D.R.I.P

Chapter 12 (Rashad)

I was in the barbershop when I got the call. My barber saw a picture of Jhene pop up when she was calling. "Damn nigga who's that?!" He questioned. "One of my lil bitches." I told him before answering. "Wassup." I greeted. "Rashad I really need to see you. It's important." She said with worry in her tone.

What did she want to discuss? I knew it wasn't the right time to ask questions. "Let's meet at that private restaurant we went to on our first date around 6. Will that work?" I asked. "See you there." She assured before hanging up.

My barber wouldn't stop goin on about how bad she was. "Nigga let me see her one more time. He said. I handed him the phone. He was swiping through pictures when he accidentally swiped to far and saw one of her nudes. "God Damn! She thick as fuck!" He said. I snatched the phone "Bro watch yaself." I told him.

"Enough about that. I got a lick for you." He told me. "My nigga who work with the Columbian mafia got these pounds of dope he need transported to the east. You tryna get in on that? Nigga it's big money involved. I'm talking 15 racks." He said with confidence.

    The thought of that much money sounded good. "When?" I asked. "Tonight!" He stated. "Tonight?! Nigga I can't go tonight! I got a date with my girl in two hours!" I told him. "Bro I'm sure you can reschedule. I know you don't want to miss this hit" He told me.

    He was right. There's no way I could miss this easy money. How was I gonna cut my date short with Jhene. She didn't like when our time was cut short. She would just have to understand.

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    I met Jhene at the restaurant as promised. It was a fine place. We had to schedule an appointment just to get in. It was a private place. We couldn't be seen together so the setting was perfect.

    Jhene was looking as good as she always did as she sat across from me. She was wearing red lipstick with her hair draped in curls. I could tell she was in an awkward mood though.

    Our food came within 40 minutes. The waitress passed us our plates. I barely had time to enjoy the 50 dollar stake I had purchased. "Baby, dont get mad, but I can't stay. I got a business deal and I can't be late." I told her. She folded her arms with her eyes towards the ceiling. "Take a sip of your wine." I said trying to change her mood. "I can't drink Rashad! I'm pregnant!" She shot.

    Mixed emotions set in. Was she tryna play a game with me? "Jhene don't play games like that." I said. She reached in her Channel clutch purse and handed me a doctors note to show me proof that this wasn't a game. "It's not a game. I'm almost 7 weeks." She said.

I was a little to stressed to deal with this conversation. I felt overwhelmed and it was a lil too much to handle. I stood up from the table. "We'll talk about this later." I said before kissing her forehead and walking away. "Rashad! You just gone walk away?!" She pressed, but I didn't stop. I just kept walking.