! BOOK TWO OF THE NAS TRILOGY !
What do you give a man who has everything? The Bridge. Nasir "Nas" Jones is now a household name with a reputable catalogue and an enigmatic aura around him. With fallen soldiers at his feet, friendships at stake and...
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I watched Nasir's barber etch a swoop on the left side of his temple. Carefully and precisely. Some things (and haircuts) never change with this man.
The camera crew left to take an hour lunch from filming. It was just Nasir, his barber and I in the room.
It was silent until the barber sprayed his hair line with alcohol after wiping the excess hair from his cut away with a huge brush.
"How we looking, God?" His barber asked him as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. He smiled at the work that his barber had just done.
"Like that nigga." He said as his barber removed the cape from his neck. Nasir extended his hand and arm for a dap as he bumped shoulders with his barber.
"You already know." The barber said back to him. Nasir reached in his pocket, handing him a three one hundred dollar bills folded in half from his wallet.
"Appreciate you for making time last minute." Nasir said as he stood up from the chair as he adjusted his black tee in front of the mirror.
"Of course. Hit me when you need me." The barber nodded his head as a goodbye before shutting the door behind him, taking his equipment right along with him.
"How we looking, kid?"
Nasir stood directly in front of me. His Tuscan Leather cologne greeting me before his fixed smile did. It felt weird not seeing the chipped tooth. Though he got it fixed years ago, it still felt foreign to me.
"Like nineteen ninety-four." I punched his shoulder lightly as I took in his entire frame and build.
"But better." I added in a serious tone.
"Look who's talking." Nasir took my hand and spun me around.
"The mother of my seeds." Nasir said in awe of me as he looked me up and down the moment I stopped spinning.
"That's right." I said with the click of my tongue and my fingernails fanned out. My wedding ring and band blinding Nasir's eyes as I did it.
"I can't thank you enough." Nasir said with deep sincerity as he looked at me.
"Don't you ever get tired of thanking me?" I pushed my hair behind my shoulder as I continued to stand firm in front of Nasir.
"When it comes to you? Hell no."
I was flattered to hear it. For twenty-three years, I've known the man standing before me. I've known him since I was eighteen turning nineteen. Our first child ever was brought into this world with the help of him.
We were immature then. Babies having babies, trying to figure this life shit out. Flying overseas to Italy to jump the broom together. We went through the loss of a child together. The birth of Pria months after that.
