he did was live there, and that was back in the day before he did that bid. Word on the street was that he was out. Time just flew by. I was only sixteen when he went away, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Tone,

Pierre and some other nigga had plex with some Mexicans. Them Mexicans in Arlington don’t play that shit, so you know they blasted off at Tone and Pierre. I remember being at a party and having to run for cover. Saw all them niggas out there getting funky. Word on the streets is Don Crip’s bullet isn’t the only one that was found inside the victim’s arteries. But Crip was the only one who did time. Never folded under no pressure, and that’s why he was the only nigga I respected from the East. “He’s lame, but not weird. You know I don’t fuck around with them,” Malina said, bringing me back to my conversation. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we parked the SUV in front of our apartment. “When you wanna take the truck back to the rent a car?” Malina asked as she killed the ignition. “I’ll do it in the morning. Neiman texted and said she would bring my truck tonight.” “Do I need to be here when you drop the SUV off or will you catch an Uber when you’re done?” she asked as we walked up the rigid stairs that led to our place. “Nah.” “Okay, cool. I won’t be here,” she said as she sped the pace and unlocked the door. As she ran to her room, I walked in the other direction to mine. I needed some alone time anyway to think about my life and where I wanted to go with it. Turning on the TV, I plopped on my back and looked

at the ceiling with my hands behind my head. Life was crazy. It was amazing how my whole life had changed in one day. I started to think about the good, bad and ugly when it came to this money shit. ’Cause I was really tryna get it by any means. Feel me? Just didn’t need nothing stopping my flow. On the cool, I began to wonder would Malina be the one to bring me down. Though we both weren’t used to money, she was acting like it. Like when we got around Glory’s plug in Miami, she started acting all funny and asking irrelevant questions. On the top of that, this nigga tipped us too. Tipped us an extra five G’s and Malina lost her mind, acting like five G’s was a lot. It wasn’t. No, I’m not complaining but greed is what gets the majority of the hustlers knocked out the picture. Pretty sure that’s why Bishop was on the run. “Bye,” Malina said, then I heard the door slam. After she left, I went to kitchen to make some food. Before I could sit down to eat, there was knock at the door. It was Neiman. I opened the door and walked back to the table. I did not feel like hearing her mouth today. All her ass did was talk all the time about Nel, and she was always mad. Yeah, I love her, but she can keep that shit on her side of town. “Hey, cuzz,” she said as she walked in the living room with her head down. She wanted me ask what was wrong. I could tell by the way she kept taking deep breaths. So I finally asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nel woke up.” “That’s good. Right?” “They said he will walk again.” “Well hell! There you go! Why you seem mad?” I asked as I continued to eat my fish. “It’s going to cost me too much money, so I can’t do anything about it.” “That nigga ain’t got insurance?” I asked. “Not a damn thing.” “So, it’s already in your mind that you’re going to pay for this. Right?” I asked in disbelief. “I can try to make something shake, but you know how that go.” “Bitch, let his wife do that.” “She broke too.” “Well I don’t know what to tell you.” I wanted to offer her a job, but I didn’t trust her. Neiman was one of those women who acted off her emotions and did too much when she was hurt. That was a common slip up with this hustling shit too.