Page 30 of On Everything
“Oh, so you know what type of shit she likes? What she likes to do?”
“Not much shit. I know she works at the assistance center, and I know she likes to take care of plants and shit. She’s always watering and singing to the ones in her room. Her birthday should be coming up too. It's on the 8thI think.”
“Alright, bet. Get your ass home at a good time tonight, nigga. I can sense some dangerous shit happening tonight.”
“Alright, one.”
Once I decided it was time to go, I looked over the park to see if I could spot Ciara anywhere. I walked off, searching high and low through the crowd for her to give her a ride home. Eventually, my search led me to run into Carl Davis, or Councilman Davis, Cashmier Pops. Of course, this nigga was out here hustling, or should I call it politicking.
Carl mentoring me is how I first met his daughter. I was crushing on her way before I got her, seeing peeps of her at his Manhattan penthouse he would invite us to. Me, Crew, and a few other niggas from the center we went to in the summer were put into mentorship programs. I just happened to be selected by the most powerful nigga on the list. Carl wasn’t a big player in the political game back then, but he was on the rise. Today he did everything he said he would during those mentorship meetings. That’s why I know him becoming Mayor won’t be hard for him because Carl got what he wanted too. That’s why I gave the nigga respect besides him being my father in-law.
At first, Councilman Davis tried telling Cashmier she was too good for me, even though I was under his wing my whole life. He wanted Cashmier to marry a prince in some country or some high-paid athlete that would marry her and convince her to have kids. Cashmier didn’t care about any of that once I got a chance to fuck her and show her what that gutta dick feel like. After that, she started to sneak out of the city with me and fuck with me on the low because her daddy knew everyone, and everyone knew me. It wasn’t until my money started doubling and quadrupling, and I took the tab off of him for her very expensive habits, that he was okay with his protégé being with his daughter. The money I spent on her, plus donating to his mayor campaign, made me good enough for his precious little girl. I can’t say I blame him for being protective though. I will probably be the same way over my little girl if I had one.
Carl was always dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt accompanied with a tie no matter the weather. Last Thanksgiving he tried to convince me to start wearing ties since I’m a businessman. He liked to ignore the fact that my business is in the streets.
“Jehovah.”
“Come on, Carl, you know I go by Hov. What the hell you doing out here?”
“Campaigning, son. I’m glad that I ran into you.”
“Oh, what you looking for me for?”
“Well, I needed to talk to you about giving another donation to the mayoral campaign. If I want to win this election in a year, then I have to get my name out there now to start swinging voters.”
He stopped talking because I guess he figured I had a response. I adjusted the weight on my feet, but words never left my mouth.
“Anyway, a way to do that now is a billboard in Times Square. Now there are restrictions on what the billboard can say, but the ad my team has created will bypass them all. With it being summertime, I know the traffic will be heavy.”
“Yeah, heavy with tourists. Not people who can actually vote for you.”
“Not all will be able to vote, but thousands a day will. People will have their visiting family members and relatives out and about through the city. Fifty bands over a month for thirty thousand new voters sounds good to me. So, what do you think?”
“I mean, I think it could help, but I’m not sure if I can. Shit, I’ve given you close to three hundred grand on this shit since thebeginning of the year. I can’t go broke trying to get you in that mayor’s seat.”
“And you won’t be broke. You will never be broke again a day in your life if I’m mayor. You know all the things I talked about doing to help you. You’re my protégé, my soon to be son in-law. I want you and princess to live a wonderful life. Help me to help you.”
I shook my head because I really didn’t know what to say to this nigga. He was always good at convincing me of shit when I was younger, but now that I’m a man, I have a mind for myself. If I don’t want to do something, I’m not going to do it. I don’t give a fuck who you are, or who you are related too.
“We will see, Carl, but I can’t make any promises. I’m going to go ahead and get out of here though. It’s crazy out here.”
“I agree.”
We slapped hands and he pulled me in for a one arm hug. At that moment, glancing over his shoulder, I made eye contact with Ciara walking down the sidewalk. She smirked at me and then waved before turning her head and continuing about her business. I was now watching her like a hawk because the next nigga to come up in her face, I’m knocking the fuck out. I’m jealous over mine and I admit I get tender over bitches. Don’t touch them, don’t talk to them, and fucking them is a suicide mission.
When Carl finally walked away, I turned back to Crew.
“I’m going to leave here to handle some business nearby, but let me know if you need anything from me.”
“Alright, bet. Safety nigga.”
“The world better be safe because I’m out here.”
Crew and I slapped hands and then he went on his way.
I walked away from him looking around to find where Ciara just went, but just that quick, she had disappeared. With all these loud ass people, engines, and music blasting, I know that finding her out here will be a hassle. I don’t know why I didn’t think to get her number. Next time I see her, I’m snatching her phone and calling mine with it.
“Bye H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A.”
