Shattered Mirror

Chapter 18: OG Bobby Johnson

"Word on the street Im a suspect, with them YG's in the projects, With them MB's in the projects, young niggas, Meek Mill off the Pyrex, OG Bobby Johnson, platinum off that Johnson & Johnson, I aint tryin to catch that Magic Johnson,I was runnin' with a hawk like Joe Johnson, Now talk about shoes, hundred all in, When I got the work you was snowed in, Ball like Kevin Johnson, Hustle nigga from Compton, Told them chicks niggas put 500 racks on."

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Carter

My phone kept buzzin' with endless text messages from Giselle while I'm tryana make this deal. Coke, sat across from Harlem and I and blew out a thick cloud of smoke from his cigar in the air. He nodded his head and stood up from his seat. Almost immedeletly our men whip out their guns and aimed it towards him. Harlem held up his finger and as Coke did the same with his men.

"Do we have a deal?" Coke said, still inhaling and exhaling the smoke from his cigar.

I side eyed Harlem as we both stood up and shook hands with him.

"Deal."

He smiled. "You two are gonna be gettin' ya shipment in about five days or so."

We headed out the door with our men trailing behind us and enter the limo that we've requested for the day. We had about two deals today that we've sealed. It was damn near almost eight and a nigga was fuckin' tired.

"Your phone been buggin all damn day." Harlem mention.

"I kno'. It's Giselle's ass."

He shook his head. "You ain't talkin' or wassup?"

"Her ass hasn't been seen in almost a week."

"You shouldn't be worryin' bout' her ass anyway."

"Why ya' say dat'."

"Nigga we just got dis' deal."

I chuckled as we headed back to our trap house to collect out money and leave. I've been doing deals after another deal all damn day. As soon I got home I grabbed some leftover food and hit the shower. By the time I got out, my phone was still buzzin' like a bitch. It kind of reminded me of how Giselle used to bitch at me like a fuckin' bird that won't ever shut up.

My phone buzz again as I kissed my teeth. I knew it was Giselle. Shawdy hasn't been seen in almost two weeks and now she wanna holla. I searched my pocket for my phone and slid the green button and tapping on the message icon.

Giselle 💍: Can you please pick up your phone....

I shook my head and tapped on the next message.

Giselle💍: WHY ARE YOU MAD??????????

And another one,

Giselle💍 : Manfuck this shit. Your not about to go to sleep. 💤

Giselle 💍 : Baby I'm sorry. I don't want you to go to sleep mad at me. Idc ima' put my pride aside for you cuz I care about you, & I'm scared to lose you fr....& I'm not going to sleep until we are back on good terms. I DONT WANT NOBODY BUT YOU. ‼️These other man don't have what I want, otherwise I would be with them. You is not about to go to sleep mad 😤 idc if I gotta text you a million times, YOU NOT😴. Im sorry for going ghost on you baby. I swear I always wanna talk to you. 👏 but the bottom line is that I love you too much to let you be mad at me. SO GET OUT YA DAMN FEELINGS baby cuz I ain't going nowhere 👐. 💍🔐👫💞💘

I threw my phone to the side and changed into some basketball shorts. Not only was I pissed cuz she wasn't here, but I was horny as a mothafucker. I haven't gotten any in almost a week and since Fatim's ass interrupted us in the car, Giselle's ass was too pissed off to even finish what we started. A nigga had to break up a fight with a boner.

My phone buzzed again as I grabbed it again. It was text from Fatim:

Fatim 😁😈: Can you come over? We need to talk.

I didn't even bother to respond back. I hopped my ass in the shower and then got dressed in a clean wife-beater, Adidas, and my Red Bred's 11. I grabbed my phone, keys, and glock; tucking it in my waist band. I head out the door and drove down to her place. We kind of been kicking it for a while, it wasn't nothing serious though.

I arrived there in less than 15 minutes. I pulled out my phone and texted Fatim that I was outside. I turned off the ignition and step out the car, leaning against the passenger side door.

Fatim stepped out the house and walked towards me. She was just in a plain purple pajamas bottom and a white tank top with some slides on. I shook my head at her.

"What did you need to talk to me about?"

"We both saw Amour today."

I raise an eyebrow. "And what about it?"

"Well, are you gonna talk to her?"

"Shawdy, did you talk to her?" I questioned.

"I wanted to but she didn't say anything."

"Then why is yo--"

"Wow! So this is what you been doing?"

I was cut off by a voice, I turned around and saw Giselle standing there with Amour behind her.

Fatim

A shock look was evident on my face. I couldn't process what was to happen next. Carter just look at her with no emotion. It was like he wasn't even scared or shocked like I was. Each step Giselle took, increased my heartbeat. I crossed my arms under my chest.

I looked over at Amour and she made eye-contact with me. She grabbed Giselle's elbow, trying to stop her from whatever she was about to do. It was really bothering me that Amour keeps popping up but this time with Giselle. It was quiet for a moment until I spoke up.

"Amour? Are you serious right now? I haven't seen you like in almost a week and today you decide to show up at school?"

Amour looked at me. "I told ya' I was gon' see you at school, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "But you still ain't say nothin' to me thou."

She sighed and kept a eye on Giselle. "It's complicated."

I snapped my head towards. "What's complicated? Huh? I understand that your pissed at your mom but the fact that you decide to show up with this classless hoe i---"

Giselle snatched her arm away from Amour's grip. "Classless hoe?" She questioned, stepping closer to me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat for what's to come next. She was now standing in front of me as I got a good look. She was wearing a gray, spaghetti strap, tank top; along with a nice cardigan. Her baggie sweats hang loosely around her waist, while her gray concords matched. Her hair was throw into a messy bun.

She starred deeply into my eyes with nothing but pure hatred. Her eyes were low but with bags underneath her eyes, as if she was tired. She had no make-up on, her face looked pale, and just looked like she was dead in a way. Carter stepped into between us because the tension in the atmostsphere was thick.

"I'm a classless hoe?" Giselle repeated again.

Carter grabbed her arms but Giselle pushed him. "Who's it gonna be, Carter?"

Carter kissed his teeth and waved her off. "Man what tha fuck is you talkin' bout?"

Giselle crossed her arms. "When you start fuckin' with other bitches--"

"Bitches?" I questioned, getting offended.

"Oh, so I can't call you a bitch but yet you can call me a classless hoe?"

"Alright that's enough, let's go." Carter said.

"Go where? Huh?" Giselle pointed her finger at me. "Did you think I wouldn't found out about that kiss?"

My mouth dropped.