Ghetto: Macy & Mekhi Love Story.

Chapter 27

Third Person Omniscient

"How much we talking?" Cash asked Money as they were discussing moving in on a new business partner. Business was good as usual, but it could always be better.

"200k more. That's double the price the other cats wanted. I say we move in on them, drop the other connect and triple their work." Money suggested as he pulled on the chin hair he had recently grown out. Comes from eating all that pussy. He silently thought to himself as he mentally smiled just thinking about Macy.

"Ok, I think that's a smart move but just because their prices were doubled doesn't exactly mean they can move triple of our work." Cash agreed to a certain extent. He wasn't so sure that this was a good move. However, he trusted his brother regardless.

"That's the thing. If they can't move the work at the pace we need them to we get our work back, but still get paid. I think they can do it though, if they really want to make some money they gone make sure that work get pushed evenly, and quickly. Trust me on this one, bro. Niggas who really want to prove themselves will do so." Money didn't doubt them at all. If he thought they couldn't do it he wouldn't offer the proposition.

Cash inwardly smiled. His brother was absolutely right. "Deadass. You right. Call 'em up and close the deal. We can distribute it in two days, they will have three weeks to have all of it sold. If not, they can get sold to my bullets. I'll still get paid." He shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Money just looked at him shaking his head before he decided to speak. "You and that hot ass head of yours gone get you into some shit you can't get out of one day Cashton."

"Money i'm in the fucking drug game nigga. I'm already in some shit I can't fucking get out of!" Cash exclaimed as he waved his around crazily, being extra as usual.

Dragging his hand across his head Money blew out a exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes. "You knew that shit since day one though. I ain't hold no gun to your head and make you get involved with this shit. Fuck out my face Cash, real shit."

"I ain't tripping. I'm just saying it's nothing outside of this shit Money. We stuck in this shit because it's what we know the most!"  He argued.

"Nah. I highly disagree, it's way more that we know outside of this drug business. Be fucking honest with yourself, we stuck in this shit because it's what we love the most not what we know the most!"

Cash silently thought to himself. Money was right once again. Cash loved the fast money, the females that came with it, and just the fast life period. He was embedded in this shit for life by choice, not by demand.

"I ain't trying to argue with your Dr. Phil head ass man. I'm just saying. You right though, now you can fuck out my face."

"Nigga." Money grabbed the remote control from the couch and threw it upside Cash's head. "Watch your mouth."

"Aight now, Money." Cash retorted as he looked at his brother menacingly.

"Look, fuck all that. I been trying to get Macy pregnant I'm starting to think my damn soldiers ain't marching in her lil pretty ass." Money spoke aloud. There was no secret about him wanting Macy pregnant. He wanted to see little Macy & Mekhi's running around in the future.

Cash burst out laughing. He thought it was funny how Money couldn't get his girl pregnant.

"Nigga, how you figure she's not on birth control? Maybe she just genuinely don't want to have your ugly kids."

"Macy not on no damn birth control. Nobody pays better attention to my girl than me, I would know Cash."

"Well." He  paused briefly before continuing, "You better go get yourself checked out you shooting blanks nigga."  He said as he looked over at Money and then suddenly burst out laughing. "Ahhh, you can't get your girl pregnant." He exclaimed while pointing at Money.

"Yeah, ok. Didn't you get that chick who was missing a few toes pregnant? You getting the wrong ones pregnant while you talking shit nigga." Money replied as he smacked his lips loudly.

"Nigga. You saying a few like it was plenty. Stop over exaggerating, Money! It was only both of her pinky toes. I didn't have to look at her feet to fuck her, the head was superb too. Stupid broad went and aborted my baby all because I cheated. Cold hearted heifer." Cash shook his head as he came to realization. He definitely had shared his encounter of quite a few "unique" females.

Chuckling more so to himself Money replied, "Okay. Nep was gone come out missing a few toes."

Smacking his lips Cash replied "Well, nigga. Nep nonexistent now, and I don't plan on having no bad snotty nosed ass kids any time soon."

Money shook his head as he looked at the text he had just received on his phone.

The text read "Lol, watch this." From an unknown number.

"The fuck?" He whispered more so to himself.

Dragging his hand down his face Money sighed exasperatedly. He was was so tired of all this childish shit. He'd prefer to just put a nigga on a t-shirt, rather than all of this back and forth shit.

"Cash-" Money began before he took a quick pause to seal his blunt closed "It's time to deliver black dresses." Smiling deviously he lit it and took a long toke, allowing the substance to invade him before blowing it out, smoothly.

Meanwhile, Micaella was in her thoughts heavily, stuck between her mind and her heart.

Did she like Cashton more than she wanted to admit? Was she really hurt by his actions? She didn't want to admit it, however what was supposed to be a few nights of wild sex and trauma turned into a few nights that she now will never forget even if she wanted to.

"Shit...shit... shit.." She spoke out with frustration to no one in particular.

While washing her hands she asked herself "How could you let this happen, how could you be so stupid!?!?"

"I've had enough of petty dues, I've had enough of shitty news..." Sza's beautiful voice loudly echoed as Broken Clocks played.

Biting her lip she stared down at the one thing that had officially changed her life forever. Shitty news, as Sza had said.

Picking up the positive pregnancy test she tossed it in the trashcan before sliding down the wall and holding her head in her hands.

"Congratulations Caella, you're fucked." She whispered to herself as a lone tear slide down her face.

Pregnancy was supposed to be such a beautiful experience, yet hers was already ugly.