Fallin' for a Miami Hustla by Journee Jordan

Author:Journee Jordan [Jordan, Journee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-07-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Supreme Davis

Them niggas were going back and forth, so I stayed on the sidelines and watched Quest to make sure he didn’t try shit. I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do if something happened to my brutha.

At thirteen, after my mama ran a red light and slammed into a light pole, I moved in with Ms. Joy ‘cause my dad started drinkin’ heavily, doing cocaine and gambling away all his money. I remember when my pops fell behind on rent and our landlord came in to evict us. When his ass told him he had two weeks to come up with the money, he sent me off to stay with Blaze, saying he wasn’t capable of making sure I had everything I needed. I think he was tryna sugarcoat the fact that he didn’t want me.

“Where the hostility coming from?” Glock asked, staring straight in Blaze’s eyes.

“Nigga, you know damn well you the source,” Blaze spat, his eyes filled with rage.

“Is this ‘cause I fucked Tootsie? I promise the shit wasn’t memorable at all.” Glock grinned, and I didn’t even know why we was wasting time with this muthafucka. It was obvious he was taking this shit for a joke.

Blaze laughed hysterically, biting his bottom lip. “Oh! We Kevin Hart Jr. round this muthafucka, huh? This ain’t got nothing to do with Tootsie, my nigga. This about Rahim and you know it.”

“R.I.P. to the king,” Glock said, pointing upward towards the sky.

“That shit funny coming from the nigga that put him under,” Blaze replied.

As he threw his head back in laughter, Glock found the whole thing funny. “That was always ya downfall, BB; you think you know everything when ya ass don’t know what the fuck goin on around you.”

“Elaborate on that, muthafucka. Codes ain’t my thang,” Blaze said, clenching his teeth.

As with every other public event, the shit was ruined by distant sirens. When someone shouted 5-O was coming, we all ran, heading in different directions.

We ran to find his car when we spotted it among the crowd, got into it, and sped out of the parking lot. The police had caught up with a few cars, blocking the exit to our left but we managed to escape before they came to the side of the road we were on.

“Who the fuck called them muthafuckas? Niggas can’t have shit out this bitch,” I asked, looking behind me.

“I don’t know, but that nigga Glock got something coming for his ass for the disrespect he threw my way. On some hoe shit,” Blaze said as he lit the blunt.

“He’s a lil’ cocky muthafucka, though. He’s walking around with Rah blood in his hands and acting like ain’t shit happen,” I added, looking down at my phone when it vibrated. It was my lil baby, Kimiko.

I met her 4 months ago at Applebee’s where she was working, and I was there tryna finesse another bitch. We’d been talking ever since. I didn’t even know she stripped at Spades until about a month after we started kicking it but, by then, I was really feeling her.

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