“Been trying to reach you, Heavy. We got some shit we need to talk about,” Viggo addressed his cousin.
“Talk to Crew,” Heavy rebutted quickly, placing his hand on the small of Giselle’s back.
“Come on, man. The fuck I gotta talk to him for and you right here? We still family at the end of the day, and the last thing I want is to be beefing with you. Not about this.” He turned to Prischa.
“He’s right,” she chimed in. “Plus, Lil P is in the middle. He’s thinking he did something wrong because you’re mad at me and Viggo.”
“Pierre can call me any time he wants. If he wants to spend time with me, leave him at Petal’s and I’ll come get him. I’m not fucking with y’all.”
“Why not?” she challenged. “It’s not like any of us are leaving Southwick. We’re going to see each other and be around each other. Henna is still one of my best friends, and whether you believe it or not, I do consider you my friend, too, Heavy,” Prischa voiced.
“I’m done with this conversation.” Heavy tried to navigate him and Giselle around them so they could leave, but something stopped him dead in his tracks.
The blonde bombshell with caramel skin entered, smiling at something a few other girls said behind her when her eyes lifted to Heavy’s face. If she could get any lighter, she’d be white.
“The fuck you doing here?” he demanded in a glacier tone.
“Kina?” Prischa stepped forward. “Oh, my God.” She rushed to hug her, but when Kina fell into her embrace, guilt marred her features while looking at Heavy over her shoulder. “Girl it’s been too long! How are you?”
“I’m good. You look good!” Kina smiled and pulled away.
“I didn’t even know you were back in town. How come you haven’t called me?”
“Um, kind of been busy,” Kina replied, waving her girls off, so she could have a private conversation. “I’m here visiting for a little while.”
“Well, we need to link up. It’s been so long. We have a lot to catch up on.”
“Yeah, we do,” Kina countered. “What’s up, Heavy?” She turned to greet him, noticing the gorgeous Giselle at his side, curiously eyeing the situation and soaking her in.
“Let’s go.” He barely acknowledged her before pushing Giselle out the door.
This was the last fucking thing he needed. Kina was a blast from the past he didn’t see coming, and being around her was sure to be a trigger. Seeing Prischa all giddy while he knew the truth had his stomach tight. When they reached the parking lot, he opened Giselle’s door for her first and let her inside before rounding the car to the driver’s side.
“Who was that?” she asked once they were settled in the car.
Crew had taken off, and they were supposed to be right behind them to the gas station before heading out to the lake.
“Somebody I don’t want to fucking talk about,” Heavy answered, starting the car.
“Like an ex?” Giselle pried.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” Heavy shifted into drive and pulled off, noticeably pissed.
Not wanting to set him off, Giselle remained quiet, staring out her window. The nearest gas station was about a mile from the arcade. When they pulled up, Crew was already parked, and him and Maisie were inside the store. She reached for her door so she could get out, but Heavy reached for her arm without even looking at her.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. You said you didn’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.
“It ain’t like I’m trying to hide shit from you, princess. It was a fucked-up time, and until I saw her just now, I had blocked that shit out. It was bad enough losing Pierre, but the shit with Kina was even more fucked up.”
“What do you mean?” She paused and turned to him.
“I mean… fuck.” Heavy shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kina was my girl. We dated for like two years. She and Prischa had known each other since elementary, so when she got with Pierre, me and Kina started to see a lot more of each other. Long story short, the night Pierre got hit, Kina was with him. She was shot too.”
“What was she doing with him?” Giselle frowned, obviously curious.
“Same shit I had to ask myself.” Heavy swung his head in her direction.
