Passion and Savon have known each other since childhood. As they grow older, they realize what they share is something much more than a friendship. Will Savon come to his senses or will Passion move on to the next?
"Aye Trell, gimme a black and mild", I handed him a twenty dollar bill, as he went into the corner store.
"With some Swishers!", I yelled after him.
"Nigga fuck no, Ain goin' grocery shopping", his chuckles filled the block. In a couple of weeks, I could buy my own cigars, because I'll be the big 1.8.
I didn't know what the fuck I was doin yet, but I was about to be lit as fuck. I was turnin' 18, go big or go home.
I looked out of the window to see Trell coming back with a plastic black bag in his hand.
He passed it to me and we drove to Pack's main warehouse, which was a long ass ride to a secluded area. On the way there this nigga hit a cat and a possum, he always had road rage.
I clicked on the Instagram app, scrolling down my timeline.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"Yo look at this shit.", I showed Trell the picture and he shook his head. I called Brooke up, and she answered on the last ring.
She laughed before saying, "Hel-"
"Fuck is you postin' shit like that fo'?"
"What are you talking about?", she asked, playing dumb.
"Man you know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Delete that shit.", I hung up on her. When you post shit like that, you begging for attention bruh. Niggas get brave, but that was my pussy.
Foolin' around with Brooke, I didn't even realize we pulled up at the warehouse. We got out of the car and I knocked on the door with the code beat.
The door was opened by a naked woman with long hair, "Pack's office is down the hall, the first door on the right. He's been expecting you both."
She went back to where all of the other naked females wore, bagging cocaine. We went down the hall to Pack's office. I guess you can say he was the big dawg in all of dis'. He got the drugs, we sold it.
"Cigar?", the woman held out a tray of Cuban cigars. I grabbed one and sat down beside Trell.
"So I guess we'll get straight to business.", Pack said, lighting his cigar.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
The woman lit mine before he started speaking.
"I got some money missing, and I need you two to find out who been stealin' my shit from me. You find the person, handle them, and I'll reward you."
"Aight, how much we talking?", I asked.
"Enough lil nigga.", Pack laughed. I like the sound of dat'.
After we discussed that, we left. There was uneasy tension in the car, but I just shrugged it off. I'm gettin' this money, fuck everything else.
"Aight nigga, fuck out my car.", Trell joked as we pulled up to my house.
"Bitch fuck you, hopefully you'll get yo ass some new rims when we get this money.", he stuck his middle finger and pulled off. I smirked, satisfied that I pissed him off.
I opened the door and smelled something I hadn't had in a long time. Soul Food. I saw mama and Auntie Shanti sitting on the couch.
"Hey mama, hey Auntie.", I hugged them both.
"Hey Vonny. I swea' yo ass get taller every time I see you", Auntie laughed. Her and my mama weren't real sisters, but blood ain't make a difference.
"It smell good in hea. What you cooking mama?"
"It's on the stove, and yo greedy ass betta' not touch nothin'. It's for dinner.", she called after me. I walked into the kitchen and licked my lips at the sight of all of this food.
Damn. This food look as good as Passion.
I reached for a buttermilk biscuit, when I felt somebody pop my hand. Thinking it was mama, I was surprised to see Passion.
"Now you know damn well yo' mama said not touch this food." I ate it anyway. I take that back, nothing could ever look as good as Passion.
"What you doin'? I thought you was mad at me?", I leaned against the counter.
"I was never mad at you, you just irritate me.", she walked off going into the living room, continuing her homework.
A couple of minutes later I heard, "Von, Passion up here doin' ha' work, where yours?"
"Ma-
"Passion can you help him?", she tried to whisper but failed miserably, "you know my baby kinda challenged."
Passion laughed goin' into my room.
"You and ha' triflin'." Passion took off her shoes, gettin in my bed.
"I saw what baby girl posted earlier.", she said referring to Brooke.
"Yeah, I had to check her ass."
"A hoe gon' be a hoe", she mumbled under her breath. "But anyways, on to this work."
I looked at her sideways, and then I caught on.
"Oh that's right, you haven't been to school in-", I put my hand over her mouth.
"Girl is you crazy?", she pulled my hand off of her lips, but not before licking them. She was weird like that.
"Nope. But if you don't get yo shit together, you not gon graduate.", she got in my face and stood up as I sat down."Look.", she clasped her hands,"I just want you to be successful."
I grabbed her hands,"I see yo mean ass care."
"I always care, I have always cared about your future. Because at the route yo my goin' you gon either be dead or in jail. Nothing good comes out of this, besides money and bitches. I just want what's best for you Savon."
I pulled her down so that she was straddling my lap and kissed both of her hands. I hated makin my baby sad. "I know baby girl."
"So when are you gonna stop?"
"When we livin' lavish."
Y'all what are when gonna do with Savon? 🤦🏾♀️ Thoughts on Brooke or Trell so far?
