Who do you trust most your loved ones or your lover? - When these two New Yorkers meet intense feelings between them begin to form much to the displeasure of others around them. Both Nasir Jones and Nicki Maraj faith in love is put through the ultim...
A warm shower, prison didn't have this the place was so cheap and nasty couldn't even keep proper clean water.
It felt good to shower and lather in a body wash of my choosing without worrying about a dozen other niggas sharing one with me—being in jail was really like being a caged animal' shit wasn't cool, no real ass man would want to be there and that's word.
I dried off with some fresh white towels Auntie Peaches had folded in the cabinet. One look in the mirror and I knew I needed a fresh haircut bruh this tiny afro I was rockin' had me looking like a runaway slave.
I got dressed in a white muscle shirt and gray sweats.
My plan really was just to get some sleep. I walked from the bathroom brushin' my teeth as I heard taps on the window thinking it was Ro as I continued on by only to return and hear it again.
"Aahh nigga!!!"
"Dude what your biscuit head ass doing in our backyard?"
"Nigga this ain't yo backyard this Peaches now come out and play some cards and drink some drink," Marlon better known as Cyclone suggested.
He been cool with Jung and me since elementary days this fool still living with his mama tho after all these damn years.
I slid on some Adidas sandals that probably belonged to Ro and met Cyclone outside. Aunt Peaches was fast asleep on the couch while an episode of Snapped played on the television.
Me and Cyc did a quick handshake before he sat pulling out some cards "I hope you'on mine I bought a homie over his name Chris."
"Sup' Chris." I saluted.
"This my G I been telling you about the one that be in and out the pen," Cyclone introduced referring to me as I couldn't do much but laugh "welcome home nigga!"
"It's good to be home." I truthfully said.
"Shit! I bet it is," he agreed sitting some beers on the table "I brought that new overseas shit that'll give you that new high."
I snatched a beer cracking it open and sipping "nigga you still the same dummy."
"For real that's regular ole loud that almost every nigga has smoked ain't shit about that rare, my guy." Chris cut-in.
"Ight yall ain't getting none of it either ungrateful ass niggas tryna diss what yall ain't got." Cyclone uttered.
"Man I can go grab a bag of the same shit right now," Chris told him, matter-of-factly.
"How nigga? How?!" Cyclone shouted.
"You know that fine ass bitch Dream is throwing her 18th birthday party today shit she fucking with the weed man and we cool so if I slide through I know she gon' hook a nigga up," Chris told him as I stared over at Cyclone.
"How you know them?" He questioned.
"I knew all them before the butt shots and other plastic surgeries they got," Chris answered before turning to me "it's three fine ass sisters throwing a party right now, all three of 'em bad as hell, we can go crash that shit, get what we want and be out that motherfucker with a quickness."
"Nah one of them hoes ran over my dog, I ain't forget that, I think it was the mean one, what's her name? Lauren..."
"I'm gamed' I need a good smoke right about now," I admitted.
Chris stood to grab a beer "they mama bad as shit too, no lie..."
"She ight," Cyclone added "I seen badder bitches than them."
"Where nigga?"
"Ion wanna say cuz yall gon' be mad thirsty."
Not even surprising Cyclone talked the whole way there. Chris shook up with some dudes that looked around his age who hung on the porch before leading the way inside. It was packed and they were blasting some loud trap music throughout the place'.
"Dream sharp head ass," Cyclone cackled, pointing to a banner that hung on a nearby wall with a light skin green-haired chick face on it.
"You wanna dance?" this random broad asked as I politely turned her down.
"She must be thirsty cuz' you looking rough as fuck." Cyclone stated with a laugh as beer spilled from the can that he carried.
"Uh-Uh, Cyc yo ass gon' have to clean that up." A short brown-skinned chick came into view pointing her long pink fingernails in his face "if my moms see this she gon' have our necks so clean that up."
"Ion see nothing in yo hands" he retorted as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't play with me nigga now clean it up before I-"
"Before what?" He finished her sentence as I stepped in.
"Bruh just clean it up!" I told him as he growled.
"Shit! man don't be taking up for these bougie ghetto bitches," he gritted "carpet probably got dirt stains all around but she trippin' about one funky beer stain."
"Thank you, I'm Nicki," she told me after.
"No problem," I said.
"Well aren't you going to tell me your name?" she goes on as I stared at her and she's looking up at me with slanted gray eyes.
"Nas."
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