Page 53 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Head shook his head and stood in place, “I’m not touchin’ that man, fuck that…the folks won’t be at me talkin’ about no DNA and all that other shit they like to throw on niggas.” He told him straight up.
Perfect liked his lil young ass, that was a good answer. They were never touching the shit anyway. “Come let me holla at you, I got a new job for you.” Perfect walked him off to the side and got a little more acquainted with Head. When that was over, he called Rasta so he could get his crew over there to clean up the mess only for Rasta to not answer and call back five minutes later.
“What the fuck do you want Perfect? You pulled a fuckin’ gun out on me tonight and then call me like it’s all good? The fuck you want?” Rasta asked.
“Shut the fuck up, you’ve done way the fuck more to me than I could ever do to you. I got a clean up on 95th…ASAP.” He said before hanging up on him.
Boom walked back inside and couldn’t help but look into Loco’s lifeless eyes. “Damn, homie fucked up foreal.” He shook his head and sat on top of the desk looking at Perfect like he was crazy.
“Nigga…what?” Perfect asked.
“You know you wildin’ right? Like I know all kind of shit eatin’ you up right now, but you can’t let that shit turn you back into somebody you don’t wanna be my nigga.”
Perfect leaned up against the wall and scratched his head with the tip of his gun, he let out a deep breath. “I’m cool man, I’mma be aiight.”
“Aiight now, cause you know you my nigga, I just wanna make sure you good. Keep this shit solid, don’t let it break you.”
“I hear you.” He told his friend while they waited for the clean up crew to get there. Once it was all done, they locked up the spot for the night and bounced.
“I think we should relocate, shit gettin’ to hot over here.” Perfect drove with one hand on the wheel heading back to pick C2 up.
“I don’t think that’s a bad idea, shit, I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Boom replied.
Perfect pulled out his phone and called to check on Brook’Lynn only for her phone to go to voicemail. He figured she turned her phone off, so he called the house phone and didn’t get a response. He didn’t like that shit at all. “Call Yaya real quick and see where she’s at.” He told Boom.
“Why the fuck can’t you call?” He questioned Perfect. “Man, I ain’t tryin’ to deal with that crazy ass girl right now man.”
I don’t have her number in this phone.” He lied.
“A lie just don’t give ah fuck who tell it.” Boom pulled out his phone and called Yaya. He put it on speakerphone.
“What up Ya?” He spoke to her.
“Hey Boom.” She said dryly.
“Damn, you act like it’s pressure just to speak back to a nigga.” He called her out fucking with her a lil bit.
“Nah, I’m actually just kind of busy right now, I’m in the middle of something.” She lied; she was actually right there inthe car with Kema in Brook’Lynn’s neighborhood about to pick up some food.
Boom didn’t expect that shit to make him feel some kind of way, but it did, he automatically assumed she was with a nigga or some shit. “Well tell that nigga give you a few free minutes then cause I know I’m worth that ain’t I? Tell the truth, you suck his dick as good as you did mine?” He asked trying to get up under her skin.
She cleared her throat and had to take a deep breath, “You don’t want a bitch so why does it matter? How can I help you?”
He looked at Perfect waiting for him to say something cause the last thing he wanted to do was argue with YaYa’s ass. “What you want me to tell her man?”
“Ay Ya! I need you to go to the house and check on Brook’Lynn for me, I’m on my way but she ain’t pickin’ up.” Perfect told her.
“Okay, she’s probably sleep but I’m with Kema right now, we actually around the corner from ya’ll house so we can do that. I’ll call you in a few,” she said.
Boom hung up the phone and looked over at Perfect. “These fuckin’ women dude…I swear.”
Perfect chuckled, “Can’t live wit’em, can’t live without’em so might as well not even fuckin’ complain.”
In less than ten minutes, Yaya was calling Perfect on his own phone. “She ain’t here.” She told him. “I used my key to come in cause nobody was answering, her car is here but she ain’t.”
“What the fuck you mean?” He asked confused, where the fuck she go if her car was still home?
“Maybe she called a Uber or some shit. I don’t know, her keys, phone, and purse are all gone but she ain’t here.” Yaya said not thinking much of it as she made her way to the fridge to see what kind of liquor they had in there to drink.
