Page 8 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Yo, on the real, Rasta, watch your fucking mouth,” C2 warned.
Perfect tried to diffuse the situation; he wasn’t about to explain his life to Rasta. Truth was, they actually did a lot of good shit with their money too, including the battered women’s and children’s shelter that they were having built right in the heart of Liberty City. They had their own plans to go legit; Rasta didn’t know shit. “Ya’ll gotta chill, all this aggressive shit won’t get us nowhere.”
Rasta took a deep breath and sat back down. “Look, what I’m trying to tell ya’ll is… ya’ll gotta go, get the fuck out of the states for two to three years unless you’re damn sure going down. The Feds are on ya’ll ass and I can’t make this shit go away, as long as you two are in their presence. I’m warning you, get the fuck out and lay low. Take your crew with you. I have some shit set up for ya’ll in the Virgin Islands and don’t even think about flying. I set it up for a helicopter to transport ya’ll. Compliments of one of my good friends.”
“WHAT?!” they both blurt out in unison.
This was what Perfect had been trying to avoid. This was the same shit Boom had already given him the heads up about and he was trying to avoid it. “Rasta! I just got engaged; man, how the fuck am I supposed to tell my girl this shit? I’m supposed to tell her I gotta leave for three years, huh?” His heart tore, feeling like he was letting her down already.
His only reply was, “If she loves you, she’ll understand.” With that, he stood up to walk away. “You have 72 hours to get shit in order. I’ll call you both tomorrow.” He walked out, slamming the door.
For the first time, C2 was actually at a loss for words, as he and Perfect stood up with Perfect pulling out his phone. “Boom, I just hollered at Rasta; get the crew and meet me and C2 at the spot. It’s time to make moves,” he said, hanging up.
They walked out, both in their own thoughts while wondering the same thing. How were they supposed to tell thegirls? They knew all kind of shit came with the lifestyle, so they didn’t have a choice but to deal with it. It was the girls that they didn’t want to suffer.
“Well,Ms. Walters, I normally don’t do this, but you’ve been so great and impressive during this interview; I’d be pleased to have you aboard. You have the job.” The director of nursing, Mrs. Pollard extended her pale hand to shake Brook’Lynn’s and welcome her aboard. “Of course, you’ll have to sign the documents and proceed with everything else, but in the meantime, if all goes through well… I want you to be confident knowing that we want you here,” she assured her.
Brook’Lynn was so ecstatic she could’ve run up out of there screaming, but she held it together. Standing there in her soft brown pencil skirt with the matching blazer and butter soft silk blouse, she thanked her. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Pollard. I promise, I’ll try to be the best nurse that I could be.” She smiled. Her long hair was pulled up in a bun and her dark skin glowed. She looked very professional.
After parting ways with Mrs. Pollard, Brook’Lynn skipped on out of there until she reached her white Range Rover Sport.Connecting her ass with the cocaine white leather seats, she pulled those funny looking reading glasses off and tossed them in the glove compartment. Next, she untied her bun and let her shit hang again, as she used one hand to massage her scalp. Pulling the visor down, she examined herself and removed the tight blazer, only rocking her blouse.
When she was comfortable again, she pulled off and headed home, so she could tell Perfect the good news. On the way there, she blasted her music as she whipped through the streets, bopping her head and singing along with the lyrics to Migos’Bad and Boujee:
She pulled up to the liquor store, turned the car off, and ran inside to grab a bottle of wine. She was prepared to go home, cook a feast, and fuck the shit out of her man in celebration of her new position. Brook’Lynn felt blessed beyond measures. She was twenty-three years old, she’d passed her state board, graduated, got engaged, and now she was hired. She couldn’t thank God enough for her countless blessing. When she finally made it home, she was surprised to see that Perfect’s car was there. The sun was setting, and she was anxious to get inside; his ass was never home this early. She tried to grab all her belongings and answer the phone at the same time.
“What Yaya? Talk fast because I have a handful and I have to go.” She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder, while rushing to the trunk to get her stuff.
It sounded like Yaya was crying, which was unusual because she always had an attitude, which was the reason she always had so many problems. Yaya was pretty as hell, but her attitude sucked and her greed for the dollar bill was going to get her fucked up one day. Brook’Lynn just knew Billy Badass wasn’t on her line shedding tears. “Brook,” she sniffed before her phone started fading out.
Brook’Lynn frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked, giving her, her undivided attention now. “Your phone is fading out, you sound muffled,” she told her, trying desperately to make out what she was saying. Brook’Lynn figured that maybe Boom did some shit to piss her off to the max.
“I’m in the elevator, I’ll call you ba…” Yaya was trying to say before the call completely dropped disconnecting them.
Brook’Lynn sighed and threw the phone back in her Louis Vuitton purse. She locked her car and headed inside the house with her wine in her hand. To her surprise, the lights were dim, and the aroma of food filled the air. Perfect stood off to the side wearing a simple button-down Polo and a pair of black 501 Levi jeans. A pair of Yeezy’s were on his feet and his chain glistened from his neck. In the living room, there was a full body masseuse, or female massager, waiting with an entire set up to take care of Brook’Lynn.
Brook’Lynn smiled from ear to ear, wondering how she got so lucky? Her daddy could call Perfect all the hoodlums that he wanted, but he was the man of her dreams. “Baeeee, what’s all of this?” She reached up on her tippy toes to kiss him. “I was coming home to surprise you and you done gone and surprised me.” She blushed as butterflies filled her stomach. “Guess what?”
“What happened?” He pulled her close, feeling like he never wanted to let her go. The fact that this was the night he was about to tell her that he had to leave her; he felt like he never wanted to let her go.
“I got that job!” she beamed. “Nurse Walters is in full affect.”
Perfect was super proud of her. He took his fist and pounded it against hers. “Nigga, we made it,” he said, causing her to laugh. “But nah, seriously ma, I’m proud of you, baby.”
“And I’m proud of us,” she replied.
Grabbing her hand, he led her to their bedroom. “Get comfortable and come back out to get your massage. I’ma let you have some ‘me time’ right now and then we’ll eat together,” he told her, rushing to get out of there. Looking in her eyes was killing him, literally.
Brook’Lynn felt like something was off, but she ignored it; it was something about the look in his glossy eyes. On top of that, he was super high, and he only did that when he had some shit on his mind. Deciding to push any negative thoughts back, she took a quick shower and threw on a robe, so she could go get her massage. Yaya and Kema both were now blowing her phone up back-to-back, but she’d have to get back to them later. Right now, she was about to enjoy her night.
Her massage was literally everything; she had no idea that she had all those stress knots in her back, but it felt damn good to get them rubbed out. The entire time, Perfect sat on the couch and watched the masseuse kneed her fingers into Brook’Lynn’s naked backside. When she massaged her ass, that shit turned him on.
He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out. He started to ignore the call, but it was Rasta. “Yo,” he answered.
“You better learn to address me better than that Perfect. What’s ya progress?” he asked in his deep voice.
Perfect made sure to keep his voice lowered when he replied because he didn’t want to alarm Brook’Lynn and fuck up her massage that she looked like she was enjoying way too much. “Look, I’m breaking the news to my girl tonight, aiight? Damn, let up man. I’ll call you later,” he said, hanging up.
He was glad he hung up when he did because if he knew Brook’Lynn like he thought he did, from the look on her face and from the way she was biting her lip as she got her plump ass massaged, she was about to cum.
