Page 11 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Brook’Lynn spoke her mind. “Is Yaya still running that little click?” She asked, referring to the ring of ladies that Yaya ran around with, traveling and setting niggas up to get that bread.
Kema laughed. “You didn’t even have to ask me no shit like that. That crazy bitch ah fuck for a buck in a minute.”
Brook’Lynn sucked her teeth. “You too, Kema. I don’t know why you laughing.”
Kema wasn’t tripping; she stood up to get her a drink with her ass bouncing with every step. Grabbing a bottle of Peach Cîroc, she took the bottle to her head and took a big swallow. “That was in my stripping days, that shit is over with…” then she thought about it. “Maybe I’ll just go back to dancing and stack up, so I won’t have to spend C2’s money.”
“He don’t want you back in the club,” Brook’Lynn reminded her.
She sucked her teeth. “I didn’t want that nigga to leave either, but he did. God didn’t want Eve to eat that apple, but she did. Hell, Holyfield didn’t want Mike Tyson to bite his fucking ear off in that ring, but he did.”
For the first time, Brook’Lynn laughed. “Bitch, you’re sick. I get the damn point okay.”
They were both distracted by the knock on the door before they got the chance to say anything else. Kema gave Brook’Lynna knowing look. They both made sure their burners were on them, although they never had to use them. It was just a safety precaution, especially when they were out alone.
Kema checked the peephole and relaxed when she saw Yaya standing there looking all pretty and shit, like nothing was going on. She unlocked the door and walked away to sit back down.
Yaya walked in, trying not to look unbothered, although they saw right through that shit. She could talk all the shit she wanted about Boom. At the end of the day, she was the dumb one trying to hide her feelings. “What ya’ll hoes sitting here looking all crazy for? Cause them niggas is gone? Life don’t stop baby.” She grabbed the bottle and helped herself to a swig. “What’s up with ya’ll? We can get our own paper.”
Brook’Lynn was sick of the bullshit. “Trick, this isn’t all about the money. I would take my nigga over any amount of money.”
“Yeah, it sound good,” Yaya smirked.
Kema decided to chime in. “Yaya, you still running that little circle?” she asked.
Yaya pulled her boots off and sat them next to her. “I mean, I slowed down because I had Boom. On top of that, shit got dry up the road; I need new targets. I also need some new faces; them bitches I had was getting weak on me,” she said. Just from looking at the innocence on Yaya’s face, along with her beauty, one would’ve never thought that she was as lowdown as she was.
Kema licked her lips and rubbed her hands together.
“Why?” Yaya frowned.
Kema ignored her and spoke to Brook’Lynn instead. “Brook, don’t you know who all of Perfect’s big fish are?”
Brook’Lynn stood up and put her sweater back on. “Fuck ya’ll… I’m not doing that shit. I can’t put ya’ll on that nigga’s friends, ya’ll crazy,” she said, grabbing her keys.
Yaya thought about it, and since Boom didn’t leave her shit besides peanuts, she needed the come up. The only way he wasgoing to give her access to any extra money was when he felt like the stash he left was running low. He was so good with finances he knew exactly what everything cost by the dime. He also knew her spending habits, so he knew how much to leave out for that as well. He wasn’t a dumb nigga he knew Yaya was greedy. “That’s not a bad idea, and you wouldn’t directly be involved.”
“Fuck no… erase that shit from your plump ass head Yaya,” Brook’Lynn replied.
“Girl, bye.” Yaya waved her off. “That ain’t the only thing plump.” She looked down at her pussy print in her tights.
Kema and Brook’Lynn both just shook their heads.
“Well, come on Brook… you want to flip the money, so he don’t ever have to get back in the game? Or you want him to come home to the same shit he left to?” Kema asked.
Brook’Lynn thought about it. “Kema, what would be your motive?” she asked.
“Simple, I came out the strip club; the power of the dollar is in my blood.” She shrugged.
“So, you don’t love C2?” she asked.
Kema swallowed hard. “I do,” she answered, but in the back of her mind, she fought with herself.I just love money more.
“And you, Yaya?” Brook’Lynn asked.
“I don’t have time to be faking it. Do I love Boom? Yes, but with or without him… I gotta eat.”
Brook’Lynn looked into the faces of her friends and realized that she was the only one that could actually be considered a rider. However, to each its own. Let the games begin.
