Page 20 of On Everything
“You know I should kill you for scaring her, Markelle, but getting rid of your body would be too much work for me tonight, and I’m ready to go home and relax. But-”
I put my mouth up to his ear.
“If I ever hear about a nigga named Markelle pulling jack moves again, I’m going to personally deliver a bullet to your mama’s doorsteps. Tell a soul that I just beat your ass and I’ll do worse.”
I stood from the ground and walked away from him, knowing that his heat was in my back pocket. That nigga couldn’t stand and do shit to me because I’m sure he had a broken rib or two. That’s the consequences you get when you dealing with a nigga who will die about shit that’s his.
I took off towards my car about a block before I stopped a taxi coming up the street. I didn’t fuck with that Uber shit because raising a finger and getting a ride was so much easier. A lot of this new age shit I’m just not with, and that is the difference between me and Cashmier stuck up ass.
I jumped in the cab and the driver looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“Castle Hill projects up the street.”
He nodded his head, and the meter started to run when he put his foot on the gas. My phone was now full of missed calls from several people, but the name I saw the most was Cashmier’s. She been on my ass all day because it’s her birthday and she hasn’t saw me since I fucked her ass good this morning and set twenty thousand dollars on the table for her to spend. I don’t know why she fussing because Cash knows I am not a nigga who goes out to fancy fuckin’ restaurants, to spend thousands of dollars. Cashmier however felt that since I have money that we should be doing that kind of shit and change whoI am. I continuously tell her right game, wrong nigga, but her sheltered ass is still spoiled rotten. So rotten that I’m ready to move past this shit. I have never been the kind of man to hold on to shit I don't need. When you become baggage to me, I drop the load. It’s just that fuckin’ simple.
When the taxi came to a stop in front of the building, I paid with the black card and then stepped out of the car.
I was about to run upstairs and check on Ciara when my phone rang before I could start across the street.
Cashmier.
I sucked my teeth and shook my head. I knew I needed to answer her, or she was going to be calling back again and again while I’m in Ciara’s presence. Crew once told me he would’ve been taken Cashmier out to the pasture and put a bullet in her as much as she bothers me. Nigga legit looks at hoes as cattle. Crazy ass nigga.
“Yeah?” I answered the phone.
“Where are you at, Hov?”
“I’m in the streets, taking care of shit.”
“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t be out late all night tonight.”
“I told you I had to be at the trap because money was looking funny around there. You don’t remember that conversation?”
“I do, I just thought because it’s my birthday that you would come home and at least spend some time with me. I haven’t saw you since this morning and I miss your ass. You know you are the greatest gift that I could get today.”
Cashmier was a firecracker to everyone in the world except me. She knew that smart mouth, high sadity shit wouldn’t flywith a nigga like me. I give her ass everything she wants and the dick she acts like she can’t live without. For all that, she puts up with my neglect and lack of emotions. Though she put up with it, I still had to hear backlash about the shit from time to time. She was still a strong, black, educated female, even though she was weak for me.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute, Cash.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, why did you exhale like that?”
“Because I’ve had a long ass day. Let me get off the phone though. I’ll be there soon.”
I hung up, placing my phone in my pocket. My visit to Ciara would have to be at a later time so I can go home and deal with this bitch.
When I arrived at my penthouse building, I parked in the garage on the penthouse floor next to Cashmier’s car.
Her Mercedes Truck barely moves because most of the time she calls a car service to take her around the city. I put in the code at the entry door, came out on the 7thfloor, and took the elevator straight up to my floor. The fresh ass smell in the hallway always made me feel at home. I wasn’t here as much as I should be, but I am at my most peace up here sixteen stories in the sky.
When I opened my large penthouse door, the entire threshold shook when I shut the door. I walked into the living room and spotted Cashmier in the dining room through thepillars that separated the two rooms. I could see from here that she’d set up the dining room to look fancy on some shit. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head, and I’m sure she had her eyebrows and shit drawn on to look perfect. The dress she wore looked black and tight while she was sitting, so I know it was fire on her. Just because I fell out of love with Cashmier didn’t mean she doesn’t look good. Cashmier is one of the prettiest women I ever seen in my life and that's not because we were together.
I didn’t announce myself. She just turned over her shoulder when she heard my keys hit the table.
“You came back. Wow.”
