Page 31 of Gang of Roses: Kash

“Aight, y’all can hear me?”

“Yeah,” they answered in unison.

“What time we meeting at Rose’s grave? I have something to tell and show y’all.”

“I’m an hour out from the Valley,” Rebel commented first.

“I just got to my hotel room. Give me like an hour to get settled, and I’ll be there,” Dice chimed.

“Cool. See y’all then.” Hanging up the phone, I proceeded to put everything back how I found it. I loved D-Row with everything in me, but my girls… if it wasn’t me coming with game plans, there was no telling where they’d be. We’d already lost one sister; I refused to lose another.

Heading back to the bedroom, Declan was stepping out in his tailored suit. This man was too damn fine, and he knew it. From his muscular frame to his chiseled features to his height, this man was sculpted like a god. He strolled over, kissed my forehead, both cheeks, then my lips. This had become a daily routine for him.

“You’re leaving already? You just got here,” I whined tugging on his blazer.

“Baby, if you want a nigga home on time today, you got to unhand me,” he said chuckling.

Since I gave this man what he wanted, it was me that had become extra clingy. It could’ve been the extra hormones floating around or the fact that he made me feel safe no matter the time of day. Declan really did have it going the fuck on. My love for him grew from his patience and dedication to me. He loved me regardless of how often I left him.

“I’m sure lunch is longer than ten minutes. Ain’t you the boss? Why you rushing back instead of spending time with me?”

“I got all that for you when I get off. I’m late for this meeting right now though, Ma. A nigga only came home to take a shit. I think it was them tacos you made last night finally running through me,” he jested.

Slapping his shoulder, he winced as if he was really in pain. I giggled as he grabbed me by the side of my neck and brought me into him. That quick peck he normally gave me before dipping out was replaced with a soft and sensual kiss. My entire body felt like it was on fire from a simple gesture.

A gentle moan escaped, and he broke the connection right then and there. “Man, hell nah. You a dangerous muthafucka and you know it. I’ll be home on time, Ma. Keep the pussy wet and the walls tight,” he voiced as he stepped around me.

I couldn’t do shit but let him have it. He grabbed up his briefcase leaving the plans to the bank and his notebook behind. I didn’t budge until I felt like he was good and gone. I rushed to the bedroom and snatched up the first pair of shorts and sleeveless shirt I came across. I was dressed within twenty minutes. Forest Hill Memorial was no more than fifteen minutes away from the condo, so I was making good timing.

Once I had my bob flowing like the wind, I touched up on my makeup, hit my neck with a few sprays of Versace, then headed for the living room. The plans were folded and placed into a folder while his journal was tucked underneath it. The keys to my bike were in the key dish, so I grabbed those and continued right on out the door.

Pregnant or not, I was more excited about taking a drive than anything. I didn’t have D-Row hovering over me telling me what I could and couldn’t do. The breeze hit different when you were one with the wind. Me and Green Goblin had a special relationship going on. Not once did she drop me off in a ditch, hit another driver, or give out on me. GG was my favorite getaway.

I made my way to the parking deck moments later. Climbing on my bike, I cranked baby girl up and was on my way. I bobbed and weaved through traffic like a pro as usual. The girls would beat me to the gravesite, but I wasn’t too far behind.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into the cemetery spotting my sisters and their bikes immediately. With a smile on my face, I parked next to them. Both Dice and Rebel were laughing so I figured it was a good time to let them in on a few things. Rose had no choice but to listen.

Walking over, I gave them both hugs before gently placing my hand on Rose’s tombstone.

You’re missed just as much as you’re loved, sis’.

“Rebel look at her hand and tell me if I’m tripping or not,” Dice said pointing out my diamond ring.

“Trust me, I saw it. D-Row must be handling business. Correct me if I’m wrong though, but ain’t she scared of commitment?” Rebel teased.

“Let’s be clear, I’m very much still scared. However, I would rather be scared with D than with someone else. Plus, that nigga popped my cherry. I wasn’t gon’ love nobody but him,” I explained.

The girls nodded in agreeance but then Dice damn near tackled me with another hug. I knew if no one else would be happy for ya girl, she would. We might’ve fussed and fought, but this heffa was my ace boon coon. I giggled at her response to our conversation and hugged her back.

“This what I don’t miss. Y’all too mushy for me,” Rebel chimed. She walked over to my bike and pulled out the file I had tucked. “What’s this, Kash?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell y’all about. Bitch, don’t you know D-Row and them Saints plan on robbing them white muthafuckas blind. The renovations to Ross Savings & Loans ain’t even supposed to be in his possession. Him as the bank manager gives him a fuckin’ advantage while they’re moving the vault. Look in the journal at his game plan. Y’all think I got this planning shit down to a T, D mapped that shit out brick by brick and it’s fuckin’ brilliant!”

Rebel began to look over the plans and smiled from how well it was put together. “Damn, this shit is brilliant, sis’.”

“I know that. But my question is, why you steal my shit, Sol?”

Declan’s voice caused all of us to jump and release a small yelp. Nobody heard him pull up and the sad part is, it was broad daylight, one of us should’ve seen him pull up.