Page 28 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree
With a smile on my face, I watched both teams run out onto the field. I pulled out my camera and decided to do a little vlogging. It had been two days since Brianna went back home and the day before, when Brasi wasn’t sexing me crazy, we were filming content for his channel. He was finally up to 1,360 subscribers, and his first video had almost 2,000 views. He also had enough followers on Tik Tok to monetize his account. I keptassuring him that passive income would come in handy once he started school.
My phone vibrated, and I grabbed it out of my purse. My mom had texted me and when I opened the message, I saw a mugshot. The person in the mugshot looked exactly like me. But of course, it wasn’t me. I read the charges. Possession with intent to sell and distribute narcotics. Trafficking more than three ounces of cocaine. My jaw slacked while I almost felt sorry for her. In the photo, Autumn’s eyes held so much sadness and pain that it was hard to look at it. For just a brief moment, I forgot all the things she’d said and done to me over the years. I still wasn’t going to talk to her but in hindsight, the things she did wasn’t bad enough that I would wish prison on her. More than likely, she was moving or holding something for a nigga.
Her bond wasn’t super high, but I wasn’t getting her out. Autumn was so spiteful and vindictive that she probably wouldn’t even appreciate it. I texted my mom and asked her how she felt. She responded with of course she was upset, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. My mother had gotten the promotion at work, and I had started giving her money monthly, but I doubted she could afford to bail Autumn out. I tried to focus on the game, but a million thoughts were swirling around in my head. I wasn’t shocked by the charges but a big part of me wished that Autumn wasn’t the way she was.
“Alright number thirty-three!” I yelled as loudly as I could. One of the players on the team we sponsored how just scored a mean touchdown.
I let myself become lost in the game. The team sponsored by the Barbies won. The boys from both teams wanted to take pictures in front of the cars, so we let them. I used the camera that I vlogged with and told them if they gave their parents my email address and had them to message me, I’d send them the pictures.
“Can I get a picture with your car next?” a deep voice that I recognized all too well called out.
Blushing, I smiled at Brasi like I hadn’t seen him earlier that morning.
“I didn’t know you were out here.”
“I got out here about two minutes after the game started. You were sitting with your girls, so I didn’t want to bother you.”
“I don’t mind being bothered by you.”
“Word?” Brasi peered into my eyes with a look on his face that had me moist in a matter of seconds.
“Word.”
He parted his lips to speak but before any words came out, his brows furrowed. I followed his line of vision to see what he was looking at, and I saw Nice. He was surrounded by flunkies, and he looked terrible. I wasn’t sure if he was growing his hair out or if he just hadn’t had a chance to get a haircut. He had on an outfit that I’d seen him in before, and that was a surprise because he usually blew a bag on an outfit and a pair of shoes before he went anywhere.
I knew that Brasi would never be able to look at him without thinking about what he’d done. “You okay?” I asked, and he glared at Nice for a few seconds longer before he gave me his attention.
“Yeah, I’m good. How long you gonna be out here?”
“Probably just another thirty minutes or so then I’m going home.”
“Bet. I’ll see you later on.”
Before I could finish my prayer hoping that Brasi kept his temper in check, my phone began to vibrate again. The number on the screen wasn’t saved, but it didn’t have to be. I knew the number was from the county jail, and the only person that could be calling me was Autumn. I damn sure wasn’t interested in answering. I didn’t have a thing for her.
CHAPTER 14
BRASI
I had cometo the game to support the kids. Seeing Nice pissed me off, but knowing that I had robbed his ass and hit him a few times was enough to keep me calm. Even if I wasn’t calm, I would have left before I cut up in front of kids. After I walked away from Aubree, I heard Nice talking to a group of young cats.
“When I find out who robbed me, it’s up. I’m not sparing any fucking body. Put the word out. If anybody finds out who it was for me, I’ll put some money in your pocket.”
Smirking, I walked past. I really gave no fucks if he found out it was me or not. The only thing Nice could ever do was be glad that I let him live. Something that he failed to let my brother do. I wasn’t sure that he noticed me, but I didn’t care whether he did or not. I wasn’t going over to speak to him. I found Cook and a few guys we used to play ball with before I went away.
They were talking about the Diamond Cove Knights and their schedule. Diamond Cove’s NBA team was one of my favorites easy. I planned to hit a few of the home games for sure. I still had six years to make up for. Spending the day with Brianna made me realize that I was ready for some real grown up shit. I wanted a wife and kids. I didn’t want mad baby mamas and kids living in different houses. I wanted my children to be smart, well-mannered, and happy. Not even a coward like Nice was worth me losing my freedom again. I had a life to live and a legacy to leave.
From across the park, I watched Aubree laugh and talk with the members of her car club. If I was going to marry anybody, it would for sure be her. I would give it a couple more months before I went ring shopping. Once we were married and I had at least completed my first year of college, I was going to put a baby in her ass. I wouldn’t even be mad at twins.
Aubree had me in such a zone that I didn’t notice Connie until she was right up on me. “Well at least I know you’re alive,” she stated sarcastically.
Silly me, I felt that not responding to her calls and text messages would make her get the hint, but I guess it didn’t. It baffled me why women couldn’t leave well enough alone. The last thing I wanted to do was tell Connie her pussy was trash, and I had linked with my ex and was now in a relationship. I never promised to be exclusive with her when I got home anyway. All we’d ever discussed was having sex once I was free. I made it very clear to her that I didn’t want to move in with a woman or be tied down right away. Honestly, I never expected to get back with Aubree. It came out of left field for me too. Connie wouldn’t believe that though.
“Yeah, I’m alive. My bad yo. I know it’s inconsiderate and lame, but I just been on some other shit.” I was trying my best to be vague.
“What does on some other shit mean?”
“You know when I came home, I told you my main focus was going to be getting my money right.”
