Chanel and Cash 2 by Marie Ashley

Author:Marie, Ashley [Marie, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: David Weaver Presents
Published: 2015-09-16T07:00:00+00:00

Cash

Natasha had been blowing my phone up from the moment she left out of the hair salon. I had been ignoring her calls back to back, but after speaking to Chanel, I decided to answer it to go ahead and let her know that she would be getting no play from me, but that a casket was definitely an option if she decided to fuck with wifey again.

“What?” I said into the phone.

“How you gone play me like that, Cash?” She asked sadly.

“Shawty, are you serious right now?” I asked, as I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at it like she was speaking Chinese.

“Yes, I am serious. You embarrassed me in front of the whole damn salon, and your wild ass bitch had no business putting her hands on me. She will be seen about that,” she threatened.

“First, watch your mouth. Second, keep the threats, you were just crying when she handled you, so don’t pop off now like you ‘bout that life, and lastly; Tasha, that ain’t what you want,” I told her honestly, which only pissed her off more.

“What you mean that ain’t what I want? She caught me off guard. That fight was not even fair,” she said loudly.

“Girl please, you saw her coming, and even if you didn’t, you realized that the shit had gotten real when her foot was against your throat, so stop flexing. Take it at a loss and keep it pushing. All I’m saying is, don’t try no shit, ‘cause next time, I assure you it will be worse,” I told her hard headed ass.

“Fuck you Cashmere,” she screamed into the phone.

“I’ll pass, but remember what I said and stop trying to hold onto something that is already gone. I DO NOT WANT YOUR ASS,” I said so that she could see that there was no hope.

“Whatever,” she cried as she hung up.

I shook my head and headed to the carwash to meet up with my second headache of the day. I rolled up some of the pack that Chanel’s dad gave me from his stash while in Colombia and put a flame to it. I took a long pull from the blunt and waited for the potent weed to do its thing. I rapped along with Boosie as he talked about holding his family down. When I pulled into the carwash I gave Dave a call to see how far away he was.

“What up, boss? Pulling up on you now,” he said, as the ground started to vibrate.

“Damn nigga, I didn’t see you, but I damn sure feel your ass,” I said. Big Dave pulled his Dunk into the parking lot with the truck vibrating. His bass was so strong that the windows in his ride looked like a wave. “What it do,” I said, as I stepped from my car and dapped him up.

He turned his system down as I closed his car door. I was sitting in the passenger seat as he began to replay his conversation with Corey.

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