Boss Bitch Swag by Cynthia White Read Free Book Online

took a long swig. “She betta wear it somewhere.”
     
    “Feel me!” m y cousin Pee-Wee agreed.
     
    Pee-Wee was a nickname that started out as a joke. He was only sixteen and was already six - foot - two and two-hundred - and - thirty pounds. He excelled at high-school football and was expected to get a full scholarship to play college ball. The future was looking good for my cuzz. I was proud of him. He promised to hook me up if he made it to the pros. It wasn’t at all necessary, but if got me tickets to a Super Bowl even once – he ’ d be my nigga for life.
     
    “But where she goin’ dressed like that?” Ren continued on with the shit. “Where she goin’ by herself that she need to be dressed like that?” He stood up and pulled a full box of Black and Milds from the pocket of his baggy Polo jeans. In the process, a thick roll of cash fell out onto the floor , and I remembered him well enough to know that it was no accident ; h e wanted everybody in that room to know he was getting’ paid. Ren always had been a flashy nigga.
     
    “She’s takin’ her mama to a play at the Fox , ” I explained as I took the Black and Mild he was offering me from his hand. “After that , they goin’ across the street to The Steakhouse to eat.”
     
    I sat back down on the couch and scanned the room for an ashtray. My cousin Marco saw me and knew exactly what I was searching for. He looked around his legs , knowing he ’ d just used it to put out a roach. It took his high ass a few seconds longer than it should have , but he finally found it between two of the sofa cushions.
     
    “Good lookin ’ out.” I offered my cousin a nod after he stood up and handed me the ashtray. “I appreciate you , ” I joked as I started to feel my beer. Marco and Pee-Wee just laughed. Between the three of us , I ’d always been the jokester. They brought it out in me ; w henever I got around them , I felt at ease. It was comfortable and safe. Nobody fucked with you when you were with Pee-Wee. At five - foot - eight , Marco might have been/spht have the smallest, but he wasn’t to be fucked with either ; h e was the wildest, the one nobody could calm down once some shit popped off. He was probably also the most dangerous. That was good for us - but bad for anybody that had beef with us.
     
    “I’m just sayin’,” Ren pressed on , “she fine as hell - and nigga , you know just like I do that the more fine a chick is, the more scandalous she is.”
     
    “My baby ain’t like that , ” I defended Jasmine. “ You don’t know her.”
     
    I never would have admitted it to any of them, but for a minute I ran with Ren’s theory. Maybe things with Jazz were too good to be true. I knew how she got down before we got together ; s he never even tried to hide it from me. I also knew how much she hated her old life - a t least , that’s what she told me.
     
    The fight was over almost as fast as it began. If you blinked , you probably would have missed the whole thing. Tyson was declared the winner after only one hundred and nine seconds in the ring.
     
    “Man, I can’t believe I paid for this shit , ” I complained. “I straight got swindled.”
     
    “That nigga Tyson a fuckin ’ monsta ! ” Marco declared , making some pose that made him look more like The Incredible Hulk th a n it did Tyson. “Could you imagine gettin’ in the ring with him?”
     
    “Fuck nauh.” I shook my head at the thought. “Shit, he'd have to catch me first.”
     
    Since the fight was over , I switched the channel to BET. They were playing the same videos as earlier , but nobody cared ; all four of us were high as kites , so we were easy to entertain. The barely - dressed , dirty dancing video chicks did the trick. I reached for my half - empty box of Garcia Vegas , getting ready to roll another blunt – when I caught myself looking over at my cell , wondering why Jazz hadn’t called.
     
    “So what happened with you and Gina?” Ren asked