I had the place to myself. He's coming to get me later on this evening so we can go to the movies. Girl, I'm in love wit' that nigga."
"Whateva, Inga. You say that about every dude that beats that coochie good."
"Precious, this time was different. He was so gentle with me and before he left, he gave me five hundred dollars and told me to get my hair and nails done. You know it don't cost no five hundred dollars to get that shit done. He's feeling me, and I'm feeling him too."
I had to admit that I was surprised by what Inga was telling me. I always thought of Ritchie as being a five-minute fucker. I definitely didn't think he would lay up with a bitch or leave her money. Five hundred was a drop in the bucket for him, but the point was he gave it to her and told her to get her nails and hair done. Not only that, they were going on a second date already. Maybe Ritchie wasn't as bad as I thought. And if Inga was happy, then so be it. She deserved for a nigga to lace her. Now maybe she would keep her weave a little bit tighter.
"Inga, I'm happy for you. But don't get too caught up in Ritchie. I would hate for him to get you open, then break your heart."
When I got off the phone with Inga, I called Nico. I wanted to see if he had heard from Ritchie and got any feedback. Inga was my girl, and I would feel some kinda way if Ritchie played her out. Nico's cell went straight to voice mail. His phone was doing that a lot lately. For a second I wondered if the nigga was creeping on me with the next bitch but decided I was being paranoid. Not saying that Nico wasn't capable of cheating like any other man, but Nico knew he would have to be extra discreet with his shit. I do not play that. When and if Nico fucked around on me, it better be when he's going in and out of town.
Later on that day, I had an appointment at Boogie's detailing shop so I decided to stop by my moms' crib. I hadn't seen her in a few months, and even though I didn't fuck with her like that, I wanted to make sure she hadn't died of a drug overdose. I used my key, and when I opened the door, my moms was lying on the couch, butt ass naked with some dude on top of her. Empty bottles of liquor were around the couch and some needles and pipes were sitting on the table next to them.
For a moment I thought they were dead because their bodies were motionless, but then they both started moaning as they changed positions on the couch. I walked over to the stereo and blasted the music to wake the two junkies up.
"What the fuck?" the two of them said in unison as they jumped up off the couch. When I had their full attention I turned the stereo back off.
"Who the hell is you?" the bony Chris Rock look-alike screamed. He didn't look like new money Chris Rock, but `Pookie' "New Jack City" Chris Rock.
"I'm her daughter, you nasty-looking crack head."
"Who the fuck you talking to?" the Pookie look-alike asked as he wiped the crust from his eyes and mouth. He motioned his arms towards me like it was about to be on.
"Nigga, I'm talking to you, and you betta watch how you speak to me. I know you heard of Nico Carter. Well, that's my man, and it wouldn't take nothing but a phone call to have your life ended, so back the fuck up." I had to put some sort of fear in the dude because junkies can be some of the stupidest, overly confident ma'fuckahs out here.
"Both of ya calm down. It's too early in the morning for this shit."
My moms was straight trippin'.
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon; the morning been ended. Now, my man," I said, pointing my finger at the clothes lying on the floor. "You need to get yo' shit and get the fuck up outta here `cause I want to speak to my moms."
He looked over at my moms like she was supposed to say something, but I was still hitting her off with paper so she just turned her face away like her name was Bennet and she ain't in it.
I stood with my arms folded as the dude moved in slow motion getting dressed. He even tried to cover himself.
"Whateva, Inga. You say that about every dude that beats that coochie good."
"Precious, this time was different. He was so gentle with me and before he left, he gave me five hundred dollars and told me to get my hair and nails done. You know it don't cost no five hundred dollars to get that shit done. He's feeling me, and I'm feeling him too."
I had to admit that I was surprised by what Inga was telling me. I always thought of Ritchie as being a five-minute fucker. I definitely didn't think he would lay up with a bitch or leave her money. Five hundred was a drop in the bucket for him, but the point was he gave it to her and told her to get her nails and hair done. Not only that, they were going on a second date already. Maybe Ritchie wasn't as bad as I thought. And if Inga was happy, then so be it. She deserved for a nigga to lace her. Now maybe she would keep her weave a little bit tighter.
"Inga, I'm happy for you. But don't get too caught up in Ritchie. I would hate for him to get you open, then break your heart."
When I got off the phone with Inga, I called Nico. I wanted to see if he had heard from Ritchie and got any feedback. Inga was my girl, and I would feel some kinda way if Ritchie played her out. Nico's cell went straight to voice mail. His phone was doing that a lot lately. For a second I wondered if the nigga was creeping on me with the next bitch but decided I was being paranoid. Not saying that Nico wasn't capable of cheating like any other man, but Nico knew he would have to be extra discreet with his shit. I do not play that. When and if Nico fucked around on me, it better be when he's going in and out of town.
Later on that day, I had an appointment at Boogie's detailing shop so I decided to stop by my moms' crib. I hadn't seen her in a few months, and even though I didn't fuck with her like that, I wanted to make sure she hadn't died of a drug overdose. I used my key, and when I opened the door, my moms was lying on the couch, butt ass naked with some dude on top of her. Empty bottles of liquor were around the couch and some needles and pipes were sitting on the table next to them.
For a moment I thought they were dead because their bodies were motionless, but then they both started moaning as they changed positions on the couch. I walked over to the stereo and blasted the music to wake the two junkies up.
"What the fuck?" the two of them said in unison as they jumped up off the couch. When I had their full attention I turned the stereo back off.
"Who the hell is you?" the bony Chris Rock look-alike screamed. He didn't look like new money Chris Rock, but `Pookie' "New Jack City" Chris Rock.
"I'm her daughter, you nasty-looking crack head."
"Who the fuck you talking to?" the Pookie look-alike asked as he wiped the crust from his eyes and mouth. He motioned his arms towards me like it was about to be on.
"Nigga, I'm talking to you, and you betta watch how you speak to me. I know you heard of Nico Carter. Well, that's my man, and it wouldn't take nothing but a phone call to have your life ended, so back the fuck up." I had to put some sort of fear in the dude because junkies can be some of the stupidest, overly confident ma'fuckahs out here.
"Both of ya calm down. It's too early in the morning for this shit."
My moms was straight trippin'.
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon; the morning been ended. Now, my man," I said, pointing my finger at the clothes lying on the floor. "You need to get yo' shit and get the fuck up outta here `cause I want to speak to my moms."
He looked over at my moms like she was supposed to say something, but I was still hitting her off with paper so she just turned her face away like her name was Bennet and she ain't in it.
I stood with my arms folded as the dude moved in slow motion getting dressed. He even tried to cover himself.
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