“Pretty girl,” I pointed to her open legs and smiled. “You know that’s my nickname for your pussy. I missed her. Fuck it, let me ask her myself if she missed me because I know your ass will lie, but not her.” I quickly moved and was between her legs before she could react. I buried my nose into her boxers and inhaled. “Pretty, did you miss me?” I felt her pulsate, and I kissed her pussy gently through the material. “You did, didn’t you. Nobody took care of you, did they?” I kissed her again. “Nah, not like I do. I already know they didn’t. Don’t worry, though. I got you.”
“Amethyst, move!” Yale said, pushing against my shoulders.
“Sunshine, chill, I’m talking to my friend right now,” I replied.
“Amethyst Stone!”
“Fine,” I grunted. I didn’t want to move, but I knew I was pushing my luck right now. “I’ll see you later, Pretty.” I kissed her again, this time nibbling on her swollen clit before moving back. She quickly closed her legs, and I looked up at her and smiled. “Don’t be jealous, I missed you too.”
“Move,” she hissed, and I moved back. Yale stood, then mushed my head as she passed me. “You get on my damn nerves.”
I laughed as I stood. “Finish getting dressed so that we can eat. I’m going to make some lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans.”
“I’m not sharing a meal with you,” she said, shaking her head. She went to the closet and came back with a pair of sweats. “Get out.”
“I’ll be back to check on you when the food is done.” My phone rang just as Yale lifted her arm and threw her shirt at me. I could hear her yelling and cussing at me, but that only made me laugh.I walked down the steps, swiping my screen in the process. “Yeah?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Pyrite yelled. “Fucking Tank and Lavender?”
“Same shit I said.” I walked into the kitchen to find the sisters gone. More than likely, they were on their way up to Yale’s room to see what she was yelling about. “I take it this wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t privy to.”
“Grow the fuck up, Amethyst,” he grunted, then kissed his teeth. “You’re holding on to shit that ain’t even like that.”
“Holding on to shit that ain’t like that? Oh, let me guess, you just kicked your feet up and giggled with Nine after he told you that he was going to kill you, huh?” I opened the fridge and grabbed what I needed out of it before kicking it shut. “Y’all broke bread and had a merry time, huh?”
“Something like that,” he said, and I shook my head.
“You sounding like a fuck nigga right now,” I said, putting the food on the counter. “Ain’t no way in hell you think I’m supposed to just be cool with this. Right now, I’m so fucking mad I could kill every single one of them niggas. Starting with Mecca.”
“You think I didn’t want to?” Pyrite questioned me. “You think I didn’t lay in my bed for weeks coming up with the perfect plan? You think I didn’t set shit up. Make shit shake? Huh?” The sound of him hitting something echoed through the phone. “Because I fucking did, Amethyst. I did all that shit plus some.”
“But you didn’t follow through, Pyrite,” I returned his energy. “You let that nigga live. He is still topside, and you don’t seem to care.”
“I have my reasons!” Pyrite yelled. “Okay, Amethyst, I have my fucking reasons why.”
“Give me one, and it better be good.”
“Corinthians’ scars,” he answered. “Four’s scars! All that shit is linked, Amethyst! They came looking for us because theythought we had something to do with it! Nine, December, Four, they came because they fucking thought that our people had something to do with it.”
“Wait, what?” I stopped working and stood in the middle of the kitchen. “What do you mean it’s all connected? Corinthians’ scars? Four’s? How the fuck is that possible? That shit happened when he was a kid. Like Judah and Deuce’s age. They didn’t know Corinthians then.”
“They did,” Pyrite sighed. “Four knew, he was a part of the--”
“Nah, Pyrite,” I said, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “Ain’t no way you can get me to believe that shit.” I wiped my hands over my face to keep from crying. I started pacing and beating the side of my head with my fist. The pictures of Four as a kid that I saw flashed through my mind, and I needed them to stop. “He was a fucking kid, bro, a fucking kid.”
“I know.”
I stopped walking when a realization hit me. “The video. The one we found. It was a little girl. That was Corinthians?”
“Yeah, man.”
Tears fell freely then, because it was now coming together. Why my brothers were so pissed that I called Uri. Why they said that she wouldn’t be able to rein him in, it wasn’t because they didn’t have faith in her; it was because she was just as damaged as he was, if not more. “She was a fucking kid, Pyrite!” I grunted. “A little girl, she was what, seven? That means he was what? Nine or ten? They’d been having him do that for that long? They were kids, man!”
“I know, Amethyst. Uri and Corinthians. They um, they…” He couldn’t even finish what he was trying to say. Instead, he cleared his throat and stayed quiet. “When I say this shit is deep, I mean just that. Citrine is on his way to your house. He’s bringing some people you need to meet. You want to be kept outof the dark so fucking bad, then you might as well know who is who.”
“Alright,” I nodded as I wiped my face. “How is Yamari? Anything new?”
“Nah,” he sighed. “She’s a fighter, though. I already know she’s going to pull through. She got too many people in her corner for her to leave now. She’s gotta be the maid of honor in our wedding, the godmother to our babies, and shit like that. Itty Bitty needs her sister, man.” He sniffed, and I let him have his moment. “I ain’t never prayed so hard in my life for somebody that don’t have Stone as a last name. But I've been praying hard as hell.”
