“Rico, why you got me out here in this damn heat? What’s wrong with the car you just got three months ago, nigga?” Dashia sighed annoyed as she wiped away the sweat that had built up near her hairline. The sun was beating down on the two as her and Rico roamed through the foreign auto dealership. It was exclusive to only the most luxurious cars that valued in the six figures and the people who could shell out the hefty sum.
There was an inside showroom, but he had spotted a pretty ass lil bitch named Porsche perched on the exterior lot. She was a bright red and had serious curves that got his dick rock. He was making the trek across the lot and Dashia, his best friend, was lagging behind throwing complaints at his back. He wasn’t paying her no mind though, this was normal shit between them and plus his focus was somewhere far beyond this lot. He thought that the new purchase would get it off his mind, yet it didn’t.
“Rico!” she screeched, stopping him in his tracks. He craned his neck in her direction. “You can’t hear, boy?”
He sucked his teeth, waved her off and continued walking, but he spoke up. “You know dem bitches fucked my shit up, blood.” He seethed, still annoyed.
Just last night, when he found himself creeping with one of his lil joints, his car was trashed. His interior was bleached and slashed, while the black paint masking the curves of his beautiful whip was stripped. They slashed his tires and broke all his windows out. He was hot when he stepped out into the early dewy air of the morning, his anger immediately rose his temperature even more seeing his car sitting on bricks.
He pulled his phone out and dialed up his bitch, the only person he knew would be there to make the drive out all the way to the outskirts of the bity to get him. When she saw what had happened she tore his head off.
Dashia let a light chuckle escape her lips before she muffled it with her cupped palms. He threw her a scowl that brought even more laughter out of her, she couldn’t even contain it.
“You ain’t shit, blood.” He shook his head. Rico found himself always telling her this shit during their conversations because she always found herself amused at the happenings in his krazy life.
“Alright, alright, nigga. Sorry, but I really didn’t think they would do it. I told you though, that at least counts.” She punched him in his arm after she had speed walked up to his side.
“Dem yo stupid ass homegirls doe, you shoulda checked ‘em.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have fucked that girl and then cussed her out. I told you about doing that to those girls, Rico. You always fucking. Calm your ass down, but you gon’ do you so whatever.” She shrugged. Her eyes landed on the red sports car and knew immediately they were headed that way. She took off in a light jog towards it, knowing Rico would follow. She had guessed right because that’s where he paused at. He began to eye the beauty and touch her curves.
“Rico.” Dashia called out.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“So…I heard some shit.” She began.
He sighed. “What iz it?”
“Moe pregnant?” She asked rhetorically. It was a question she didn’t need the answer to because she already heart it. A valuable source of hers, and mutual friend of hers and Moe’s, told her that some unprotected sex with Rico got her preggers. Now, Dashia was at her best friend’s neck trying to hear for herself.
She couldn’t believe it when she was told the news because even though Rico was thotful he practiced safe sex. For the ten years she’d know him a bitch had never tried to pin a baby on him because he took extra precautions. This made her second guess Moe’s accusations, but then reality hit her. Rico, didn’t admit it but he was feeling Moe in a different sort of way. He had let his relationship with Brittany go by the wayside and neglected the rest of his hoes to put his focus on this girl. Yeah, he still fucked other bitches, but she really had his attention. This was a different side of Rico that she was seeing.
Rico quickly glanced at her before he put his eyes back on the car. “Yeah.” He muttered.
“Really, Rico.” Was all she said as she found herself shaking her head.
“I know man.” He spoke up. “You’on even gotta tell me, I know.”
“Okay then, since you know when you telling mama?” She brought more trouble to his already clouded mind with this question.
He easily shrugged. “Iono, I haven’t thought about dat yet. I’m still stuck on the fact that I got a kid coming.”
“You do know you have to behave differently now, right?”
“Nah, why would I? Imma remain Rico.” His attitude was back in a second.
Dashia shook her head slowly. “You got problems, boy.”
“I know dis, don’t say shit to Tamisha doe. I gotta tell her on my own…when the baby get here.” His somber tone turned to a light laugh, which Dashia joined in on. “Forreal doe. Since I’m havin’ a kid I think I need to get out my moms shit and get me and Moe a spot…for our baby nshit.”
Dashia’s eyes widened at his words. “Wheeeet?” She squealed. “Tyreek becoming a man? Is Jesus coming back later or sumn? I didn’t get the memo for the day of reckoning!”
“Aye, fuck you, homie.” He chuckled shaking his head. “Real shit doe I got some shit set up with a realtor lookin’ for condos next week in the downtown area. She told me its ideal cuh the highway to Moe school close and I can still be connected to everything. I think this bitch just tryna make me blow racks, but whatever I got it and imma keep getting it for my bitch and my kid. Feel me?”
Dashia shook her head dumbfounded. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide as saucers. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her best friend was growing up…it felt weird and riveting all at once. She was proud and mad at him at the same time because he was doing what should’ve been done, but he was doing it so fast.
“I’m excited for you, Rico, but you sure this is what you want? Just because you two are having a kid doesn’t mean that you have to rush and be together. I’m saying this because I know how you are. You don’t know how to not fuck with other bitches.”
“You right, but Moe get dat. Dats why I fuck wid ‘er the way I do. She sumn special.” His eyes roamed to the asphalt under their feet.”
“Okay then, I’m happy for you.” She grabbed onto his arm and nestled against his side. “I’m naming the baby, I’m organizing the baby shower and everything.”
“You can do dat, just have my nigga shit flagged out. I want red bandana eerything. My nigga gon’ be put on early.” He cheesed.
She pushed him away from her with all her might. He didn’t falter far and there was a fixated smile across his mug. “Not funny, nigga. My God child is not being ptu on the damn set, nigga.”
“I’ll let you have dat.” He easily said.
“No, don’t let me have shit, smart ass. He’s not being put on the set. He will be a good boy. He will go to church and respect women and grow up to have a nice family and a nice job.” She argued.
“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed her off to quickly send out a text to a lil freak banging his line about some late night dick.
“Speaking of jobs…when you getting one?” Dashia began to giggle.
“Quit playin’ wid me.” He shot her a grimace.
“Honestly, robbin’ niggas not gonna last long, you know that, right?” She seriously spoke. She’d been preaching this to him since she met him in middle school and she found out he was a motherfucking flocker. He never seemed to get the just, or point, of her argument, but for some reason she felt the need to always try to convince him that his 9 to 5 wasn’t it. He needed more and needed to do better. She spoke now hoping he would finally get it. Shit, he was on a positive tip right now, speaking like he had common sense, hopefully now he would take to her advice.
“I know.” He sighed. This sent her into a jolt of joy.
“Really? Damn, you about to make me die with all this change.” She placed the back of her hand to her forehead to act out faint. He chuckled deeply.
“I got you. I know what I gotta do.” He nodded in agreement. “I’m glad this opportunity came when dis shit did cuh Ion want my lil man lackin’ for nun.” He said it outloud, but it was more of a note to himself than to Dashia.
“What opportunity?” She inquired blankly.
“This job…actually a really important one. I’m taking over the families business.” He said proudly.
“What?” she asked confused. She knew everyone in Rico’s family, like he knew hers, and no one that she knew of owned any legal businesses. Sure, he had cousins that slang drugs, distant uncles that installed illegal cable…but like it was said no LEGAL businesses that she knew of.
“That nigga Derrick. He left me his business.” He revealed. “Well…me and this fuck nigga who supposed to be my brother.”
“What the fuck!” She shouted.
“Yeah, shit cray.” He shook his head. “That will shit I told you about, yeah ,well this nigga, who I still don’t know who the fuck he is, but his name Cole or some shit, he invited me and some nigga from New Orleans to tell us we bros or whatever. I was mad. I couldn’t believe the shit so I spazzed. Somehow me and this nigga got into a fight…”
“Who?” She cut him off.
“The nigga who supposed to be my brother. This emotional fuck boy name Jeremiah or some shit. Yeah well, he talkin’ wid his country bumpkin shit. Howdy partner, you not gonna disrespect me like dah.” Rico had took on a very southern accent to mock Jeremiah. Dashia just stood there shaking her head at his antics and rolling her eyes. “He hit me and I fucked dat nigga up on Piru. He stormed out the building like the emotional fuck boy that he is, didn’t even stay for the dinner meeting this nigga Cole put together. He didn’t even get to hear of the shit this nigga got lined up for us if we really wanna be wid the shits.”
“Rico, really?” She scowled.
He sucked his teeth. “Quit saying that shit, blood, itz annoyin’.”
“Well, quit doin’ stupid shit to make me say it, dummy. Why would you fight your brother who you don’t know. Stop startin’ shit…and before you say its not your fault, don’t lie, nigga. Its always your fault, you have issues. And plus, remember you tell me everything. I know your dad is a drug dealer. So, now you going from the nigga who stick up the drug dealers to being one of ‘em. Yeah, smart move on your part.”
“Shut da fuck up. It wasn’t my fault first of all and second of all, Ladashia, it is smart. I get waaaaaaaaay more money and I’m the boss…me and that other nigga of course.”
“That other nigga is your brother, and if you said he stormed out how will he apart of it?” She asked a question that had been dooming him since yesterday when this whole fiasco happened and this ordeal had arose. Cole had told him all these great things that could happen and the money that could be made if he got aboard, but the monkey wrench he threw at the end hurt him to the core. “Your little brother has to apart of it as well. Derrick built this empire for you both.” Cole had gutted him like a fish with just that sentence.
He didn’t know what the fuck to do from that point on. That was a lie, actually, he did know what he needed to do, but he wasn’t the one to put his pride to the wayside for some money…but with the way his life was panning out he needed this come up. For his son’s sake he needed this.
“Iono Dashia.” He lied.
Rico pushed the Ford Focus down the unfamiliar highway, the sweet British voice calling out directions to him that he followed intently until he found himself in the hood. He wasn’t uneasy about this even though this was uncharted territory. He was Rico wherever he went, no mater how far he traveled. It was dusk out and the moon was peeking through the clouds, yet his ego and the burner shoved into the waist of his dark Armani jeans had his confidence on fo’ hunnid as he moved through the project passing a couple of group of niggas huddled up. He expected to be checked as a outsider, but her wasn’t. They let him ease his way to the back of the complex where Cole’s instructions led him to a door all the way at the end of the hallway. This section of apartment buildings weren’t as lively as the front. It seemed as if old ass people resided back here. Rico chuckled matching the glimpse of this nigga’s personality that he had bear witness of to that of an old ass man.
Before he knew it he stood in front of the door and before his mind could stop him his hand collided with the door. It wasn’t long before the door was pulled open, not even a who is it was yelled out, which he expected because he didn’t see a peep hole drilled into the metal door. Shit, that was dangerous in his eyes. He could’ve been on his flocking shit, and it was even more dangerous because of who the person was who had opened the door.
“How may I help you?” Her voice calmed his nerves in one sentence. It held a slight rasp and felt like home. She reminded him of her mother because of how warm her spirit was, but how she looked had him thinking some other shit. He eyed her body in the slightly sheer oversized t-shirt she wore until she caught his attention.
“Umm, how may I help you?’ she asked again, she didn’t sound annoyed though which made him comfortable enough to ask, “Yeah, is Jeremiah here? I’m his brother, Rico.”