Page 1 of What You Do To Me
CHAPTER
ONE
Jawan
It was hot as fuck out here today. I let my boy talk me into coming outside today, I normally wait until the sun goes down, but he is using my spot, so I might as well. After facing this blunt, I stepped out of my Wraith to join my homie, Shad, and the rest of the boys. We were at this lil’ pool party this nigga threw together because it’s spring break and wasn’t shit else to do in Miami. The line was thick too,these hoes ain’t leave shit to the imagination,I thought to myself as I walked up on my people. Romeo was the first to address me.
“The bitches is out for us today, ain’t they my boy?!” he said with his hand out. I walked straight past his ass; this nigga knew I didn’t fuck with him and I wasn’t his boy on any level. Shad was laughing because he already knew what type of time I was on.
“Stall him out Grim, he just tryna be on your good side,” Shad said, calling me by my nickname. I got the name for obvious reasons, I’m not to be fucked with. I chuckled because he’s my best friend and he knows how I get down.
“Fuck that nigga. Let’s get this over with, you know this ain’t my scene.” I’m low key. When it comes to being out on the scene, I play the shadows. My life revolves around my granny,my sister, and my money. I fuck bitches when I need to buss and keep it moving. I have no place for bullshit in my life. Walking straight in, I dapped security up and moved past the crowd. We were headed to our section and of course all eyes were on us, I was a fine ass nigga. I was 6’4 and light-skin, with tattoos from my neck to my ankles. My hair was faded on the sides with the two braids up top. Yeah, it was blonde and black too, like Breezy’s.
Although I didn’t wanna be here, I dressed the part; shirtless, Givenchy trunks and slides to match. Finally making it to our spot, Shad flagged the waitress down to get our drinks. Taking a seat, I was observing my surroundings. The waitress brought the bottles, then brought her thirsty ass right over to me.
“Hey Grim, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked me a little too anxiously for my liking, while batting her lashes. I was just staring at this bitch. Not because she was ugly, shorty was actually cute as hell, but her breath smelled like ass cakes AND her lash was barely hanging on. Her smile started to fade, and she started to shrink under my gaze. Finally, I responded.
“Babygirl, what you can do for me is brush your fuckin’ teeth, get your lashes together and back the fuck up.” Anybody that knows me, knows that I don’t play about my personal space. Shorty got gone quickly as everyone in the section fell out laughing. Sitting back, spreading my legs a little, I started to relax and enjoy the party.
“You ain’t shit, Grim!” Shad said to me as he laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh with that dumb ass nigga.
“Naw, that hoe ain’t shit. All in my face with that funky ass breath.” It was always like this with me and Shad. He been my boy since the sandbox. A muhfucka couldn’t tell me he wasn’t my brother, I’d bury a nigga behind him, and it was vice versa. The deejay was lit. Trouble’sShe a Winnerwas currently playing, and the shorties were in the pool tweakin’. All I could thinkabout was the fact that I’d never allow Star to be out here on no hoe shit like this. Just the thought had me screwing my face up. Star is my heart, my pride and joy, my big sister. Yeah, she’s older than me by two years, but she’s still my baby and this type of shit won't fly with me.
It’s been me, her and Granny since I was three and Star was five. Our mother decided she wanted her husband more than her kids and just up and bounced one day. Granny did everything she could to raise me and Star, so for that I owe her the world. Star lives in Georgia with her stuck-up ass husband, and she’s a chiropractor. She is spoiled as fuck and the apple of my eye, so of course I wasn’t going to send her to Atlanta to depend on another muhfucka. I made sure she had her own building for her practice and shit. Her husband a lil’ bitch and I don’t trust his ass.
Big Sis has been doing the damn thing out there though, and she’s even entertaining the thought of opening one here in Miami. A nigga is ecstatic about it. I don’t trust that nigga with her safety all the way out there like I said, which is why I have my people watching her, without her knowledge of course. She’d have a fit if she knew a nigga was keeping tabs on her. Better safe than sorry though because Lord knows I’d fuck the entire state of Georgia up behind LeStar Jones.
Now my granny, she was my entire world, it’s nothing that lady can ask for that I won’t give her. Her stubborn ass was in the assisted living facility right now because she ran any help I hired away. Claiming the girls are only there in hopes that me or Shad will stick dick to them. Those were her words, not mine. Thing is, Granny knows that a female is the last thing on my mind where she is involved. I been tryna figure out a way to get her the fuck up outta that bitch man. She hates it there, and so do I. Hence the reason I’m tryna get Star back in Miami. Ain't no way I canbe out in the streets all day and worry about Granny up there with them crackers man.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I saw all the commotion going on a few feet away from me. This nigga Romeo was blowing up the spot, per usual. I got up and made my way over to see what the issue was. As I approached, I saw him grab a petite girl up while yelling in her face. I don’t know why, but it seemed like I floated over there, I got there so fast.Pushing this nigga off the woman, I got in his face.
“Nigga you lost your fucking mind putting your hands on a female?” He came down off that adrenaline real fast when he saw who was talking to him. Trying to walk up on the girl again, he responded to me without looking my way.
“Grim it ain’t even like that, let me deal with my hoe ass baby mama.” Stepping in front of him again, I pushed his bitch ass back again.
“Naw nigga, you ain’t dealing with a muhfuckin’ thing in my shit. As a matter of fact, you ‘bout to get the fuck up outta here.”
Looking around, he’d drawn a crowd and the music was off. It’s like everyone was anticipating the next move. Everyone, including Romeo, knew I was the last person to fuck with. Leave this nigga dead body in his mama’s ditch. This nigga here is already on a thin line with me. I ain’t ever trusted this hoe ass nigga. Always dick ridin’. He was here by way of Shad, he wanted to give him a chance and against my better judgement, I did.
After a stare down, he backed down, like the bitch he is, and said, “Mimi, let’s go, NOW!” Shorty tensed up when he yelled, and that pissed me off for some reason. Something in me wanted to protect her.
“Nigga I said get the fuck out, and you going alone. You of all people know I hate repeating myself. Don’t get yo’ assembarrassed in front of all these people!” I bellowed. Nodding his head with his eyes on who I now know as Mimi, he headed for the door. I hit the deejay with a head nod so he could get the music back going. By the time I turned around to check on shorty, she was gone. Fuck it, this is my city, I was bound to run into her again.
As if dealing with Romeo wasn’t enough, here came Sierra and the rat pack. “So, what you playing captain save a hoe now? She your new flavor of the week, Grim?” She threw her head in the direction of where my future wife went.
Ignoring her bird ass, I kept walking. Sierra was a headache. One that I’ve tolerated since high school. She has been there since I jumped off the porch, so I kept her around. Make no mistake though, she ain’t my bitch nor will she ever be. Just convenient pussy. She missed that memo, though. Hence the reason she was following me around, questioning me. She thinks because I been fuckin’ on her the longest that gives her some kinda rights to me.She definitely ain’t the only one tryna be the only one.I chuckled at that thought. Sierra is a bird. She has no morals, goals, or ambition. She wanna be a hustler's wife, but she won't be mine. My granny couldn’t stand her, so that was an automatic no go. She used to actually want something outta life. When I started making a name for myself, all that changed. You’d think it was because I spoiled her, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I ain’t got shit for no hoe, I spoil my granny and my sister, that’s it and that’s all. This clown be in them people malls stealing, tryna keep up with that facade she been putting on to her rat ass homegirls. Bitch broke, busted and disgusted; I just be fuckin’ and getting' my dick sucked when I feel like it. As soon as I took my seat, Sierra was in my face again, this time with her arms folded under her breast.
“Grim I know you hear me, why do you insist on trying to embarrass me? You knew I’d be here and you rescuing bitchesand shit, what the fuck?” she shouted. I looked down and pinched the bridge of my nose, my body was starting to heat up, so I knew I was on the verge of snapping. I looked at this girl then back at her friends, who were obviously entertained, with an annoyed expression.
“Sierra who the fuck you take me to be? I don’t operate like this and you know it. You ain’t my bitch either, so I don’t owe you shit. I advise you and the get along gang to bounce before you piss me off any further.” Them hoes she was with laughed like I was cracking a joke or something.
“Girl, I know you ain’t gone let this nigga play you like that in front of all these people,” her homegirl, homeboy, or whatever it is, said. I busted out laughing. This shit here is hilarious.
“Just what the fuck you expect her to do Big Foot? I done told y’all hoes to raise up.” This was the last time I was gonna ask. Her cousin grabbed her arm and drug her back to the crowd because she knew what time it was. I’d murder that hoe and her whole family and act like she ain’t exist. I grabbed my patron and took a shot, a nigga needed it. This is why I don’t do this shit. Niggas cut up and hoes be in their feelings. I’m not stable enough for this.
CHAPTER
TWO
