They slapped hands, and Crew guided me away from the chaos by holding his hand on the small of my back.
“Wait, Crew, my car, I can’t move it. My keys are back there behind the valet,” I stuttered, my voice shaky.
“That’s alright. I’ll drive you home,” Crew said, calm but tight in the jaw.
“Okay. I don’t think I can drive anyway, the way my hands are shaking.”
“Don't worry, you safe with me. I'll blow a nigga forehead back if he comes at us.”
I nodded my head and followed behind him towards a matte black Rolls Royce that was the nicest car I’d seen Crew in to date.
When we climbed inside, he immediately locked the doors. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep his cool.
“I lost my fucking necklace in that shit.” He touched his chest.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin up with them niggas.” he muttered, and I instantly became concerned.
“Crew, don’t get yourself in any trouble. You have to think rationally, so don’t go do anything tonight. You’re too pissed off,” I warned.
Crew cut his eyes at me, dark and sharp.
“You talking to me like you my bitch or something?”
“No, I’m talking to you like someone who cares.”
“You care about me, Shorty?” A quick smirk flashed across his face and showed exactly how twisted up his mental state was right now. I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was much more laid back now after that shoot out than I would ever be.
“For real though. I’m sorry they fucked up your night, shorty. I think you, me, and everyone else needed that.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t fuck it up entirely. I had fun for a couple of hours. My night just ended way too early.”
“Not necessarily,” Crew replied, before turning the music up in the car, and I sat back as he watched the rearview mirrors like a bodyguard transporting precious cargo. All I had to tell him was what street I lived on, and he traveled there like a cabbie.
When he pulled up to my condo building, Crew stopped me before I opened the door.
“You sure you straight?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“It’s no problem, gorgeous. You know that.” He reached over and pinched my cheek.
“You know, if you wanted to come upstairs with me, you can. I’m sure being out on the streets tonight isn’t a good ideaif people are out to get you guys. They may still be out on the hunt.”
He smirked. “Look at you trying to look out for a nigga.”
“Of course. Didn’t that nigga look out for me?” I pointed back at him, and a wide smile spread across his face.
“Tell me where I park?” he asked.
“There’s a garage across the street. Park there and then come in. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
“Bet.” He chunked his head back, and I closed his car door.
I walked inside and waited there for a few minutes before I spotted Crew through the glass doors as he jogged across the street.
Once we went up into my apartment, Crew immediately got on the phone, checking in with Hov to make sure they got in safe.
When he hung up, he sank into my couch.
