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was,” I said, walking casually into the bedroom. I removed my shirt, tossing it in a chair. “Something else came up, though.”
“Something else like what! Some pussy? It’s obvious you’ve been with somebody! Your clothes all wrinkled and her scent is all over you!”
I shrugged. “If you say it is, then I guess so. I told you something urgent came up, and that’s all there is to it.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, biting down on her bottom lip. “One damn day, Kiley. You and me haven’t had one damn day of peace since you’ve been out of jail. Everyday it’s something with you. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.”
I walked up to her and lifted her chin. “It won’t be too much longer. Hopefully, we’ll all be able to move on and do it soon.”
I opened the front door and sat on the steps to the upper level townhouses. I massaged my temples, thinking about my fourth day out of prison. Things weren’t getting better for me, as I’d hoped they would. Desmon was nowhere to be found, and Antonio hadn’t for damn sure spent the night here. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew my respect for Ginger was gone the day I got home. Honestly, I hated her for raising Desmon the way she did. I know damn well I could have done a better job than her, but there was no way for me to go back in time.
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Chapter Four
For the next few days, things were on the down-low. Rufus called and we made plans for my package to be delivered. Of course, it came with instructions. Apparently, one of the fools who was coming to deliver my package had been stealing money from Rufus. He explained the situation to me and asked if I would take care of it for him. He’d even offered to throw in an extra fifty grand and told me the other nigga, Marc, had instructions to get rid of the body once I was finished. What did I have to lose? I thought. Rufus had taken care of my family while I was away, and if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have ever known about Donovan having Papa Abrams set up to be killed. Either way, I agreed to it and prepared myself to take care of this little problem upon their arrival.
Ginger and I had only seen Desmon twice this week. He came in with Antonio one time, and another time with Gabrielle. I guessed she’d forgiven him because shit seemed to pop off in the basement as it had done before. But for the time being, I kept my distance. Not only from him, but from Ginger as well. She’d talked her shit, but when I gave her some of my dick, she shut the fuck up. Actually, I’d gotten kind of tired of fucking her. Anna was on my mind, but I wasn’t going back her way anytime soon. When I felt that strongly about a woman, I knew it only meant trouble, so the further away I stayed, the better.
Late Friday night, I asked Ginger if I could use her car. Before she handed over the keys, she asked where I was going.
“I talked to Al earlier this week about finding me a car. He’s supposed to hook a brotha up, so I’m going to see what’s up.”
She dropped the keys in my hand. “Please don’t do what you did last time. Everything’s been going cool between us and I’m not up for a bunch of drama tonight.”
“Just give me a couple of hours. Besides, once I have my car, I won’t have to ask for yours.”
I pecked Ginger on the lips and stepped outside. I took a few puffs from my cigarette, then got into the car. On the drive to South St. Louis where I was supposed to meet Marc and Cortez, I thought about how I would put my money to
“Something else like what! Some pussy? It’s obvious you’ve been with somebody! Your clothes all wrinkled and her scent is all over you!”
I shrugged. “If you say it is, then I guess so. I told you something urgent came up, and that’s all there is to it.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, biting down on her bottom lip. “One damn day, Kiley. You and me haven’t had one damn day of peace since you’ve been out of jail. Everyday it’s something with you. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.”
I walked up to her and lifted her chin. “It won’t be too much longer. Hopefully, we’ll all be able to move on and do it soon.”
I opened the front door and sat on the steps to the upper level townhouses. I massaged my temples, thinking about my fourth day out of prison. Things weren’t getting better for me, as I’d hoped they would. Desmon was nowhere to be found, and Antonio hadn’t for damn sure spent the night here. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew my respect for Ginger was gone the day I got home. Honestly, I hated her for raising Desmon the way she did. I know damn well I could have done a better job than her, but there was no way for me to go back in time.
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Chapter Four
For the next few days, things were on the down-low. Rufus called and we made plans for my package to be delivered. Of course, it came with instructions. Apparently, one of the fools who was coming to deliver my package had been stealing money from Rufus. He explained the situation to me and asked if I would take care of it for him. He’d even offered to throw in an extra fifty grand and told me the other nigga, Marc, had instructions to get rid of the body once I was finished. What did I have to lose? I thought. Rufus had taken care of my family while I was away, and if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have ever known about Donovan having Papa Abrams set up to be killed. Either way, I agreed to it and prepared myself to take care of this little problem upon their arrival.
Ginger and I had only seen Desmon twice this week. He came in with Antonio one time, and another time with Gabrielle. I guessed she’d forgiven him because shit seemed to pop off in the basement as it had done before. But for the time being, I kept my distance. Not only from him, but from Ginger as well. She’d talked her shit, but when I gave her some of my dick, she shut the fuck up. Actually, I’d gotten kind of tired of fucking her. Anna was on my mind, but I wasn’t going back her way anytime soon. When I felt that strongly about a woman, I knew it only meant trouble, so the further away I stayed, the better.
Late Friday night, I asked Ginger if I could use her car. Before she handed over the keys, she asked where I was going.
“I talked to Al earlier this week about finding me a car. He’s supposed to hook a brotha up, so I’m going to see what’s up.”
She dropped the keys in my hand. “Please don’t do what you did last time. Everything’s been going cool between us and I’m not up for a bunch of drama tonight.”
“Just give me a couple of hours. Besides, once I have my car, I won’t have to ask for yours.”
I pecked Ginger on the lips and stepped outside. I took a few puffs from my cigarette, then got into the car. On the drive to South St. Louis where I was supposed to meet Marc and Cortez, I thought about how I would put my money to
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