Page 21 of On Everything
“Yeah, I said I would, didn’t I?”
“You say a lot of things, Hov. I just choose to believe only some of them these days.”
I took a seat on the arm of the sofa, not taking another step towards her. I could feel her temperature from here already.
She stood up from the chair, confirming that dress looked good as hell on her ass as I suspected. Cashmier is probably every nigga in NYC and Jersey’s dream girl. 5’7, beautiful chocolate skin. She was truly a diamond in the rough and I treated her as such. Everything probably started going downhill with us when she said she didn’t want kids. I may be a street nigga at heart, but I wanted a family one day. I need to leave a legacy here like my father did with me. It is only right.
I had mapped my life out perfectly after I reconnected Cashmier at that Louis Vuitton store. I wanted to retire out of the game in ten years in my forties, give all my time to being a family man, all while letting all my businesses run themselves. I planned on keeping my kids away from the streets as a whole. Put them in private schools and show them that our race and culture could be educated too. I didn’t want no son of mine tofollow in my path, because leaving a legacy didn’t mean he had to slang dope like I do.
I was born for this shit, a hustler through and through, but me and Cashmier’s kid I could see being a famous soccer player or some shit. They were just yesterday’s dreams though, because Cashmier said she would never get pregnant. Every day she takes those birth control pills like vitamins and no matter how much I mention kids, she just won't budge.
“What borough where you in today?”
“I was in the Bronx.”
“Oh, Bx.” She bounced her shoulders. I could tell the shit was sarcastic. Cashmier don’t fuck around in the hood nor does she ever want to go there. Her hood is 5thavenue or anywhere the white people have gentrified.
“So, did you get everything done that you needed to in the hood today?”
“Not really. I never do. Just a waste of time, really.”
“So, you wasted your time when you could’ve been here with me? Do you even care when you hurt my feelings, Hov? Will I ever be put first?”
I stood up and stepped past her because I wasn’t about to do this arguing shit.
“Where are you going, Hov! It’s my fucking birthday!”
“And I left twenty bands on the table for you to get whatever the fuck you want, didn't I?”
“That money doesn't matter to me Hov! I wanted for you to care about my birthday for once!”
“Well, I fucking didn't! Is your birthday supposed to stop a multi million dollar drug operation from running? Fuck a birthday!”
Her mouth went silent, and her nose wrinkled up like she was about to cry. I know what that face means. I'm not proud, but I've been the cause of it a lot lately.
Cashmier tried storming past me to our bedroom and I stopped her by grabbing her arm.
“Let me go, Hov.”
She struggled but I am way too strong for her.
“Cashmier, do not walk away from me in the middle of a disagreement. What the fuck is that going to do?”
“Nothing, just like me being everything I can be for you is doing nothing for me either. I get nothing out of this relationship but money and superficial dick.”
“Which you love, so what’s the big fuckin’ deal? Why are you acting like shit hasn’t been this way with us for a long damn time? Your birthday can't change shit.”
She started to shake her head like she was disgusted. Arguing with a woman is never shit I liked to be on. The streets are stressful enough to come home and have your bitch tripping because of one birthday out of all the others that she has had. That's superficial shit.
“You just don’t get it, Hov. Or maybe you don’t want to. Maybe this entire relationship is doomed because you’re just with me because of who my father is.”
“Pssh.”
I laughed at her ass because that part was quite comical.
“You know it’s true, Hov. My father could be the next Mayor of New York City, and you would die to have that type of power at your disposal. I guess if he loses the election, then you will leave me.”
I stepped closer to her face, putting not even an inch between her nose and my chest. Though her statement had some truth in it, she still failed to realize I move how I want to, and no political position will ever be more important than mine in the streets. I'm Hov. I run this fuckin city.
