Jae and his manager walked up to him and exchanged goodbyes, before they all hopped in separate vehicles. Atlanta’s business trip was a success and they all wanted to lay low while his name was buzzing. It would make people more interested in what Shemel was going to do next. Like his daddy always told him, “Stay low and let them speculate.” Growing up, he didn’t know what he meant but he definitely knew now. He was good at staying low, even when he was in the streets. People were going to speculate whether they knew his next move or not.
Hopping in his navy blue Charger, Shemel pulled away from his spot and hopped into traffic. He needed to go to the warehouse first if he wanted his plans to fall through. Since Brix wasn’t answering any of his calls, the next best thing he thought to do was go through Carissa. Pierre was feeling some type of way about her and surely he would give up her credentials. To say the least, he was desperate. Going two weeks without seeing Brix had him missing her something terrible. Tiffany was now a thing of the past and was glad. Her pussy was straight, but he couldn’t help but to visualize Brix as he stroked her insides. This girl had his head gone.
Turning his radio up, he blasted one of Vino’s songs and bobbed his head. His manager had let him know he was in the process of setting something up with the young cat and Shemel couldn’t wait. It was something about seeing a young nigga on his shit that made him feel like this rap shit was way more than talking about hoes and gangbanging like people portrayed it to be. True, there were hoes, but there were always going to be hoes. That’s nothing new.
Vino was young, talented, had his head on straight, and was hungry. A hungry nigga with a purpose and skill was deadly, and Shemel wanted to put him on to the real shit in the music world before it corrupted him. It could easily be done and he hoped it hadn’t already. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he focused on the task at hand. Brix was in for a rude awakening if she thought he was gone let her petty antics slide. The fact that Shemel knew nothing about the incident that had taken place only meant one thing; it didn’t get the response Reilyn was hoping for. She expected for everybody to be blowing Shemel’s phone up about it, but they weren’t. Whether he found out through a source or by Brix herself, Rei wasn’t recanting on her task at hand.
Pulling up to the warehouse, Shemel hopped out and walked inside. All of the young niggas—mainly his cousins— greeted him with a head nod or a dap. The re-up had just came through the previous day and it was time to hit the streets. Shemel grinned as he walked through, remembering the days he used to be on the block all night. He still was some days, but only when his presence was needed. The team could move without him, but appreciated his level headiness. Unlike Pierre, who could be a hot head at times, Shemel always stayed calm no matter the situation. Flipping out and acting off of emotion had never been his thing when it came to the streets. Walking further into the spot, he heard Fatz and Ricky arguing.
“How much you wanna bet nigga? If you think he ain’t fuck ole girl, you a fool,” Ricky said hype.
“I ain’t betting on that hoe. I hope my nigga didn’t smash shawty,” Fatz replied.
Shemel shook his head at the two and spoke up.
“Damn, y’all speaking on my dick,” he said joking.
“Nah nigga, we praying over that mufucka,” Fatz said making everybody laugh. Everybody except Shemel.
“I’m good. I strapped up,” he replied, flopping down on the sectional.
“Told you nigga! So how was it? She got some kill?” Ricky asked.
Grinning, Shemel nodded his head. She did have some good shit, but that’s about it. Her conversation was cool, but not cool enough to keep around. Tiffany was definitely just something to do because there was honestly nothing to do. As soon as they were finished, Shemel had the driver pull back up to take her home. Staying the night was out of the question. He didn’t condone any of that laying up shit, especially with a chick he had just met. Giving her the dick was one thing, but to cuddle afterwards? That was a definite no.
“She a hoe though. You know how many niggas she done fucked?” Fatz asked.
“You fuck her?” Ricky replied with a smirk.
“Nah, but—”
“Exactly nigga! Hoes be having the best pussy. Ain’t that right,” Ricky laughed, slapping hands with Pierre and Shemel.
“Sure do. That’s why yo so called girl got two kids and they not yours?” Fatz said, cracking up.
Smacking his lips, Ricky shook his head.
“Don’t even get started on her man. I don’t fool with her no more though. For real.”