Turned Out By A Boss(41)

“That shit is a gold mine,” Kuazie commented. Breaking down the math in his head.

After the little break down of Raiden’s hustle, the two remained silent stuck in their own thoughts. While they both had questions for the other. Neither person said anything but instead kept it to their self.

“Aye take me to my spot,” Kuazie said tapping his shoulder. “I'ma get somebody to come get me so I don't need you to stay with me,” he assured since that he already texted Denim the address and she was sure to be on her way soon.

Raiden said nothing as he sped off towards the belt parkway. He didn't understand why Kuazie always made it a point to come back to what he referred to as his spot. All it was sure to do was have him doing was reminiscing and in his feelings.

Pulling up, he parked on the curb. “Why you always do this to yourself,” Raiden demanded to know.

“It doesn't hurt me to be here. Y'all niggas get emotional when y'all come here. I don't.” he assured him. The truth was being there was his sanctuary. His nerves always seem to calm once he got there.

Shaking his head Raiden turned to him. “Whatever man, I'm out. Hit me up before you head back down,” he said as they pulled each other into a hug.

Kuazie stood on the porch and watched his little cousin speed off. Probably just trying to get away from the house. Retrieving his key from his pocket, he unlocked the door. Smiling he could tell his grandmother had been there recently by the faint smell of lavender that lightly lingered in the air and the groomed bed of flowers outside.

Slowly, he made his way throughout the house. Checking to see if everything was in its place before heading upstairs to his old room. He couldn't help but to think about the times he had when he lived there with his mom and brother.

Denim

“Treasure keep an eye on my baby. Cause your ass stay in that phone.” Denim scolded.

“Hoe don't check me. I'm doing your hungover ass a favor. Now go on.” she said shooing her away.

Denim laughed as she placed a few more kisses on Rhia’s face before leaving out the door. With being hungover, the last thing she wanted to do was be outside. All morning her face was in the toilet were one, but here she was now looking fresh and new as she strutted to the rental car they'd gotten at the airport.

Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from

Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin

There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back

Those gats to your backs for my boy

What part of the game is that, huh?

Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact

My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for

Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for

'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde

It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental

I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?

What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you

And my baby three-eighty at my side

And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug

My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

Singing the lyrics to Ja Rule’s and Charlie Baltimore’s down ass bitch as she pulled into the driveway of the address Kuazie texted her she smiled seeing him standing in the doorway already waiting for her. Turning the music off she hopped out of the car and headed straight for him.

“I heard your ass coming about a block away. I'm shocked your head don't hurt with the way you came in last night.” He said smiling as she walked into his arms.

Denim giggled. “I popped an ibuprofen before I came. I'm sorry about last night too,” she offered wrapping her arms around him, softly pecking his lips. “That little ass Kia bump, though,” she laughed referring to the rental.

Pulling her into the house he took her to the steps leading up to his old room. “I didn't know you guys still have this house. I thought it probably would have been hard since you know.”

“It was at first but it got easier. My grandma wanted to keep the house since it is in my granddads name and all,” he replied.

Walking into the room, Denim immediately smiled. The memories the two of them shared in that room were sometimes amazing and sometimes horrible. All in all, they were memories with her first love.

“I see nothing's changed,” she said referring to the fact that the room was the same from when she met him when she was thirteen. He still had his all black curtains with the matching black carpet that she used to love to walk on barefoot. The black dresser that held up the small 32” tv and his bed that sat to the wall with no headboard.

“What you smiling for?” he asked pulling her down along with him. Getting comfortable, she kicked off her sneakers and crawled up to the top of the bed.

“Just thinking. We experienced a lot in here,” she smiled.

Looking around Kuazie couldn't help but to agree. This was their little hide out on many occasions. Sitting here now as opposed to all the other times did something to him. “You okay?” Denim asked seeing the tears well up in his eyes.

“I just remember all the times we'd be laid up and Quasier’s ass would bust in here blocking,” he laughed. “Damn I miss my bro, man.” Tears now running down his face.