“I’m not about to fuck you while you’re loving another nigga you can’t have,” he said, completely knocking the wind out of me.
My jaw fell open but no words would come out because he had me so stuck with that. How did he know about my feelings for Havoc?
Before I could think of a comeback, Shakur shut the door in my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MAKARI “HAVOC” SANCHEZ
TWO WEEKS LATER
Ipushed open the hospital room door and stuck my head inside. Sincere’s eyes moved my way, and I smiled widely when he groaned.
“Nigga, ain’t you got better shit to do than bother me today?” he asked. I laughed, knowing I was pissing him off, but oh fucking well.
Ignoring him, I took a seat beside his bed and got comfortable as fuck because I wasn’t leaving, no matter how much he bitched about it.
“Just like I told you yesterday, the day before, and the day before that, I’m coming because I want to.”
He’d been trying for days to get me to stop coming to visit him, but I wish I would. Couldn’t nobody but God keep me out of this man’s room. He’d been here for the past week, and I made sure to come every day.
“You cut your honeymoon short,” he said, peering at me and coughing a little. I stood to my feet to get him some water, buthe waved me off. “You just got married, Makari, you should be home with your wife, not here with me,” he said.
“Young man, mind your business,” I said, giving him a smile. No matter what he was saying, I wasn’t leaving him.
His health had deteriorated a lot, and there was nothing more anyone could do for him. There was no way I was leaving him alone at a time like this.
“Trust me, Kairi would kick my ass if I didn’t come,” I added, making him chuckle like I was joking, but I wasn’t.
She gave me some sex last night and then woke my ass up this morning, telling me to come and see him. She wasn’t playing when it came to Sincere. Over the weeks, she’d grown close to him too. I couldn’t keep their asses off the phone. Every time I turned around, he was calling her to talk shit.
“I’m still waiting on you to pay my phone bill! Calling my wife and shit,” I kidded. He laughed and shook his head at me. I patted his hand, and he looked at me. The breathing tube rested in his nose. His eyes looked big because of how much weight he’d lost. I could never leave him at a time like this.
“I’m not going anywhere, so stop trying,” I said.
Finally, he relented and squeezed my hand.
“Okay, so let’s see what’s happening in the news today,” I said before opening the newspaper I picked up on my way in.
I started to read it for him, something I found he enjoyed. This had become our routine for the past week, and I lowkey enjoyed it too!
“Damn!” I exclaimed, reading something which made me laugh. “Sincere, you won’t believe this shit,” I started before looking over at him. His eyes were closed, and his breathing looked shallow.
“Sincere?”
He didn’t answer me.
“Come on, man, stop playing,” I nervously laughed, but he still didn’t answer me.
I reached out and tapped his hand, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“Sincere?” I called him again. My heart racing, stomach dropping, and voice breaking.
Then…
Beeeeeeeepppppppppppp.
My eyes moved to the monitor, and I froze because I knew what that fucking sound meant.
