When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie by KC Mills Read Free Book Online

’cause you know I don't give a fuck,” I said with a cocky grin.
    “It's not about Royce and you know it, Yosiah. It's about all the hoes you got on deck. I don't have time to be fucking up those thirsty ass hoes you call yourself messing with on the daily because they wanna step to me about you. You get rid of them and I’ll tell Royce. Until then, you're not my man.”
    She pulled away and I let her because I didn't want to have an argument and ruin our plans for later. She was in her chair again, so I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
    “Yeah, whatever, Noine. Can't nobody step to you about shit that concerns me cause there ain't no female out there that can claim me but you, and you know that. Hit me when you’re ready to roll, and don't wear no little ass shit like that. I'm trying to chill tonight, and don't wanna have to fuck anybody up for stepping to you the wrong way.”
    “I’ll wear what I want, Siah,” was all she said, purposely ignoring what I said about other females.
    Hell, it was true. I might not have been committed to her, but she was the only female who could get away with claiming me without me fucking them up over it. I didn't play that shit.
    She rolled her eyes and I stepped around her desk, but she called my name and pointed to the chair I had moved.
    I shook my head and lifted the chair then placed it back in front of her desk before heading out. Nonie kept me stressed on the real, but she could get that with her fine ass.

Jock
    The second I rolled up on the block I got heated. These niggas just couldn't do right unless you were sitting there holding their got damn hands. That was the main reason why I didn't want Siah’s crazy ass running through here. He’d fuck around and shoot all these muthafuckers, and I would be spending all my time trying to find people to move this shit for us.
    Siah was smart as fuck and a good business man, but he didn't have patience for shit. That was my job. I’d fuck a nigga up if they couldn't get their shit together, but Siah just didn't give anybody a chance for shit. It was all black and white with him, no gray areas, and sometimes you had to be willing to accept the gray areas.
    I chuckled thinking about it. That was my dude though, and I’d give my life to protect his, no questions asked. Reason being, I knew that he would offer the same. Shit, we had both been on the receiving end of bad situations where it was gonna cost us one life or the other. Because we stuck that shit out, not giving a fuck, we are both still standing today. That was rare these days because people didn't give a fuck about family or loyalty. Siah was both loyal and family, so I returned the favor.
    People always looked at me with the side eye, like ‘why you working for that nigga? Do your own thing’, but fuck what ya heard, this is a partnership. I just don't like my name on shit, and Siah was cool with that. We split money fifty/fifty, and we both put in equal amounts of time, just in different ways. I handled the employees and the street shit, because that was my thing, and like I said, Siah was working with a short fuse. He handled the business side and made sure we kept our legit businesses running to cover up for our street sales.
    I couldn't fuck with that. I had hood logic and wasn't with that business shit. That was Siah’s deal, and he was good at it. If you look at his ass, all you see was a damn thug, tatted, wild wooly hair that was never combed, and bullet holes in his face. But when that nigga needed to clean up and get his grown man on to go shake hands and sign paperwork with the suits, better believe he represented. I just wasn't with it. Jeans and Jays ’til I die. Fuck that. If I ever lock down a shorty that I want forever with, I’m marrying her ass in a pair of jeans and Jays. If she can't get with that, then she ain't for me.
    But all and all, me and my nigga were getting money and living nice. I had his back, front, side, and middle,