(Myers)
Ariel POV✔
My brother Myers wasn't a joke. He didn't play about me ,nor did he play about my baby brother, but what you can't mess with is his cash. Myers doesn't like school so I know it was something important when he pulled up.
He had on a huge white shirt, a white bomber, a red du rag, and timbs. His flag was on the right side and he chewed on a toothpick. His curly top and tail looked freshly cut and made.
What I admired about my brother the most was the scar over his cheek. It was small yet a bold black streak on his brown left cheek.
"Momma know you wearing white jeans?" He asked starting out the window looking at something to the left.
I peered pass him to see what he was looking at so intensely.A jet black car that was parked across the street in an empty parking lot drove away and he seemed to relax.
"Nah. Mom doesn't even know I have clothes like this and if she do I'm gonna spill milk on one of your little girlfriends." I said crossing my arms and retorting back.
He punched me in the shoulder and I laughed as he drove off.
"Where we headed?" I asked watching the streets of New York moves as we past by.
"You hear about that nigga that's been looking for you?" He asked. It took me a while to answer because I was focused on the Rolex I saw in his cup holder.
"Who?" I asked coming back to Reality.
"This J boi, Jay star, Jaymond nigga." He said more agressively.
It was at that time I realised why he was mad. My brother wasn't easy to read but he always had this essential tone when it came to certain situations. Especially problems.
I rolled my eyes," You talking about the boy that's been Jock riding since Pee Wee? What about him?"
Myers tilted his neck and sucked his teeth.
"I want you to keep tabs on old dude punk ass. He been causing problems lately in South Brooklyn. Niggas been saying he Crip. I want you to tell me everything he knows on Mod the
Monster the Crip that's been dancing in different boroughs."
Did he just tell you to get info on a nigga you have no likeness for? Nah, not happening.
"How about you send one of your little skanks to do it. I lead I don't flirt. You tried it." I folded my arms and looked out the window.
"I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't have tried it. When his Ex girlfriend spilled he had a crush on you I had a feeling it was just the right time. It was perfect."
My bother pulled up to his favorite safehouse in Brooklyn Heights. The hiss of a rain made a Rythem against the window and against the hood of the car.
My brother pulled out an umbrella from the back and handed it to me. He grabbed the second and stopped and looked at me.
"You know I care about you kid. Your unpredictable and stubborn but I love you. Not just because we're family but because we're Blood. I need you to focus on the business and not the whole love sense of thing. Focus on the benefit and not the situation. I need you to come with me to this meeting. Be chill." He kissed my cheek at got out the car to a shower of rain. I followed him towards this normal looking building and thought about the problems coming soon.
Love? Who said anything about love? Why would feelings even be a element in this situation? Jaymond...Jaymond ain't for me. But the act isn't for me it's for the business.
The huge umbrella separated me from the wet side of the world as my brother pressed the buzzer that opened the door.
"Ayo nigga who's this?" Someone yelled through the tiny speaker.
"It's Stoop flow nigga." My brother responded proudly. There was a loud hum and the door opened.
I followed him inside to a small lobby like area. Two big burly dudes in sweat shirts and Jeans stood outside an elevator door. I looked to see a set of stairs but there wasn't one visible.
Smart yet stupid if you have a fire.
"You Bamn Bamn?" The huge dude on the right said pointing to my bro.
"In the flesh." He responded looking him up and down.
The burly men looked at each other and nodded allowing us to come into the elevator.
A skinny white girl stood in a jean like mini skirt and a white crop top with a hat and matching heels waiting by the buttons.
"What floor?" She said smacking her gun harder than needed.
I cringed a bit and she looked at me strange.
"To the top." The burly men on the left said.
She clicked the button and turned around.
"What's wrong with Blackie Chan over here?" She said turning around.
Maybe it was just the lighting or maybe it was the stank musky smell of the big guys but shawty face was straight out of a horror make up movie.
Her eyebrows we're thin lines that almost touched the worst ombre eyeshadow I'd ever seen. She seemed to want bigger lips because the thin bread crust looking ones she had had a swollen area around it where she lined her lipstick wasn't fooling anybody.
I looked at my brother and we started chuckling.
"What is it? What's so funny?" She wailed nervously rubbing one of her eyebrows halfway off.
"Oop." The 2 men said in unison.
My brother and I got off the elevator howling with laughter.
The girl stood self conscious of herself as we left the elevator.
The room expanded into a class and white carpeted expanse. The dazzling vases and paintings had me facinated.
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