Indigo serviced the other woman who was standing there and walked away over six hundred dollars richer. She’d just found a bomb ass vendor for lashes and she couldn’t wait to start selling those too.
“You good baby?” Boss asked when she got back in the car.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I hope you don’t think your ex bitch scares me,” Indigo replied while pulling off.
“Fuck all them hoes,” Boss replied while grabbing her free hand as she drove with the other. Indigo was happy when they pulled up to her father’s house and saw his car parked in the driveway. She and Boston got out of the car, preparing to get their bikes and ride out. Indigo frowned when she saw Boston about to ring the doorbell.
“I wish the fuck I would knock or ring the bell at my daddy’s house,” Indigo said while opening the door with her key and walking inside.
Her broke, sad ass brother, Irvin, Jr., was laid out on the sofa watching tv with the phone up to his ear. He waved at her and Boss as they walked through the living room and headed to the kitchen.
“Hey daddy’s baby,” Irvin said with a smile when he saw Indigo.
Hie wife, Cynthia, was standing at the stove fixing a plate while, Ivy, her sister was sitting on a bar stool at the counter. Ivy frowned at her father’s greeting, even though she’d heard it a million times before. Before Indigo came along, she was her father’s baby girl.
“Good evening,” Boss spoke.
“Hey son. How’s it going?” Irvin asked while giving Boss a pat on the back.
“I’m good. Just coming to get the bikes and go for a ride,” Boss replied.
“Hey Boston. Are you hungry? I got some crawfish etouffee and fried fish,” Cynthia offered.
“Nah, I’m straight. Me and Indie are gonna grab something to eat while we’re out,” he replied.
“Are you sure? You don’t know what you’re missing, trust me,” Ivy flirtatiously noted.
Although she was engaged to be married, that never stopped her from lusting after her sister’s best friend. Ivy and her fiancé had just purchased a home that they were getting renovated. Instead of signing a new lease on their apartment, they moved in with her parents until the work was done. That also helped them to save money for furniture and whatever else they needed. Ivy was a social worker at a local elementary school and her fiancé was an offshore welder. Between the two of them, they made a pretty decent income. Ivy loved her man, but he was gone away from home too much. She got lonely sometimes and used other men to fill the void.
“Nah, I’m good,” Boston said, declining once again.
“Do you want something to eat baby? We have plenty,” Irvin offered, since his wife didn’t. He couldn’t wait until they were alone, so he could tell her off just like he often did.
“No, I’m okay.” Indigo smiled.
“Okay, let me go grab the keys for y’all and open the garage,” Irvin replied while walking away.
“What’s been up with you, Boston? I haven’t see you in a few days,” Ivy said while licking her lips as she looked at him.
“Ain’t shit. Out here getting this money with Indie,” he replied while grabbing Indigo’s hand. Ivy discreetly rolled her eyes but she knew better than to say anything to her wild ass little sister. They’d had enough fights when they were growing up for her to know better.
“Legally, I hope. Jail is no place for a decent human being,” Cynthia replied as she looked at Indigo, letting her know that she was throwing shade.
“The fuck are you trying to say?” Boston asked angrily. Indigo squeezed his hand, letting him know that she was good. He knew that Cynthia was trying to throw shade at her and he wasn’t feeling it. Behind Indigo, he could get very disrespectful.
Indigo was used to her stepmother taking shots at her and it didn’t bother her as much as it used to. She always tried to put her kids on a pedestal, but they weren’t shit. Her son was a bum who lived off his parents. He tried his hand at everything from rapping to producing and anything in between. Now, he kept a few dollars in his pockets by selling bootleg movies and mix tapes. And Ivy was no better. Cynthia was always throwing her degree up in everybody’s faces, but Indigo still made more than she did just with her hair business. Add her other incomes to it and Ivy couldn’t touch her. A degree didn’t always mean more money and she was proof of that. Besides that, Ivy was nothing more than an educated hoe. While her man was offshore making money, she was busy using the money that he made to pay for dick.
“Don’t worry about it bestie. My daddy will get you out just like he always did for me. He never tells his baby girl no for anything. Being the youngest child has its perks. My mama picked a good one.” Indigo smiled, knowing that she was getting under her stepmother’s skin.
Cynthia wanted to reply but she was too upset to say anything. She knew that it would have come out all wrong and she didn’t want to be into it with her husband. True, it wasn’t Indigo’s fault that she was conceived out of an extra marital affair but she couldn’t get past it. It also didn’t help that she looked exactly like Precious. Cynthia was no fool. The love that her husband had for Indigo was a result of the love that he had for her mother. Precious was beautiful and her husband always reminded Indigo that she was beautiful just like her. Looking at Indigo was a reminder of the woman who, even in death, still had her husband’s heart.
“Here you go baby. And y’all be careful out there. People don’t respect motorcycles like they should,” Irvin said while handing them their keys.
“You worry too much.” Indigo smiled while kissing his cheek.
“You’re my baby. It’s my job to worry,” Irvin replied as he walked them to the door.
“Don’t be a stranger Boston! Come back and see us sometimes!” Cynthia yelled before they walked out the door. His little outburst was quickly forgiven and forgotten.
“What? I didn’t even say shit,” Boss said when Indigo looked over at him and frowned.
“Whatever nigga,” Indigo snapped.
“Come on Indie, please don’t start that dumb shit,” he begged. He was an asshole to everybody else, but his best friend got the vulnerable side of him.
“Just stop talking to me, Boston.”
“Are you mad with me?” he asked her.
“No, let’s just go,” Indigo replied.
Irvin waited until they got on their bikes and drove away before he locked up the garage and headed back inside. His wife and daughter were still in the kitchen where he’d left them.
“Are you ready to eat baby?” Cynthia asked him.
“No, but let me talk to you for a minute,” he replied while walking down the hall towards his office.
Cynthia sighed but she already knew the drill. She and Irvin were about to have yet another argument about his illegitimate child. The same argument that they’d been having for the past twenty-three years.
“ Good morning pretty girl.” Boss smiled as one of the students from his route stepped onto the bus.
“Good morning Mr. Adams,” she replied, smiling sweetly.
“Did you eat breakfast this morning?” Boston asked her.
“Yeah, my mama made me some waffles,” she replied while he nodded in admiration.
It warmed his heart to know that some parents actually loved and took care of their kids. He didn’t get that from his own mother but he was blessed to have his uncle Ray and Precious. They showed him unconditional love and he appreciated that more than anything. Now, all he had left was Indigo. He never had to wonder about her because her love was without limits.
Boss continued on his way and made a few more stops and sales. He usually made about five hundred in the mornings and a little over five hundred in the afternoons. He didn’t know what was up with that morning but he’d already made a little over eight hundred and he wasn’t even at the end of his route. Boston knew without a doubt that his second to last stop was going to be the best. It was right near the projects and they always showed love. It wasn’t just the crack
that they were after around that way. They wanted weed and heroine too. Indigo hated that he had drugs around the kids but they never saw them. He had his stuff packaged right and they would have never known what it was. It was the easiest way for him to make money but, if he ever got caught, he would never see daylight again. Having drugs near a school was bad but having it on the bus with the students was a death sentence.
“What’s up Boss?” one of the parents on his next stop spoke.
“What you trying to get?” Boss countered in a whisper.
“I got sixty to spend,” she said excitedly.
Boss looked at her and frowned when he saw her son get on the bus. His face was crusty and his hair looked like a nappy mess. His shirt was out of his pants and his shoes weren’t tied. They looked too small for him and they were falling apart. It looked like he got right out of bed and got dressed. Boss got off the bus and closed the doors before he spoke.
“Get the fuck away from my bus hoe. You out here trying to buy dope and got your son going to school looking homeless,” he fumed.
“Nah, he’s good. He just went to bed too late last night and he’s tired,” she replied.
“You’re his mother. It’s your job to make sure he goes to bed on time. Did you even see how he got on the bus looking? That’s fucked up. Some of you hoes don’t even deserve to have kids,” Boss fumed.
“Come on Boss. Don’t do me like that. You’re right; that’s my fault, but I’m trying to do better. Let me get something, please,” she begged as she handed him the money.
She was desperate and Boss was the only one who could get her right. She didn’t know who he got his dope from but it was the best she’d ever had. She hated to spend her money with the dudes in her neighborhood because their shit was weak. They hated that Boss was taking all their business and, because of that, he had lots of enemies.
“Thank you. I’m going buy your son some shoes since it don’t look like you ever will,” he replied while walking away.
“Come on Boss. That’s my last sixty!” she yelled.
“Good and it’s going on your son instead of dope,” he replied while getting back on the bus and pulling off.
Boss was heated as he looked in the rearview mirror at the little boy who couldn’t seem to stay awake. Once he went to his last stop, he dropped the kids off at school and watched as they all walked in. The little boy was still on the bus sleeping until Boss walked over and woke him up.
“I’m tired,” he whined as he stretched and yawned.
“I know you are lil man. Did you eat?” Boss asked as he grabbed the small duffle bag that he kept on the bus.
“No,” the little boy said while shaking his head.
Boss reached into the bag and grabbed him a pack of donuts. While he ate it, Boss used that time to brush his hair and tie his shoes. He looked inside of one of them to check his size before he did. Once he was done, he gave him a small bottle of orange juice. He wiped his face with the baby wipes that he had and tucked his shirt in his pants.
“You good lil man? Are you straight now?” Boss asked him.
“Yeah, I’m full,” he replied while rubbing his little belly. He seemed to be full of energy now and Boss was happy to see that.
“Good. Have a good day and don’t fall asleep in class,” Boss said as he watched him get off the bus and run into the school.
Once he left the school, Boss drove the bus to Dixie’s where he kept it parked. He stashed his dope in his usual hiding place behind the bar before getting into his car and driving off. As soon as he did, Keema called his phone.
“Hey boo,” she cooed sexily when Boss answered the phone.
“What’s good?” Boss asked.
“Are you coming through?” Keema countered.
“Nah, it’s too early for all that,” Boss replied while lighting his blunt.
“Ari ain’t here. Her daughter had a doctor’s appointment but fuck her. It ain’t like I went behind her back and started fucking you,” Keema snapped.
Truthfully, Ari really wasn’t her friend, Quita was. She and Quita had known each other since elementary and they had been best friends for years. Quita used to work at Hooters before she started stripping full time and that was how she and Ari met.
“What about your other roommate?” Boss asked, referring to Quita.
He didn’t give a fuck about Ari either but he wasn’t ready to get busted just yet. He enjoyed the game that he was playing with Keema and Quita. The thrill of possibly getting caught made it even better. The beauty of being a single man was that he didn’t have anyone to answer to. It gave him a rush knowing that he was fucking two roommates at the same time. They were tiptoeing around Ari when they should have been watching out for each other.
“Quita is not here. C’mon Boss, come through, please. I still have on my uniform,” Keema moaned, knowing that it turned Boss on. He loved to see her on her knees in her police uniform.
“Where your nigga at? You shouldn’t be out here begging for dick when he put that big ass rock on your finger,” Boss replied.
“He’s at work but I don’t want to fuck him. I want you,” Keema said.
She never mentioned to Boss or her friends that she and her fiancé had never had sex before. Her man was the son of a pastor and he didn’t believe in sex before marriage. His first wife died in a car accident and he and Keema had been dating for two years. She was an entirely different person around him because she had to be. She had to watch what she said and how she dressed and it was hard being that way all the time. He was a good man and she loved him, but she was no virgin and she needed sex. She didn’t know how she was going to cut Boss off once she got married because she was hooked. If her husband didn’t satisfy her like she wanted him to, she was almost sure that she would cheat to get her needs met.
“Nigga got you out here begging for the dick,” Boss laughed arrogantly.
“Hell yeah. When it’s good like that, I don’t mind begging,” Keema admitted.
“I got shit to do, so I only got an hour to spare,” Boss noted.
“That’s all I need,” Keema said excitedly.
“I’m on my way,” Boss replied before he hung up.
He sent Indigo a text before he headed over to break Keema’s back for a little while.
“Are you sure that your vacation is approved for Miami?” Indigo asked as she and Justice walked back to his car.
They had just eaten dinner when he received a call from his job. They needed him to come in for a few hours on his off day and, just like always, he agreed. Indigo didn’t complain because they had spent the entire day together, as well as the day before.
“Baby, yes, I did that over a month ago. Even if I didn’t, I would still have time. The trip is two months from now,” Justice replied.
“I know. I just don’t want it to be a problem when it’s time to go,” Indigo said.
“There won’t be any problems. Everybody knows how important this vacation is to me,” Justice replied.
“Yeah and you need it. All you do is work. The movies, shopping and dinner is the most excitement you’ve had in a while.”
“I’ll have fun when I retire with six figures in my account. My father worked hard in order for him to live comfortably when he got older and that’s what I’m trying to do,” Justice noted.
“I’m all for working hard but you have to enjoy life too. You’re too young for that. You don’t even enjoy the money that you’re working so hard for,” Indigo replied.
“It’ll all pay off in the long run. I want us to have it all baby. A nice house, some kids and lots of money in the bank,” Justice said as he opened the car door for her to get in.
Although she never asked for anything, Justice wanted to give Indigo the world. The only money that he ever spent was on her and he enjoyed spoiling her. When they got married and started a family, he didn’t want her to work at all. He wanted her job to be taking care of the house and kids, just like his mother had
always done. His views were a little old fashioned but that’s how he was raised. He was raised to be the provider and that was a job that he couldn’t fail or quit.
“I think I’m gonna see if Jaci wants to go hang in Dixie’s for a while. I don’t have anything else to do,” Indigo said once they got home. Justice was busy changing into his work clothes and she was feeling lonely already.
“The strip club?” Justice asked with a frown.
“Why you saying it like that? I work there or did you forget? Besides, they have another side with a bar and dancefloor. That’s where I’ll be,” Indigo countered.
Her mother was a dancer and she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about it. She didn’t appreciate the way Justice seemed repulsed by the thought. Indigo worked both bars at Dixie’s and made good money doing it.
“I know you work there baby. I wasn’t trying to sound judgmental. Just be careful Indigo. Dixie’s is not in the best part of town. I’m leaving. I’ll call you when I’m on my way back. Hopefully, I’ll only have to stay for a few hours. I love you, baby,” Justice said as he pulled her close for a kiss.
“I love you too,” Indigo replied, right before he left.
Once he was gone, she took a shower and got dressed to hit the streets. She was happy when she called Jaci and learned that she, Draco and Boston were already at Dixie’s. After making sure her appearance was on point, Indigo locked up her house and was on her way. Dixie’s always had a nice crowd and being that it was a Thursday mattered none to her customers. The place was packed, so Indigo double parked behind Boston and went inside.
“I thought you were off today,” the bouncer said when Indigo walked up.
“I am. I’m just coming to chill,” she replied while bypassing him. She stopped at the bar and got a drink before walking to the other side of the club.
“I should have known that you would be here soon. Y’all act like y’all are joined at the hip,” Dixie laughed when Indigo walked over to the table.
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