Page 33 of The Key To His Soul
“CAP!” Jay called it.
“Yo’ ass don’t ever ask questions just to ask,” Tay added. “What nigga got you ready to eat pussy?”
“What?! Taylin, don’t play wit’ me.”
They both cracked up laughing.
“Nah, forreal though,” Jay said, “who you know that’s wit’ it?”
“Y’all irritating. This guy I met has two women, and I was just asking a question, goddamn.” I had a feeling that I had opened the door for them to now flip the script and get to questioning me.
“Is it the nigga from the club?” Jay asked.
I caught Tay slick trying to gesture for Jay to shut up and shook my head.
“How you know about a nigga from the club?”
Jay immediately pointed to Tay, who shot him an incredulous look.
“Y’all ain’t no better than the girls. What, y’all in a group chat with Aura and Enzo too?”
Before either of them could reply, the elevator door opened, and Aura stepped off.
“Here come Thing 1 now,” I said.
“What’s good?”
“Shit,” Taylin greeted first, giving him a pound. “Talkin’ to Key about her new lifestyle.”
“Shut up talkin’ ‘bout me like I ain’t sitting right here.” I scowled at him, getting up to hug Aura.
“She ‘bout to be a nigga girlfriend number three,” Jay cosigned, wasting no time adding fuel to the fire.
“Didn’t nobody say none of that.” I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger.
Aura gave me that inquisitive look he gave everybody when he was trying to figure them out.
With my hand on my hip, I rolled my neck. “What?”
“That nigga, Mehki, good people and all, but don’t let that man talk you into nothin’ you ain’t wit’ forreal. I know you, and that poly shit ain’t ya style.”
I narrowed my eyes and broke out in a slow smirk. “You in my business?”
“So long as your last name is the same as mine, yes,” he replied without an ounce of shame. “Inventory good?”
“Yep. Sent everything to your phone. I’m heading out. Bye, nuccas.”
Pulling the elevator door open, I stepped inside.
“Kyiris,” Aura called out to me.
I turned my head slightly, looking back over my shoulder. “Yeah.”
“Good people don’t mean exempt from a bullet. Be mindful about how you move and don’t get that nigga killed, aight?”
I held his gaze for a few seconds before replying. “Noted.”
I rode the elevator upstairs to the main floor and headed out to my car. There was something reassuring about knowing that Aura knew Mehki. His warning didn’t make me feel uneasy, maybe because it was expected. I knew how my family was coming about me. But if he called Mehki good peoples that meant something. So far, Mr. Mehki was looking alright in my book. He’d checked off a few boxes, and I was looking forward to him checking off a few more.
