Page 31 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Brook’Lynn shook her head. “Nah, that shit is done Yaya. I’m not fucking with it no more. The information that I just found out is serious and I don’t even know if this shit is worth it or not.”
“What you mean?” Yaya asked. “Of course, it is. Them niggas still have all the money they left; we still get to take care of ourselves and live how we want and pay our own bills. Them niggas can’t come back and complain about shit, and speaking of them, I guess you never know how you truly feel about somebody until their gone. I’m not too prideful to admit that I miss my nigga… yeah, I said it. All these niggas out here and don’t none come close to mine. I’m gonna put this pussy on Boom so good, that nigga gonna wanna marry me when we finish.”
“I know the feeling and I’m glad you see now… but still, I’m not feeling the other shit.” Brook’Lynn didn’t bite.
“I know Brook, but you probably just emotional right now. Look, Kema’s calling on the other line. I gotta go, but I’ll see you when you get back. Love you, girl, and pick yo head up, whatever it’s about. Real bitches bend, but we don’t fold.” With that, she hung up the phone.
Brook’Lynn didn’t even have time to dwell on her crazy ass; she had to get her own thoughts together. She kept to herself for the next two days. When she finally made it back and off the plane, she had to head straight to work and deal with her patients. She’d been in a bad funk for the past three days, and she knew she needed to snap back into reality and get her shit together. Everything was in slow motion for her, and she couldn’t wait to get off.
On top of that, she was pissed about not having that phone on her to finally catch Perfect when she was gone, and she still needed to catch up with the crew. Everybody besides Marley because Marley was back to herself and enjoying Wise.
When Brook’Lynn got off work later that day, she was beat, but she had to stop by Yaya and Boom’s crib to link up with the crew real quick. As soon as she stepped foot in the house, she knew she walked into some bullshit. Money was scattered all over the living room and it looked like they hit a bigger lick than the previous two.
“I told ya’ll to leave that shit alone!” Brook’Lynn fussed, stepping right over the money. “And where the fuck is Bugg? Didn’t you tell her that I said this shit was a no go?” she snapped. “Ya’ll are getting greedy as fuck!”
Kema rolled up a fat joint while ignoring the shit out of Brook’Lynn, since she knew that pregnant bitches were super emotional anyway. Besides, she wasn’t in the mood to argue with Brook’Lynn; that was her bitch.
Yaya rolled her eyes and turned the music up a little to the sounds of Remy Ma rapping her verse on thePush Itremix.
“See I grew up in the jets, had to fight for my respect, elevator wasn’t working so we took the pissy steps, I went years without no sex, so you know that pussy wet, and you ain’t a real hustler if you can’t bust a check bitch!”
She continued to count out the money and rap along, before she briefly stopped to hand Brook’Lynn her duffle bag with her share in it. “Bugg went out of town again, and here; this is yours.”
Brook’Lynn looked at how stuffed the bag was and knew that it was a nice chunk of change in there. She thought about it for a second; maybe she was acting like a little bitch and needed to check herself. “So, who ya’ll get?”
“Bugg had us hit up a trap house on the corner of 95thand 17th. We had to stake that bitch out all damn night, like those niggas were booming all night, but as the hype died down and one nigga was left standing, we waited a little more. Well, the last nigga decided he wanted to walk to the gas station and quench his thirst… well, just that quick, we took everything they made for the day. I was shocked they didn’t have somebody coming throughout the day to do pick-ups, but I’m not complaining. It was our lucky day.”
Yaya was so busy talking that she didn’t even realize the uneasiness on Brook’Lynn’s face. Her eyes searched for Kema, who was now on the patio smoking. Brook’Lynn knew that spot; it was right on the tip of her tongue. “Where did you say it was?” she asked again.
Yaya stood up and twirled her hips, still rapping, she paused only to talk to Brook’Lynn. “On 95thand 17thAve,” she said again.
“A brown and white house?” she asked.
“Yeah girl, what’s the deal?”
Brook’Lynn slowly took a seat; she couldn’t breathe all of a sudden. She felt sick, weak, and all the above. For the first time in a long time, she was scared. She knew her dark skin had to have turned sick purple by now, as she imagined the color draining from her face. “Get this fucking money away from me… ya’ll fucked up!” she said weakly.
“Girl, what you talking about?”
Kema was walking back in high as a kite. “Why you look like you saw a ghost Brook’Lynn?”
“Ya’ll rob the wrong fucking niggas; that’s Rasta’s spot,” she broke the news to them.
They both frowned. “Rasta who?” they asked in unison.
She gave them both one dumb ass look. “It’s only one Rasta.”
They caught on to that very quickly. Yaya rushed to the speaker and turned the music down. For the first time, she didn’t even know what to say. Never in a million years had they planned on robbing Brook’Lynn’s father-in-law.
“We gotta find a way to get this shit back!” Kema snapped.
“No shit, Kema, the fuck we supposed to do? Go knock on the door and say ‘here, we robbed you but we wanna bring the money back, please forgive us’… bitch, you’re trying to get us killed with that one. There’s no way that he would know we did it,” Yaya said.
Brook’Lynn found the strength to stand back up, as she shook her now pounding head. “I don’t know what the fuck ya’ll are gonna do, but I don’t want no parts of that shit there,” she said while storming out, leaving them two to figure it out.
The crew had finally foundtime to enjoy themselves. Uncle Maine managed to talk them into landscaping for Mike, and the only reason they even did it was because they never wanted it to look like they felt as though they were better than thou or no flaw shit like that. He had Maine sending the money to an account in Brook’Lynn’s name that she rarely used, but he was hoping that she knew to check the damn account. He didn’t want her spending her own money, and if he knew her like he thought he did, she wouldn’t want to spend the money he left stashed away for her.
After working, they went straight to the beach and lived like some straight island boys for once. Even after the fun was over though, none of those niggas could deny that when it was time to settle down and those walls started talking, they could talk all the shit they wanted about their women, but they missed they asses. Even Boom missed Yaya.
