Page 51 of On Everything
“No, not since last night. He and I went to the gun range and then he dropped me off here.”
She sat back up on the couch instantly. Pernelle knew how terrified I was of guns or weapons of any matter.
“Wait, your scary ass went to the gun range?”
“Yes, I have a gun now too.”
“What! Is this nigga changing you already?”
“Well, not in a bad way. I need protection since I will be here by myself.”
“Chile, I’m scared of you. My bitch preparing for her role.”
“Girl, I felt such a rush when he was teaching me how to shoot and be confident with it in my hand.”
“Good thing your new man has plenty.”
She made me roll my eyes. This girl was worse than Hov referring to him as my man already.
Knock knock.
I hurried towards my front door when I heard the knocking. Expecting it to be Hov, I was disappointed when I opened the door and saw Emoney standing in front of me in some oversized gym shorts, a white muscle shirt, and a durag.
“Yo, is Pernelle over here?”
“Yeah, she in here.” I stepped to the side to let her in.
Her head was on a swivel looking from side to side at the new furniture and other fixings in my apartment.
“Damn, Ciara. You hit the lottery or some shit?”
“Kinda.” I kept it short as she admired everything.
“Don’t come in here making small talk when I’m about to beat your ass. Where the fuck you been?” Pernelle stood up from the couch.
“Chill baby, I was out making money and I left my phone at home in some of my pockets.”
“Yeah fuckin right.”
“I swear. I wouldn’t lie to you, and you know I damn sure wouldn’t cheat.”
Pernelle just shook her head from side to side in response.
“So baby, let’s go home, get dressed, and go eat some brunch at Brooklyn Beso or some shit.”
“That high ass place Emoney?”
“Yeah, that high ass place. I told you I was out making money last night. Good fuckin money?”
Emoney chuckled pulling out a wad of cash from her pocket and I shook my head not making a comment because that’s not my relationship. Pernelle was always calling me love after lockup but that’s going to be her soon if Emoney doesn’t find a real fuckin job.
“Damn baby, how much is this.”
“Enough. Enough to go eat brunch, get your hair done, your nails, get us a car and a new penthouse or something.”
Pernelle had heard enough and started jumping up and down clapping because shit was now good between them.
Once those two started kissing, I went back into my fridge to grab my milk. It’s funny to see how much money changes the way bitches accept things. Just five minutes ago she was ready to kill her. Now she’s about to go have brunch.
