Page 8 of Gang of Roses: Kash

The water couldn’t warm up before my ass was under it. Washing the day off was the only thing I was capable of doing at the moment. I knew when I sat at the table with my family, they were gon’ look to me to speak first. They always did.

Being the eldest meant all responsibility fell on me. If we were in a place of dysfunction, it was on me to bring us out. When funds got low, they expected me to fill the hole.

Was it more than a nigga could handle?

Hell nah. I just wished the game didn’t require me putting their lives at risk to get and stay ahead. I’d rather play alone but my siblings insisted on being a part of it. My parents wouldn’t let me move without them so at the end of the day, the Saint’s was all we knew.

After spending a generous amount of time in the shower washing my ass, I finally stepped out. Wrapping myself in a towel, I walked back into the room. With my phone ringing, that grabbed my attention first. Anybody that needed me was already under the same roof as me so I was confused on who could be hitting me. My cell was retrieved from my briefcase. I quickly checked the caller ID and smirked from the name.

Sliding my thumb across the screen, I answered with, “What’s up beautiful?”

“I’m in town for a while, come see me. Same hotel, same room.”

“Yes ma’am. Gimme a couple hours. I just got to the crib and shit. Let me break bread with my family and then I’ll be to see you,” I informed her.

She released a small chuckle before saying, “Tell them I said hello. Don’t make me wait for too long, D-Row.”

“When do I ever?” I replied still smirking.

“There’s been times. I want whatever Ma Sasha cooked and D… pack a bag.”

“A nigga get to spinnanight? Yeah, you in a hell of a mood beautiful. A couple hours and I got you.”

She wasted no time hanging up on a nigga. I was a womanizer before her, now she be having me waiting around for her to grace me with her presence. My family say I’m whipped and I don’t deny it. That’s my bitch through and through, but she’ll never admit it. Let her tell it, anything that requires commitment is too much for her to handle. I understood her thought process to certain extent.

Tossing the phone on the bed, I proceeded to get dressed and pack that muthafuckin’ bag. I wasn’t letting nan opportunity pass. I could promise you I was staying as long as she wanted me to and try to squeeze in an extra night if possible. That pussy was too good not to bargain for more.

Moments later, I was finally together and ready to take in my family for the evening. Walking into the kitchen, I found my younger siblings surrounding my mother waiting for a plate. All I could do was shake my head. Sasha Saint was gon’ give every single one of us what we asked for as if we were still lil’ ass kids. That wasn’t gon’ ever stop.

“Aye, back the fuck up and let my mama breathe, man. Y’all do the same shit every night. I don’t even know why she kept letting that nigga knock her up,” I playfully fussed.

“Cause this nigga got it like that,” my pops said entering from behind.

He slapped my shoulder then gripped it tightly. “What’s going on son?”

“What it do, Pops?” I greeted with a small laugh.

“You tell me. It’s been months. What’s new?”

His inquiry seemed to grab the attention of everyone in the kitchen. They stopped moving and looked right at me for answers.

Nodding, I realized how much of a staple I was for them. “I’ll meet everybody at the table and tell you what I got.”

They returned the nodded gesture. Plates of food were fixed, then one behind another, we filed into the dining room. My parents took the head, as me and Donovan took the right, leaving Deonna and Draymond on the left. Three sons and one daughter, no matter how much Deonna wanted us to refer to her gay ass as a boy. My father gave my mother the exact number of kids she asked for before getting a vasectomy. She gave him no back talk either. She was satisfied.

I couldn’t even bite into my food good without having all eyes on me. They were ready and all ears. Shaking my head, I dropped the fork and sat back. I guess this was what being the head meant.

“There’s a customer who wants to move his money in cash from Ross Savings & Loans. This isn’t his main branch, but it’s the one that carries more than enough to snag. He has a lil’ over three million dollars that’ll be in cash. We taking it before he can even deposit it again,” I ranted.

“How?” Draymond questioned. He was the quiet one. No matter what was happening around him, he was gon’ remain cool, calm, and collected.

“His appointment is Friday at five. It’ll take me and my team a lil’ over an hour to go over the count with him. He’s moving vintage diamonds from his safety deposit box as well. By the time he leave the bank, it should be around six-thirty. All banks are closed and won’t be open until Monday. Donnie, this is where you come in.”

“Hell yeah!” he shouted with excitement.

Everybody at the table gave him that look to calm down. He couldn’t wait to play his part. Although he was a wild boy, he damn sure ain’t play with a soul when it was time to lock in. Hesitation wasn’t in him, and I loved that ‘bout him. He was the first to shoot, but he wasn’t reckless with it.

“Donovan, let him speak,” Pops chimed.