Page 35 of Ghetto Heartstrings
The nigga was so mad, he walked right past him and straight in the house. Perfect knew that he didn’t want to talk, so he was gonna give him a minute. Not only was C2 pissed, he was also hurt. He knew that C2 really didn’t wanna put Kema out like that.
“I don’t know why you all that pissed about niggas calling and shit, didn’t you say you wasn’t trippin’?” Perfect asked, taking two bites out of his eggroll before it was gone.
“That ain’t the fucking point. Deep down inside, I was hoping that she would actually do the right thing, especially since I’ddone so much for her ass. The robbing niggas and shit really put the icing on the cake. Who the fuck these girls think they are, them bitches from ‘Set It Off’? Cause if so, somebody needs to remind they muthafuckin’ asses that it was just a movie.”
Perfect shrugged. “I don’t even fuckin’ know bro.” He looked down at his ringing phone and powered it off; Brook’Lynn had called him fifty million times already. One thing about it, if a nigga ignores one call, he’d ignore the rest wasn’t no need to keep calling cause he saw the first call. He was where he wanted to be, so he wasn’t calling back.
“I turned my shit off too,” C2 said, finally standing up. “Let me get one of these eggrolls.” He snatched one up and gobbled it down. “So, what next?”
“We clear this shit up,” Perfect replied. “Give these niggas back their bread. I’ll just tell them we found out who did it and handled shit. I’ll never give up my bitch… period. If a nigga fucks with her, they families better have a life insurance policy on em cause I’m not playin’ no games.”
C2 sighed. “I feel you.” He wrapped his dreads up at the top of his head. He wasn’t about to mention shit about Kema either. Niggas would act like they’d forgive quick but be lowkey plotting in the background. Next thing you know, all they ass come up missing.
Out of nowhere, he thought about Marley and couldn’t believe that their wild asses had turned that little nerdish ass girl out. “You know what? I’ma call and see what’s up with Boom.”
Boom answered on the first ring. “Open the door!” he said.
Perfect hung up and chuckled. “Nigga already outside,” he told C2.
He opened the door and was shocked to see Boom was scratched the fuck up on his neck and arms. “Yo, I promise, it took everything in me not to put hands on that crazy ass girl. How the fuck she beat me getting mad, and she the one on somebullshit? On top of that, she didn’t have shit to give back, or maybe she just refused,” he said, dropping the bag of money by the front door. “This shit came out of my own money. I can’t let nothing happen to the bitch, but she fucked up. It’s over for her, I don’t even want her ass back. I’ma do this solid on her behalf and that’s it. Fuck that shit! I don’t have time for the extra fucking headache.” He sat on the couch and then laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“I’m not even worried bout Shaw and Love… that shit is gonna go smooth, but I just wonder if Rasta knows,” Perfect said.
Boom looked over to Perfect. “He knows we back?”
Perfect shrugged. “Shit, he probably do. I’m sure whoever he has on the Island done told him already but knowing him, he’s just waiting for us to make that first call.”
“Fuck it, we have a few hours to get this shit in order, so tomorrow, just be ready,” C2 replied, now fixing him a plate of fried rice. “You want some of this shit Boom? Or you wanna go bandage yourself up cause, from the looks of it, you got fucked up.”
“Fuck you,” Boom mumbled. Yaya was lucky he didn’t hit women because he would’ve took her ass right the fuck up outta there.
“C2, is Bugg still at yo spot?” Perfect asked.
He frowned. “Fuck no, told her ass to give me back my keys before we left the airport. Told her I needed to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“Aiight.”
“But check it, you never told us what the fuck she was doing in yo room half naked. Shit, she half naked and you in a towel… I don’t know about that shit,” C2 said. “Did you fuck her or not?” C2 asked.
That caused Boom to look up as well. Now, Perfect had four sets of eyes glued to him.
“Nah… so this what happened.” Perfect took a seat and told them the story.
It took Perfect a couple of days to fix the shit with Shaw and Love and get them niggas back their money, and while they had a lot of questions, they were grateful to see that bread and even more grateful that Perfect them acted on the shit immediately.
“Yo, if you need anything and I mean anything, my nigga, let me know,” Shaw said as him and Shaw gave each other pound. “And tell them lil niggas who took my shit I’ma bust they head to the white meat they try that shit again. Shit nigga, me and my soldiers been on extra point since that shit happened.”
“I feel you,” Perfect chuckled. “Ain’t no problem man.”
“What ya’ll gon’ do bout them boys?” Shaw asked. “Shit, I heard they was after ya’ll, that’s why ya’ll bounced.”
Perfect shrugged. “I really don’t know shit anymore, to be honest with you, but I’ma find out.” He told Shaw the truth, especially since he’d received a weird ass text message from Brook’Lynn earlier that morning about nobody really being after them and not to trust Rasta. He was dreading going to see her face to face again, but he knew he had to do it. In a sense, he believed her.
“Well, I’ll tell you this. I don’t know who the source is, but one thing about it, when them niggas want you, they comin’ no matter where you at… shit, if they did, I doubt you’d be here withme right now. They don’t play. Shit, you can run, but you can’t hide,” said Shaw.
Perfect had already been feeling like maybe that was all some bullshit just to get them away, but the real question was why? “Look, I’ma holla at you about that. I gotta handle this lil business real quick.”
“Aiight… one.” Shaw replied and walked back inside of his house.
