Page 73 of Ony If It's You
“You know what I mean, mothafucka,” he argued.
“Naw, I know what you said, nigga, and my girl ain’t a bitch, so watch yo’ fucking mouth. Cousin or not, you can taste teeth behind mine.”
“Damn, nigga.” He grinned so I did the same. Dominique never took shit seriously. “Relax, my bad.”
“Anyways, I’m gon’ holla at Lani and see what happened.”
“Word, Celeste said Ms. Phyllis got him on through right after that though.”
I just nodded. I was going to get at all three of them about it. Kehlani needed to know that she could come holla at me about anything and anybody, I didn’t give a fuck who it was. She wasmy wife, so she came before every-mothafuckin’-body. I’d paint the city red about mine.
“You want something from the bar?” Nique asked me as he set his pool stick up on the wall beside me.
“Wings and a water; garlic parmesan,” I answered as I unlocked my phone.
I had a notification on my screen that Kehlani had posted on her story on Instagram, so I opened the app to see it. I didn’t too much fuck with the social media shit and she didn’t either really, but since going to that convention she had been posting more on her story. It wasn’t really anything more than skincare videos, but I loved to see them. She was the finest to me when she had a clear, fresh face.
Clicking on her story, I saw her in our bathroom with Jocey standing on the sink. They were both massaging some shit into their skin and explaining what they were doing. They looked like twins, one big and one small, as they smiled and talked. A nigga’s heart was all warm and shit seeing them. I scrolled through her page, just looking at old pictures of her and shit as I waited for my cousin until I felt someone watching me.
Looking up, I noticed a group of niggas sitting a few tables over, but one of them was scowling at me. I frowned and pushed my phone into my pocket after locking it just in case bruh wanted to get his issue. I hadn’t ever seen him before, so I doubted that he knew me. That was the downside of me getting kicked out of public school as a child. I didn’t go to school with any of these niggas, so I didn’t know them. He looked a few years older than me anyways, so I doubted we would have been in the same grade anyway.
“Fuck you looking at?” I finally asked because he wasn’t going to look away obviously.
Smirking, he stood and made his way over to me with his little posse following him. I didn’t bother to stand from my seatfor this little nigga because I was positive that I could beat him sitting down.
“You JV?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I’m Pharaoh, I’m sure Lani has told you about me.”
Her baby daddy.
“Naw, she hasn’t.” I smirked. “I don’t make a habit out of talking about niggas to my wife, especially not bitch ass niggas.”
He looked back at his people and laughed before facing me again trying his best to look unbothered.
“You must not have heard about me, my nigga…”
“Naw, I haven’t, but I know you’ve heard about me, so think it’s best you get you and your little clique the fuck from around me before you have a bad night.”
Just as he got ready to take a step forward Dominique reappeared, stepping between us.
“We got a problem?” he asked, eyeing the group in front of us.
“Naw, Nique, I was just telling your homeboy here?—”
“Cousin,” he corrected. “Blood cousin.”
The last part was a silent warning. Dominique played around a lot and goofed off, but he wasn’t to be fucked with and he played no games especially when it came to me. My hands were certified and registered weapons, so beating this nigga’s ass would cause me problems I didn’t feel like dealing with, but I wasn’t above it. Especially not where my respect was involved.
“Relax, Nique.” I tapped his back. “I’m good.”
“It’s like that, Dominique?” Pharaoh asked.
“Justlike that, my boy.”
He looked between us nodding before letting his stare rest on me.
