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“I have been calling her ass back-to-back and her phone off, bruh! I have been calling Lesha ass back-to-back, too, and she won’t even answer. How the fuck she gone say she getting married to a completely different nigga when she was just with me? We were arguing, but that’s us.” The mention of Lesha’s name made my ears perk up. I wanted to shoot her a message and see what she knew, but at the same time, she didn’t even know I was here. I wasn’t trying to hide shit from her. I truly wanted her to be surprised, and the shit with Hamp and his son could do nothing but worry her. I enjoyed her care and concern for me, but I didn’t need to give her pretty head more to think about. I checked the time and it was just past noon. I could check on the house. It would take about an hour to ensure the right equipment arrived for our bedroom, which was the only room I was assembling. Then I could hop back on the jet, check on the hotel and hopefully be home by six. Damn, I was tired just thinking about it.
“What you gone do, Chaz?”
He mugged me, and I stood firm. He was emotional and I didn’t know which way he was going to take it.
“Fuck you, Prince. You ain’t been around. You don’t know how shit was going. Why the fuck are you here anyway. Whatyou with her sister and think she won’t up and do yo’ ass the same way?” He paced back and forth.
“Watch ya mouth nigga.” I stood.
“Calm down!” Priest snapped trying to center us both. We were family through and through, and Chaz and I tended to explode. It was all love, and I would kill anything moving behind my family, but Chaz was just that hardheaded little brother, and I was never one who would back down. “Prince is right, bruh, chill. Roll up, and let’s blow this shit out.”
Then their eyes snapped toward me.
“I’m good. Y’all do what you need to.”
“She on some bullshit. She fucking with me. That’s all this is.” Chaz finally grabbed a seat and tried to convince himself.
“Aye Chaz, let me talk to you on some big brother shit. You may have to hold this L.”
“Why are you always on bullshit, Prince?” Chaz frowned.
“I’m just trying to be real with you. Every chick get fed up with the bullshit after a while. All you did was cheat on her. All y’all did was argue. Do you want that for real or is it that you just don’t want to let her go.”
“What you mean? We both were doing our own thing. We knew what it was.”
“You gotta grow up Chaz. Especially if that woman means something to you.”
“You got a lot of advice for a nigga that made a lot of mistakes.”
“One,” I corrected.
“One major one. You ain’t got shit to say to me.”
“Watch it my nigga,” Priest warned him. Chaz’s eyes bounced back and forth between us, and he threw his hands up and turned his back to us because he knew he was tripping. I gave him a pass because I could tell he was hurt by the way his ass was tearing up that phone trying to get any response. He fucked with Nesha, but not enough to fix his issues. He was young and selfish, but that was a place every man had been to before. A place that taught some tough lessons.
“I’m trying to make sure you don’t go through the same shit I did. It's my way of trying to show some love to you, cuz. I been gone but you-”
“Nigga last I checked you ain’t have no fucking kids.” He knew he was hitting low, and I thought it would cut a little deeper.
“Cut the shit, Chaz. You need to take a minute,” Priest butted in before we spoke again. Chaz got up and walked out of the room.
Priest drawing that line in the sand pulled on me a little more than expected. I had made one big blunder in my life, but I was ecstatic to not have fallen out of grace with him. I knew it was a time in life when he looked up to me and maybe even wanted to mirror me. That shit made me thankful after all I had been through. My head had been down working on myself and things with Le, but this brief showed me it was time to get back around my people. They needed me. Even Chaz's temperamental ass could use some of my guidance, and I needed to stop putting off the complicated conversation with my sister, Pria.
“You been good, bruh?”
“Working and trying, to find Hamp. He hid, which I knew he would. It’s straight, though. He gotta smoke out somewhere. That other nigga, too.”
“Nigga I ain’t ask you nothing about that? I know you got that, but how are you doing? You straight. It’s been a lot coming at you.”
“Y’all ain’t gotta handle me with kid gloves, bruh. I can handle life.” I was agitated but I tempered myself in the same moment. I had to stop thinking I didn’t owe explanations to the people who were closest to me—especially those who pulled me up from the bottom. Priest and Remy were there when no one else was. I leaned back against the couch. “It is a lot, but I’m handling it. The hotel build is going well, and things with Le and I is the icing on the cake. For every moment I’m tired she makes it worth it.”
He shook his head and stroked his beard before he changed the subject. “You know Benji been asking about you.”
“That’s my nigga for sho’! I’m gone pull up soon on some chill shit. Honestly, you just caught me at the right time. I’m about to head out to the house I’m building for Le.”
“Nice. How is that going?”
“It's going well, but it’s not permanent though.”
