“Nah. Yo’ ass is being obtuse on purpose.”
“If she waited around for me to put flowers and shit out in her room, she would have been waiting forever.”
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” I chuckled and shook my head. “You gon’ have to tighten up if you plan on making it married for two years though.”
“She needs this marriage, not me.” Rook said simply. “Whether we make it or not don’t really affect me.”
“Tell that shit to King then.” I pressed a few buttons on my monitor and watched as they all started to flip between cameras, recalibrating quickly. “You committed to making shit work with this woman so that’s what you need to do. To my knowledge, King ain’t put a gun to your head when it was just the two of y’all alone. Or did he?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then take responsibility and adjust.”
“Easier said than done.”
“If nobody know how true that shit is, I do.”
“Yeah, I know.” He exhaled. “Shit gon’ be good for you though. For real.” He hit me on the shoulder and leaned in over me, his eyes focused on the top screen.
“Can you shift this one?”
“Yeah. Which way?”
“Lil bit to the left.”
“Got it.” I tapped into the specific camera he was talking about and moved it a little bit.
“Right there,” he instructed.
I stopped the camera then recalibrated it one more time. “Good?”
“Good.”
Knocking sounded through the room and Rook and I both looked back briefly before I flipped through to the camera outside of the main door. I lifted an eyebrow but buzzed King in. We watched on the screen as he made his trek down to the room and typed his own code into the second door to get it open.
We both turned around to greet him.
“What’s up?”
“What’s up?” King walked over to me and dapped us both up. “Y’all busy?”
“Nah. Not really.” I locked my computer screen and turned around fully in my chair. “What’s up?”
“Let’s talk while I have y’all both here.”
King walked further inside, pulling the door in place behind him. He yanked a chair over to him and sat across from us and Rook took a seat of his own.
I pushed my glasses up and gestured to King.
“The floor is yours.”
“Alright, well look you know I’m not the type of man to beat around the bush so I’m going to look you in your face while I ask you this question and I’m going to do it in front of our brother. You seeing Asante or what, Bishop?”
“Does it matter?” I countered.
“If it didn’t matter I wouldn’t be asking you about it. Be real with me.”
“You asking as my brother or the head of my family?”
