Page 39 of On Everything
“Cashmier! Cash!”
I ran through my spot looking for her ass, but she was nowhere to be found. Only a few things were disturbed inside here, like the large picture on the wall knocked to the side, and a lamp shattered on the floor.
“What the fuck you think happened, bruh? You think she left?”
“Not willingly, the fuckin’ door tells it all, bruh.”
When my phone rang again, I saw that it was another call from Cash, and this time I answered shawty with the quickness.
“Cashmier, where the fuck you at? What happened here?”
“Some men came to the house and took me and said they need five hundred grand before they will give me back! They wanted me to tell you to not involve any cops, and that they will be contacting you through a burner phone next. And that if you don’t oblige, they will kill me. Baby, please do what they want.!” Cashmier pleaded over the phone
The fear in her voice was making me boil inside worse than I have been in a while. I may have been ready to end things with her, but she didn’t deserve to be caught up in any of my shit. Them taking Cashmier and coming into my home was the end of their existence as they know it.
It’s going to be war when I find out who did this, but I have to get Cash back safe first. I can’t have her blood on my hands. I mean, I did love her at one point in time.
Chapter 10
Pernelle
“Babe, I told you I would call you when I got ready.”
I walked out of Ciara’s building irritated just that quickly. I hated when Emoney didn’t listen to what I told her. Sometimes I feel like I have a fucking teenage daughter, even with us being the same age. Do studs mature at a slower pace or some shit?
“I know, I just missed your fine ass. Come here.” Emoney pulled me in closer to her body. We started around the corner to our projects, and I was counting down to the moment I could take a shower since I’d been out sweating all day. I remember when I was a kid, going to bed without a bath was easy to me. Now as an adult, I couldn’t get comfortable with all this grit over my body.
“So, did you handle whatever you had going on? Did it have something to do with Elijah and the bullshit he keeps up?”
“Nah, not really.”
She kept it short. When Emoney wasn’t running her mouth to me, I knew it was something that she had no business doing. She was always a good person; she just got lost on her way after graduating high school and not getting that scholarship to play basketball at her dream school, NYU, because of her height. She often joked that if she had my legs, she would be dominating theWNBA right now. Making Caitlyn Clark and Angel Reece look like AAU players.
My baby had big dreams back in the day, growing up in the Bronx just deterred a lot of them and getting hooked up with the wrong crowd didn’t help. I appreciate the money she is making now; I really did, I just wish she was making it legally because I’m not holding shit down if she get locked up. I will probably be on the other line with a nigga when she tries to make her first call from jail.
“Do you want anything from the store? Tell me now P, before we get all the way up these stairs.”
“No, I’m good. I have a pack of Skittles and a Dr. Pepper in the fridge for after my last blunt. That’s if you didn’t touch it.”
“I didn’t.”
She put her hands in the air. She was so damn cute, which is why I ever gave her a chance. In school, she didn’t dress like she does now. Back then, she would rock gym shorts and t-shirts, making it seem like she was just athletic. Nowadays she went completely in, wearing braids, boxers, bottom grills, and everything. I catch people looking at her light skin ass all the time, but I know she’s not going anywhere. It’s just fucked up that as fine as she is, I still can’t keep my mind off getting dick. I want someone to nut in my mouth so bad; I be sucking on sweet and salty peanuts just trying to replicate the taste on my tongue.
I know that I am so hyper-sexual due to my cousin molesting me when I was younger spending the night with his sister. I remember when I told my mama what he did, she went over his house with a belt and whooped him and his mama with it. He ended up going to juvenile, and eventually he did something else to land him in prison. I know if I am ever blessed with kids, I’m not trusting them around no cousins or none ofthat. Shit, when Princeton was a baby, I used to be totally against him staying with any of his friends because of what happened to me. People are sick and those same people have kids that they pass their traits down too.
When I saw Gia Ramerez walking out of our building with her baby at this time of the night, I smacked my lips. Ain’t shit parents were everywhere I turned in Castle Hill.
“Now, why she got that baby out here this late?”
“Probably going to the bodega. Both of them look hungry.”
“Baby, stop.”
I playfully shoved her.
“You know, baby. I can’t wait to see what kind of mother you about to be.”
“About to be? I’m not pregnant, Ebony.”
