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The stairwell was quiet for a minute until one of the doors on another floor opened, and we were no longer alone in the stairwell.
“Let’s just go to the apartment so we can talk.”
“Hell no, the apartment that Hov is about to shoot up I’ll pass; I’m going to Ciara’s.”
I started to walk away.
“Alright, but when I’m balling without you, I don’t want to hear I’m not holding you down. I’m trying to give you everything you been wanting from me, but you ready to give it up because you scared. Like, I didn’t think this shit through. The least you could do is hear me out before you just run off.”
Ebony always had a way of getting into my head about some shit. Her and her gift of gab was the reason I was with a girl anyway. My mama is still calling it a phase because she isanother one adamant about me having a baby. She says she has zero faith that Princeton will claim any child he makes. She fears he will be just like his father.
“Whatever, I’ll hear what you have to say, but I’m still not staying in there.”
“Whatever you say. Look, let’s just go inside and talk this shit through.”
Emoney guided me to our apartment door, and knocked three times before the locks started to turn.
“Who the fuck is in our apartment?”
“Elijah and ol’ girl.”
The door swung open.
“Good you here, bro. She complaining like a muthafucka.” Elijah shook his head, and I smelled a woman’s sweet perfume before I hit the corner.
When Cashmier turned around, she looked just as pretty now as she does on her Instagram pictures. The bitch was perfect, tall, smooth skin, perfect eyebrows, and soft flowing curls in her hair. It looked like it was real too. I think she was Trinidadian, but I don’t know. Whatever she is, her being her looked wrong. What the hell were they fucking up to?
“Emoney, I know you don’t think I’m sleeping on this couch that all these people have had their asses on. I thought you were going to have an air mattress here for me.”
“Who is she?”
Cashmier turned her nose up at me.
“This is my wife, Pernelle. She cool. She knows about everything. We can trust her.”
Ebony exaggerated the truth because I’m just as confused as I was when she told me that shit outside in the stairwell.
“Okay, well, what about the mattress? If I’m going to be here for a while, I at least want to sleep comfortably.”
“Alright, we got you, don't worry. Elijah, can you run to the store and get her a mattress? Get some sheets and shit too.”
“Alright. I’ll be back.”
Elijah left out the door, and I rolled my eyes hard as hell because I know he was a part of the reason that Emoney is even going for this shit. She was never this reckless before, but when he got on to the dumb shit, she fell right in line behind him. Two dummies attempting to be hard criminals is a recipe for disaster.
“Now, come in the room, baby please. Cash, let me know if you need anything else.”
“Oh, I will.”
She replied in an irritated tone. We stepped inside the room, and I pushed Emoney down on the bed.
“How the fuck did this shit even come about? Tell me now because I’m ready to get mad disrespectful in here.”
“Alright, let me tell you. So, me and Elijah been running plays all summer jacking niggas and we finally wanted to move on some real money instead of this petty shit we been doing around here.”
“And?”
“And we didn’t want to go after someone like Hov, so we came up with the idea of getting at the weaker link, his girl, who has just as much access to his money. We studied her movements and shit through Facebook. A few nights ago,we attempted to rob her, but she stopped us, offering a bigger prize.”
