“I can’t believe that nigga sent her after Ta’lon,” he grunted. “Like, nigga, you hated your seed that much that you sent your sister after your baby mama because she wanted you to take him? That nigga is weak.”
“Which is why he’s hiding,” I agreed. “When they get their hands on him, it’s going to be hell.”
“I hope the devil gets one of his weakest soldiers back.”
“Nigga, what?” I laughed. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“You know how when folks die, their family always wants to say they are going to heaven?” he questioned. “Well, I don’t believe in lying to niggas like that. Every nigga doesn’t go to heaven. Most of them go to hell. So I always say that the devil is getting one of his weak ass soldiers back.”
“Nigga, I have never heard no shit like that before in my life,” I laughed and shook my head. “I swear you say the craziest shit.”
“Nah, you just don’t be listening to shit folks say,” he countered. “Now, back to the reason you called. Xia wants Xaire.”
“By tonight,” I interjected.
“Alright, let me call Mon and see what else she needs me to do. I can call in a few favors if need be.”
“I appreciate it,” I said as I wiped my hand over my mouth.
“It’s nothing. You already know how I get down over Xoey, so I’m going to always try to come through with what they need,” he replied. “I’ll call you once I have everything together.”
“Bet,” I said, then hung up.
I steered my car onto the highway and turned on cruise control. The drive to my house was another thirty minutes. I swiped through my call log, pulled up Tulane’s number, and pressed send.
“Stone,” he answered with a grunt. “I called you two hours ago.”
“I was busy,” I replied. “And stop clocking my shit like you’re my woman.”
“I was calling about your woman,” he said, and I sat up in my seat. “She’s been asking to come back to the town. She wants to talk to St. Thomas.”
“Nah,” I denied, shaking my head. “They got their own shit going on. Tell her to hold off.”
“Hold off?” he chuckled. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Make it happen, Tulane,” I replied. “I got some shit going on here that I need to handle. Her reaching out to the St. Thomas isn't going to fly right now.”
“You tell her that then.”
“I fucking can't!” I yelled, and my grip on my steering wheel tightened. Ta’lon saying that Quincy knew where Yale was echoed through my mind. I didn’t know whether she was lying,but I couldn’t take the chance. Hell, even talking to Tulane right now was fucking with me.
“Amethyst--”
“I don’t want to hear shit you have to say, Tulane. I need you to keep my woman safe, make sure she keeps her head down, and keep her focused on something. Have her make some jewelry. I know her inbox is flooded with requests right now. Get her working to take her mind off this other shit.”
“That probably won’t work,” he sighed.
“It will, I know Yale better than anyone else. She will get lost in those damn diamonds, and the rest of this shit will be background noise.”
“It won’t work because you never gave me the fucking case with the diamonds,” he grunted. “You said you would ship them and haven’t.”
“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel. “Alright, let me get to the house, and then I’ll get them and send them to you. They’ll be at your house by the end of the week.” I hung up the phone, then tapped the brakes to release the cruise control. I pressed down on the gas to speed up and switch lanes. A white Charger pulled up beside me and stayed at my side, like they knew me. I couldn’t tell who it was because the tint was blacked out. They rode with me until I got to my exit, then sped off.
Chapter thirty-four
Yale
“You have a package,” Berkeley said when I walked into the kitchen. She pointed to the metal briefcase at the end of the island, and my heart dropped. I knew that case, and I could tell you every scratch and dent.
