Page 55 of The Perfect Verse
Scooter accused him of being vindictive once Donovan outed that he knew Scooter and Kaleela were a thing. He never imagined there’d be a time when he and Scooter weren’t on the same side. In his mind, the bitch who tried to kill had her claws sunken into his cousin, his best friend, and then his bitch had run back to her. He knew she had when the air tag he’d placed on her truck gave up her location.
“Like I said, I’ll pass that cost down to you. We just started the damn tour. I have to pay on anything they front us and then some before we see a profit. I ain’t broke, though, but I’m not paying for silly shit.”
“I hear you.” Donovan sat in his feelings while Nazir made his way throughout the suite, kicking men and women he didn’t even recognize. “Aye, Nazir, my nigga. I apologize.”
“Apologies are just words, and in your case, costly words.”
“I hear you.”
“Yeah, you better. I’ll see you at that airport in the morning. Spend the rest of the day getting your mind right because I’m getting my money, one way or another.”
“Yo,Dread Man, last night was crazy.”
Gucci scooted up to the table he was eating at. Once housekeeping came, they all decided to leave. Luckily for him, he’d showered. Each time he looked at his cellphone, he grew more frustrated. He even tried calling Scooter, who hadn’t picked up. The crazy thing was, he thought they both were going to chill out, per Shonasia’s guidance. Scooter must have pulled a fast one and left him behind. He knew if Chaney saw him, he was fucked.
“That shit was alright. Bitches have danced for us before. Who found their asses?” He smirked, watching Gucci sit back and grin. “You’re fucking up. Your job is to keep us in line. Ain’t you security?”
“Gank is. I’m just the nigga they put on y’all like a professional babysitter. The fuck have you ever listened to me? I told you about Shay a long time ago. You fucked up again and slid her that money. She’s all on social media, talking about how your side bitch is in her feelings, how you always come back to her.” He slid a large spoon of shrimp and grits into his mouth, then washed it down with some apple juice.
“My side bitch?” he repeated. “Trust, Chaney ain’t no side bitch. Shay’s tripping. I gotta call Shay to see what she talking about. I knew I shouldn’t have met that bitch before I swung by my girl’s.”
Gucci waved him off. He knew she wasn’t shit when she took advantage of him to get back at Donovan. Good thing they were locked in and had been since they were old enough to rob and put some money in their pockets. She dropped something in his liquor, drove him home, and fucked him a few times before she left him naked and confused when he woke up.
That was a few months after her release, and Gucci was still salty behind that. He wanted to put her down like the mutt she was, but Donovan intervened, saying it would hurt Granny Paula if something happened to her granddaughter. The way he saw it, Donovan deserved to lose his woman.
“Man, where’s Lank?”
“Nigga had Naz found a local studio. Said he wanted to lay some tracks.” Gucci lifted his eyes, smiling. “Better remember, someone’s just as hungry as you are, if not hungrier.”
“That nigga the main one that brought those hoes to our room.”
“Naw, they followed all of us. He was smart, though. He left right after that ballerina chick started walking around her on tippy toes.” Gucci tittered. He’d never seen shit like that in his life, especially not in a strip club. Atlanta hoes were different, very different.
“Them other niggas stayed and kicked it. I just stayed to make sure you didn’t get out of control.” Donovan’s brows lifted, leaning toward Gucci.
“So I didn’t fuck anybody?” He wasn’t sure, since he was disrobed, short of his boxers. His head was still slightly pounding, and he had no clue what Gank might find once they reviewed all the footage in their hotel and leading up to their hotel room.
Gucci shrugged, grabbing a piece of bacon and sliding it into his mouth.
“Had a few bitches twerking on you and shit. One pulled your dick out and tried to suck your shit off, but you mushed her in the face.” A grin stretched wide across Gucci’s face. “That’s when I knew your ass was in love. That, and you ain’t ate shit since we sat down. Slide me them fucking waffles, nigga.”
“No appetite,” he confessed, pushing out a frustrated breath. “And I’m hiding, to be honest. I did fuck up, giving Shay that bread. I just wanted to keep her from calling my ass while we’re doing this tour. Lank told me not to let that bitch come by before we headed out.”
“Only one way to handle that is to handle it. Scoot got his ass on the plane. I suggest you be like his ass.” Gucci then looked around before he grabbed a silver cup of syrup. He’d never eaten waffles with strawberries, blueberries, and powdered sugar. This was the damn life.
“Aye, is that nigga really with K Smooth?”
He’d heard the streets whispering about him being seen with her, and worse, with two little boys. To his knowledge, she hadno children. He couldn’t imagine a nigga wanting to even try to get her pregnant. He looked at Donovan’s ear and winced.
“Fuck I know?” Donovan admitted, but deep down, he knew Mango’s information was true. What bothered him more was that all his girl cousins were excited about it as if she hadn’t tried to end his life. He accepted her apology, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t feel betrayed, especially when he knew Chaney ran back to her ass. He hoped Scooter felt some type of way and handled both of them.
“Naw, you do know, but get this.” He chortled, then grabbed his glass of orange juice since he had multiple glasses of juice, gossiping like a woman. “She actually is letting that nigga handle her. I mean, not on no dominant shit, like beating her ass, but dating her. I couldn’t believe that shit. K Smooth is actually being soft, acting like a lady.” He grinned, his face filled with excitement. “And she’s pretty as fuck. Always have been. I wonder how that pussy hitting, though.”
“Nigga?” Donovan frowned. “You wrong as fuck for that. She ain’t my bitch, but I’d never speak under another nigga’s bitch’s skirt.”
He didn’t even think it was that serious, but it had to be if Scooter was back in Miami, pleading his case. He stood up, deciding he needed to follow Scooter’s lead and get his girl back. As if God heard his intentions, a text notification came in.
Unknown Number: Either fly home or fly me out and fix what the hell you broke or leave me the fuck alone, Donovan. You hurt me but I get it, you ride for those you love. Just don’t make me look like a fool in the process.
