So Many Tears 2 by Nicole Jackson

So Many Tears 2 by Nicole Jackson

Author:Nicole Jackson [Jackson, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-16T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter 11

“When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast. Every day it's gon' rain, yeah. Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit. This pure cocaine, yeah. From the streets, but I got a little sense. But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain. I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do. And I do my thing, do my thing—" Lil’ Baby pumped from the speakers of Rashad’s Rover.

Gripping the steering wheel of his vehicle, he was relieved the see that he’d entered Houston’s city limits. He’d just driven back from Austin, after hitting up a few colleges, dropping off a few loads.

Yawning and rubbing his hands together, Bogus glanced around. The sun was shining brightly, and he was ready to get into something, after sleeping most of the drive.

“Uh, I can’t wait to get out of here and stretch my legs,” Kass mumbled from the backseat.

Bogus glanced over his shoulder. “Tell me about it. Then this nigga wouldn’t stop for nothing. Straight tripping with himself.”

Rashad sucked his teeth, as he remained focused on the road. “Yeah, whatever. Spoken just like two muthafuckas who got to sleep the whole way here. I been pushing this bitch, trying to get home. I’m trying to lay it down for a few.”

Bogus shook his head. “Yeah, right, nigga. That’s you, stressing, trying to keep a happy home. I keep telling you that you gon drive yourself crazy. With the kind of money you dropping out, Kim should have some understanding by now. Money calls.”

“Trying to tell ya,” Kass co-signed.

“Aye, I keep telling yall to get up out of mine. I got this. Besides, Kim aint tripping like that. I’m just tired my damn self,” Rashad claimed.

“Yeah, right,” Kass rolled her eyes.

Bogus chuckled. “You know Kim be on your ass, nigga. Aint no need to front for us. We know what it is.”

It was pointless for Rashad to go back and forth with them. They were going to believe what they wanted, at this point. Over time, they’d developed a routine. At least once a week, they’d make a run to a few colleges, and supply some students, who’d push their weed and pills. Linking with Taz had proven to be a power move, as business had elevated to a new level. Of course, along with the hustle came less time at home and more time in the streets, which spelled out more time together for them. They were the money-getting trio, and were somewhat all familiar with each other’s personal business.

“If you say so, my nigga,” Bogus smiled, as he scrolled through his iPhone. “But anyway, I guess you aint swinging through the hood today, huh?”

Rashad glanced his way. “Hadn’t planned on it. Why, what’s up?”

“Shit, nothing, really. I’m just sliding through to kick it. Probably shoot some dice, fuck with some hoes. Who knows.”

Rashad sucked his teeth. “Nigga, you’on get tired of the same shit, day in and day out?”

Bogus shrugged. “Nah. That’s the hood.



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