Page 33 of Ghetto Heartstrings
In the blink of an eye, Perfect snatched her ass up and had her pinned up against the wall with one hand wrapped around her fucking neck, as he applied a little pressure. His blood was boiling. “Bitch! The fuck is you talking about?” he growled. “My girl ain’t on no bullshit like that, the fuck she gotta rob niggas for? She got bread, I made sure of that.” He squeezed a little tighter.
Bugg tried desperately to remove his hand from around her neck, as she scratched at his hand and wrist while trying to get away but had no luck. “Let me go Perfect!” she yelled, hoping that somebody would wake up and hear her.
He squeezed tighter, looking into her red eyes. “Nah, lil mama, that’s a serious accusation, and if you come up in here on some bullshit like that, then you better have some muthafuckin’ receipts bitch.” He was so mad, his veins popped from his head.
“I do have receipts! Let me go! I can’t breathe!” she cried.
C2 and Boom rushed through the door with sleep still in their eyes, but when they saw what was happening, they immediately moved into action.
“Let her go bro!” C2 pulled Perfect away from her, as she dropped to the ground hysterically crying while grabbing her sore neck.
Boom knew his nigga wouldn’t snap for nothing; that’s why he couldn’t even find it in his heart to console the girl. Perfect rarely got out of character, and when he did, the person deserved it.
“What the fuck happened?” C2 looked up, confused. He didn’t like the look in his brother’s eyes.
Perfect walked over Bugg in disgust but not before telling her, “You got five minutes to show me some fucking proof.”
“Boom, C2… let me holla at ya’ll niggas.” He told them as they followed him to the kitchen, waiting for answers.
It took him a few minutes to update them, and as soon as he was finished, Bugg came walking out slowly with her phone in her hand, looking like a sad ass puppy. Perfect had no sympathy for the girl and neither did C2 or Boom. They didn’t have time for games because if what she said were true, they were about to risk it all and take the first flight smoking the fuck up out of there.
Bugg’s hand trembled as she passed over the phone, so they could look at the pics. What baffled them was the fact that, from what they were looking at, it was true. Bags of money, screenshots with names, and addresses in Brook’Lynn’s handwriting. What Perfect was even more fucked up about was the recording of them all inside of him and Brook’Lynn’s living room with guns and shit covering the table.
He took the whole phone and tossed that shirt so hard into the wall, the whole thing shattered, causing Bugg to jump. The fact that she even had that shit in her phone was incriminating enough. “Fuck!” He yelled in frustration as he walked out not only feeling hurt, but he felt betrayed as well, wondering how the love of his life could turn out to be a snake as soon as he turned his back.
“I’ma go get my shit,” Boom told C2.
“Yeah, let me go wake Maine up and let him know; this shit is a wrap. If they get us, then they get us, but we gotta get to them girls and get this shirt sorted out.”
As soon as they touched done at Miami International, Perfect gave Bugg one more look and shook his head. “You’s just as foul as them. I guess you are who you hang with, huh?” He frowned and walked away.
They refused to tell Maine what was going on, no matter how much he begged or pleaded with them. Now, he was going to have to explain to Rasta why they were back after four months without a legitimate explanation.
“Yo Unc.” C2 wrapped his arm around Maine. “We’ll catch you up soon. Just do me a favor and don’t even call Rasta yet, just this one solid Unc… we just need to figure out some shit.”
Maine was at a loss for words. He knew his nephews were hardheaded, but he couldn’t beat it out of them. He agreed to lay low until they gave him some information. A part of him really didn’t want to know, to be honest. Maine already felt as if his time in the streets had come and gone. He’d done his part and, now that he was older and put in his street credit, he was ready to just relax. He was thinking about possibly moving to Texas or North Carolina… he wasn’t sure yet, anywhere besides Miami.
It was time to leave Rasta, he’d been his right-hand man for the past 25 years; protecting his lies, his foul life, and being loyal to him. In return, Rasta made sure Maine’s family was straight and he had money in his pockets. He felt like he’d truly sold his soul for the price of a dollar. He’d helped Rasta do some foul shit in the past, including covering up his lies, even when it came to how his children were conceived. Maine knew all about Rasta’s lifestyle, but the fact that he loved his nephews kept him around.
Maine patted C2 on his back with a look of distress on his face, as he pulled out a cigarette. C2 quickly snatched it from his hand and threw it on the ground.
“Stop smoking these fucking cancer sticks Unc… we need you around if we ain’t got nobody else.”
Maine popped C2 upside his head. “These dreads must be too tight if you think I’ma let you just snatch my shit out of my hand like that.”
“I’m foreal Unc.” C2 said, as they gave each other pound before embracing in a quick hug.
They went their own ways, so they could figure this shit out before it got back to Rasta. Perfect was beyond pissed, but he needed to think, and he couldn’t do that with a clear mind at the time. He got back home and couldn’t even bring himself to bring his bags in, since he wasn’t sure if he’d be staying there anyway. Brook’Lynn’s car was parked out front, so he knew she was home, but he wasn’t ready to face her, not quite yet. The closer he got to the door, the more his anger took control of him.
“Brook’Lynn!” he yelled through the house. “Where the fuck you at!” he asked with his nostrils flared. He was so angry that he was sure venom dripped from his mouth.
She walked from the back wearing her silk robe and bare and perfectly pedicured toes, and her long, wet hair had curled up since she had freshly washed it when she was in the shower not too long before. Her body smelled like some kind of pear body wash, but the house was warm and welcoming, as the scent of her cinnamon apple plug-ins let him know he was definitely home.
The expression on her face was pure shock as she ran to him. Brook’Lynn was so happy to see her man, she didn’t know what to do. The fact that he was home was a blessing. In her mind, he must’ve had everything all figured out, and now, she wouldn’t have to go through her pregnancy all alone. She kissed all over his face, not even paying attention to his demeanor at first. However, she quickly regrouped when she realized that he wasn’t responding back to her at all. He didn’t even try to gripher ass or hug her back. She swallowed hard and let herself down.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been gone for damn ‘nere four months and you come back acting like you don’t know me?” she snapped, feeling emotional all of a sudden.
“Man… watch out.” He pushed past her and went into the closet, grabbing yet another suitcase, an even bigger one, taking extra shit and stuffing it in there. He was too much of a man to put her out so, instead, he was about to bounce. He’d go live at his other crib, and if the feds came for him, then fuck it cause he was tired of running any damn way.
