Another Hood Love 2 by Jontu' Page B

knew way too much. If I ever caught up with that hoe, I was airing her ass out on sight.
    “Damn, that’s crazy, y’all just please be careful,” China said, looking back and forth between Lexis and me. “You know I don’t have much family and the ones that I do have, I’m not close to. Y’all are like my family and I don’t know how many more losses I can take,” she said, getting teary eyed as she spoke.
    “Aww shit, don’t give her crybaby ass any more drinks. This bitch getting sensitive now,” Lexis said and we all laughed as China gave us the middle finger.
    China was hella sensitive. She would cry over commercials, movies and books. Lexis and I always made fun of her, saying that she needed to carry Kleenex everywhere since she was always crying.
    “What y’all thots over here giggling about?” Greg said as he pulled a chair up next to us.
    I looked up as Gio was also walking over with Mr. Gold Chains and his patna. My heartbeat instantly sped up. I ended up taking my remaining shots and watched as they walked over as I only half-listened to the conversation in front of me.
    “Jae Money, what you looking at? Gone with that shit,” Gio said, busting me out as he approached and the trio pulled up seats in our little circle.
    I almost died when Mr. Gold Chains sat down next to me. I was so nervous that I pulled out my phone and began looking through my text messages as if one would suddenly appear. Shit, this man had me tweaking.
    “What y’all all ducked off over here talking about?” Gio asked as he leaned over and kissed China on the lips. They were so mushy.
    I rolled my eyes. “Well since this nigga Gio clearly ain’t got no manners, I’m Jaeda, and this is my best friend Lexis and I’m sure y’all seem to know everyone else,” I said, throwing my empty Jell-O container at Gio.
    Mr. Gold Chains gave me a sexy ass smirk as he held out his hand for me to shake. “Well my name is Quinton but everybody calls me Big Money Q and that’s my cousin, Dolo.” Q was still holding on to my hand and for some reason, I couldn’t move it out his clutches.
    “Nigga, you better let my sister hand go!” Gio said, half-joking.
    I hurriedly pulled my hand away and gave Q a nervous smile before opening my mouth to speak. “So, Big Money Q,” I said, putting emphasis on the Big Money part, “where are y’all from? Because I ain’t ever seen y’all around before.” I pulled a blunt wrap and some weed from my purse and began to roll up some good.
    “We were born and raised out here, North Oakland, but we stay out in Vegas now. We usually come out here like twice a month but we got businesses out that way,” Q said as he took the other blunt wrap from my lap and started rolling up as well.
    I nodded my head. I knew Gio’s eyes were on me so I occupied myself with rolling up a few blunts before starting a rotation as we engaged in small talk. I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling some type of way about Q but I couldn’t help it. The man was sexy as fuck, no kids, paid and he was also charming and goofy as hell. How could he bring this wonderful man here and expect me not to be smitten? Shit, Quinton was like the prototype for the Black American King and I couldn’t do shit but respect it.
    China had gotten up to check on the kids and I had gotten up to make me a plate. As I was piling some baked macaroni and cheese on my plate, I could smell Q’s cologne sneak up on me. It was crazy because I loved the way Issey Miyake Bleue smelled and this man had the nerve to be parading around in the shit. I resisted the urge to turn around because I was afraid he would be able to sense that my panties were soaked just by his presence.
    “So you was going to bring yo greedy ass over here and not make me a plate?” he asked as his lips brushed my earlobe.
    I laughed nervously. “Boy, please. I ain’t ya bitch to be up making plates. I don’t spoil niggas,” I said as I turned towards him, reaching across