A Soldier Like Me:A Louisiana Love Story

Chapter Six: Chase

"Boy that shit was funny, I know bitches be on you but damn I didn't know you get crazy bitches too. Keep it real though, that shit was low key creepy huh?"

 

"Shit yea son, that old ass women was tripping. Everybody know that my real mom killed herself. She then piss me the fuck off, I bet you someone set her up to do this and I'm going to find out who," Master said getting into the car.

   

"You want to roll one up son?" I asked giving him the bag of weed.

     

"Yea mane," he said turning my radio up.

 

  Level I Bet You Won't was blasting through the stereo.

 

"Now will you dive when it's time to dive

I bet you won't, I bet you won't

When you need to get your money right

I bet you won't, I bet you won't

You got a bat and you need to fleet?

I bet you won't, I bet you won't

Show them bitches they ain't fucking with you

I bet you won't, I bet you won't".

  

Since we got kick out Fashion for Men, what you gonna wear son?" I asked him. driving out the parking lot.

  

"I don't know, I might wear that Gucci fit I was meaning to wear," he said passing me the blunt.

 

I took a few puffs and passed it back to him. OH, yea where are my manners, let me tell you a little about me.

 

My name is Chase Lamor Toussaint, I'm 28 years old with no kids. I would like some one day. If I meet the right chick. But she got to wait 3 business day before I do anything with her, so I can check her background and her credit. I might need to use hers cause my shit look horrible, just joking.

   

  But anyways I own 3 businesses, first business I own is a club in New York where my homie Ron is holding it down for me, I called it The Harlem Joint. My second place of business is a strip club that I own down here that's called Diamonds. Lastly but not least the third business I own is a tattoo shop that I call Trap Inks.

 

I guess y'all wondering how a nigga look. A lot of people say I look like Suge Knight with a beard. That a motherfucking lie that nigga look like me. I was 6'3, brown eyes, medium built, I have a body full of tattoos, I have dreads that's braided into two braids, a bottom grill with Diamonds, I have a neatly trim beard and a Carmel complexion.

I know I was handsome ass fuck and I'm single too.

   

I really don't talk about my past, but my childhood life was horrible. I was in Foster care since the age 4 I couldn't remember anything about my parents. My foster parents didn't do nothing for me but let me sleep in their house. They got money from the state and couldn't buy me shit.

  I felt like no one cared except for this strange man I met walking to school that day. He would come and talk to me and walk me to school and give me money for clothes and food. One day I went looking for him, cause he was missing in action. That when one of his homie said he died. They said some niggas shot him.

 

I ran away from my foster parents and ask my boy Master can I crash at his place. Until I got on my feet. This dude showed me everything about the drug gang. I did a little bit of that and use my drug money and invested it in my businesses I got now.

    "Man let go see them early, and don't tell her friend we coming I want to surprise Heaven," Master said breaking my thoughts.

   

"Man whatever." I said, waving him off.

 

"I don't want her to know I'm coming," He said.

 

  "Alright son." I told him.

 

  Master thinking about Heaven made me thought about her friend. I can see Tinashe being my future wifey. I can tame her wild ass, all she need is a real nigga to get her right.

 

My phone was ringing in my pocket. It was an unknown number on my caller Id, but a nigga answer anyway.

     

  "Hello, who the fuck this is?" I yelled through the phone

       

"Is that how you answer the phone? The guy on the phone said.

         

"Only to numbers I don't know." I told him.

         

"I see you grew up to be a big timer, I'm proud of you son.

        

"The fuck, who is this?" I rudely asked again.

        

"Who is that son?" Master asked

         

"I'm the guy that walked you to school every day gave your little behind money to eat." The guy said.

      "I thought you was dead?"

       

"It's a lot of stuff, you gonna find out soon, take care of your sister for me. I'm glad y'all two met and don't let Darren break her heart, well got to go bye," he said rushing off the phone before I can say anything.

       

    Man, this been a crazy ass day. Last week I received a yellow envelope in the mail box, inside the envelope it had my birth certificate and pictures of him, my mom when she was pregnant and I when I was a little shorty.  I have so many questions to ask this motherfucker. I tried calling back, but he block my number. Sooner or later I'll get my answers.