LEVELS

Chapter Eight

I ducked my head as a deodorant stick was being thrown my way. Damn. Ima handle Jas ass. She's fucking up my happy home.

"Why do you keep doing this to me Marcus? Damn." Her face was red as tears swelled up in her eyes.
"Kira baby."
"No. No. Shut up. I don't even care for the excuse." She started moving fast grabbing her phone and keys off the nightstand.

Running my hand back through my waves, I had to get control of this situation. Kira was not about to leave me without me trying to convince her otherwise.

Following behind her I grabbed her right arm pulling her back into the bedroom while yelling, "Calm that shit down girl, and listen to what YOUR man has to say. She's nobody to be concerned about Kira. I'm yours. I'm with you. That's just some random that's thirsty and trying to cause some bs between us. Since we went public, they been trying."
She stood back studying my face while holding my hand.
"Marcus, why would she go out of her way to write me though?"
"Kira I just said to cause some bs between us. I don't even know who she is. I might've did a tattoo for her some time back. Or she may want a tattoo. You know they'll try to contact people around me to be booked sooner."
"Marcus your ass better not be lying. I'll just write her back then and see what wants."
"Nah baby. I got it. I don't want clients thinking it's okay to harass people in my circle for appointments. I'll handle this one."
Kira stepped back giving me an unsure look. "Well, on another note I decided to take the job offer here at the Women's Care Center." I smiled at her pulling her into a hug, then kissing her.
"Marcus I'm making this decision because, I want to take things further. Become closer than what we are."
I knew Kira was hinting at marriage. Something I was not even no where near thinking of. Sighing, I held her hands telling her, "We have nothing but time, and we didn't have to rush things."
"Well okay baby. As long as we're on the same page. No more games after today. Get that Jasmina girl in line or I'm done forever." Kira then proceeded to leave, leaving me in my thoughts as I dressed for today.

I arrived at the shop seeing one of my clients were already here. I settled in and set up everything I would need. I, then told Leslie to follow me to my area. Small talk soon began as my uncle and cousin completed a tatto and piercing. More people also were arriving since we did walk-in Wednesdays.

I soon finished Leslie's phoenix tattoo. I shot a quick video to upload to my insta story. Leslie gawked at her tattoo, very satisfied with the outcome. She placed $350 in my hand. I thanked her for giving me a chance and told her to come back if she wanted another soon. As she exited, Carlos entered. I dapped Carlos up, remembering him from around the way. He showed me a picture of what he wanted, and asked if I could add a freestyle touch to it as well. He wanted it to cover his entire arm. I told him upfront it would be a steep $455. He said that was cool with him, then handed me half of it upfront, $227. I insisted he wait until the outcome, however he liked my other work and had faith in me. Time buzzed by with me completing his tattoo a little after the lunch hour. A satisfied Carlos paid me the remaining half and snapped a picture on snapchat mentioning my @ name.

I returned to the main area where unc and cousin were debating. The debate being who does a man truly love, the one he lies to, or tells the truth to?

"Ima lie to my baby every trip, cause I don't want her leaving. That would break me. If I tell a broad the truth ion care too much." I added my input.
Uncle Nape then said, "That's what's wrong with this generation. Get you one woman and be done. Don't be a baby making machine. That's gonna cost your pockets more than you can afford youngblood." I stood quiet for a second before laughing at the one woman part of his speech. Twon did the same.  The conversation continued as we explained we were young and free to live life to the fullest. The subs we ordered arrived and we all had lunch. The later part of the work day was a little exhausting. I did three more tattoos, and two piercings. I walked my last client out, Camilia giving her my number.

I ran back inside grabbing my belongings. Twon did the necessary steps to close down the shop for the day. The last thing was to secure the safe and set the alarm. Finally we were on our way to the gym to unwind from the workday.

Arriving at the gym somewhat early, gave us free range to warm up. Soon, niggas started piling in and forming teams saying who got down next. We had gone three games straight and lost two. I was sweating like hell and pissed. I walked off to get a track on time. I noticed the Camilia chic had texted me. Smirking I hit her back up. Kira texted me saying she'd grabbed groceries and would be making my favorite tonight, lasagna. That's when Jasmina popped up in my head, so I decided to give her ass a call.

Jasmina answered the second time I called with an attitude.
"What nigga? It took for me to write yo bitch to get through to you? This baby ain going nowhere."
"Look. Watch that bitch word and keep moving the way you moving Jasmina you gonna be a single mother forreal."
"So, what you claiming the baby now and admitting you gonna be a deadbeat? It's not my fault you was not honest about your girlfriend. Our baby don't deserve that Marc."
"Stop moving the way you moving and ian gonna say it again Jasmina. Let me handle things. And I want a blood test. You shouldn't be running your mouth when we not even certain."
"Fuck you nigga. I know it's yours, ion sleep with everybody raw." I heard a click indicating she'd hung up. I returned to the court mad as hell. I did fuck her raw a few times and that's what had me scared.

The last two games I played were intense due to me being mad. They kicked me off the court since I kept fouling niggas. I wasn't even mad about not playing no more when I saw that Amira girl sitting in the bleachers. Ima make my move on her today. I just want to have her. I walked up to her just in time as she was heading towards the exit doors.

Like
Vote
Comment

Lordy this nigga just ain't shit y'all.