Page 85 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
I exhaled, threw my tattoo gun down, and plucked the call up.
“What’s up, Serious?”
“Serious is who I used to be until I got my shit together like you need to.” Kassir skipped right to the point and I sank into my seat while I got ready for the verbal lashing I knew was coming my way.
Word got around fast and apparently this stupid ass shit with me, Darryl, and Dyani was causing a fucking wave it didn’t need to be making. I hated bringing my personal drama to DP.
“Look—”
Kassir cut me off. “With your shop getting vandalized, that lil fight in the club, and the annual streetball tournament coming up, do you really think it’s a good look to be promoting infighting?”
“I didn’t start the fight with Darryl,” I argued. “That nigga ran up in Dyani’s spot tripping and I reacted to the disrespect. But it was never supposed to be what it is and I don’t have beef with him. It just?—”
He cut me off again. “When I spoke to Darryl he said something similar. So if you don’t have an issue with him and he doesn’t have an issue with you, why is this dumb shit becoming my fucking problem?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, “but it won’t happen again.”
“Good,” he said simply. “You and Darryl better grow the fuck up yesterday.”
“Yeah, alright. I hear you.” I let my head fall backwards. “I love Dyani,” I said after a beat and the realization made my chest tighten. “I wouldn’t come through causing issues or no shit like that if it wasn’t her in specific and I mean that. You know what DP means to me. I wouldn’t even play like that.”
“Yeah, okay. I said what I had to say about it. I think you and Darryl can fix things, but if you can't, don't make it DP’s problem.”
“Never that.”
“Bet.”
“Bet,” I echoed. “From the cradle to the casket.”
“From the cradle to the casket.” He responded and he hung up immediately.
I tossed my phone down and hopped up. This shit was for the birds.
Darryl and I had been friends too long to be causing stupid ass problems because that nigga was in his feelings. With that being said, I wasn’t going to bow down and kiss the ring or cop a plea with that nigga. I’d make sure whatever we had going on didn’t affect the gang because I meant every word I’d told Kassir. I didn’t have an issue with Darryl. I just wasn’t going to let him play in Dyani’s face in front of me and think that shit was cool.
I went back to cleaning then smoked a little bit. I did a quick little walkthrough of my spot before heading out and taking the elevator down.
I was met with an array of DP members as I walked out of the building and I dapped them as I exited.
“You coming out tonight?” one of them asked.
“I hadn’t planned on it,” I admitted.
“Oh. So you just gon’ fake on us again?”
“Ain’t nobody faking on y’all niggas. I just be having to get up early as fuck and can’t stay out all night chilling and shit like I could when I made my own schedule.”
“Man, you’re acting like we’re going to the club till it closes or some shit. We’re just going to a lil hole in the wall ass spot for this pool tournament they got going on. We figured we could hustle the tourists real quick and get some cheap ass drinks while we were at it.”
I looked at the watch on my wrist.
After the talk I’d just had with Kassir I kind of felt obligated to go out. Shit. I hadn’t done anything DP related in a little bit, and if word really was going around about the fight me and Darryl had, the last thing I wanted to do was make niggas think I was fraud and avoiding them because I’d done something wrong.
I scratched the back of my neck and nodded.
“Yeah. Alright. I can come through,” I said.
“For real? You coming out?”
