“You have no idea what they did to me as a child,” she said, shaking her head as she approached Quincy. “The torture they put me through. Put my sister through. Shit, what they put Trey and Four through. You have no idea what we went through because you always had to sit on the sidelines.” She circled Quincy, her long nails scraped against his jaw before she grabbed it and held it in place. “I’m not the monster they tried to create.”
“Yes, you are,” he grunted.
“No, I’m not,” she said, shaking her head. She bent and whispered something in his ear. Quincy’s eyes got big with surprise, then she stood and looked at me. “Kill him, but I want his head.” She let go of Quincy’s face and walked away from him.
“Corinthians!” Quincy yelled, but she didn’t stop walking. “Corinthians!”
Once the sisters were gone, I approached Quincy, who was pissed off. “What did she say to you?” I asked him as I wentthrough my bag. When he didn’t say anything, I looked up to see him glaring at me. “What?”
“Just fucking kill me, nigga.”
“Bet.” I picked up my bone saw, replaced the blade, then took a surgical mask out and put it on. I turned to my brothers and Xoey. I turned back to Quincy and turned on the saw. “This is going to hurt.” I turned to Citrine, who looked like he was about to throw up, and smirked. “Big bro, this is going to get messy.”
“Just do what the fuck you gotta do,” he said, waving me off.
“Bet,” I laughed, then turned it on and pushed the saw to Quincy’s throat. Blood splattered on my face shield, but I didn’t stop cutting until his head fell to the ground.
Chapter forty-eight
Yale
Amethyst: I don’t want to fuck up the floors. Can you bring my slides to the garage?
Me: Okay.
Igot up from the bed, grabbed Amethyst’s slides from next to the door, then stopped before walking out of the room and doubled back. If he’d killed Quincy, he was going to need a shower, so I started it, letting the water heat up while I made my way downstairs. My sisters had finally gone to sleep, yet I was wide awake waiting for Amethyst to come back. If he’d finally gotten his hands on Quincy, I knew that his mindset could be off and would need a few hours to decompress. I made my way downstairs to the garage, where he stood with his head downand his hands in his pockets. His clothes were covered in blood; the only part of him that wasn’t was his face.
“Hey,” I softly greeted him and held out his shoes.
“Just throw them out here,” he requested. I tossed the shoes at his feet as he stepped out of the tennis shoes he was wearing. He went to the cabinet against the wall, opened it, got a trash bag from inside, and dropped his shoes in it.
“Amethyst?”
“I’m good, Sunshine. I just don’t want this niggas blood on you,” he said, shaking his head. “I need to shower, then we can talk about whatever you want to discuss.” The fact that he wouldn’t look at me told me he was lying, but I didn’t press. Instead, I watched as he stripped down to his boxers, put everything in the bag, then threw it over his shoulder and slowly approached me.
“I started the shower in the room,” I said, and he nodded. He passed me, making sure not to touch me, and made his way into the house. I turned off the garage light and followed behind him to make sure blood didn’t get anywhere. Even though he was being careful, I was still going to call Exodus tomorrow and have his team come through and clean up as a precaution.
After he made it to the bathroom, he took off his boxer briefs, put them in the bag, and then tied it closed. He got in the shower, closed the glass door behind him, and I leaned against the shower watching him. Amethyst stepped under the hot water and began washing himself immediately. I waited a few moments, letting him clean himself as he saw fit, then took off my clothes and joined him.
“Nah, Sunshine,” he said, shaking his head when I opened the door. “I got blood and shit in my hair.”
“I know,” I said, nodding as I stepped into the shower and closed the door. “I’m going to wash your hair.” I walked around him, adjusted the water so it wasn’t too hard, and took theshampoo from him. “You don’t have to do everything alone, Amethyst.”
“Even in death, that nigga shouldn’t touch you.” He bent his head backwards so I could wash his hair. “You dealt with his bullshit enough while he was living.”
“I’m taking care of you, not worried about him,” I said as I continued to wash his hair. “I haven’t worried about Quincy in so long. My concern was always you and your safety.” I took my hands out of his hair and positioned him under the water. “Even when I was mad at you and wanted to beat your ass, I was concerned.”
“I ain’t an easy nigga to love, Sunshine,” he chuckled.
I moved him away from the water and added more shampoo. “I never said you were,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re stubborn, hardheaded, and even annoying at times.”
“Well, damn, tell a nigga how you really feel,” he kissed his teeth.
“But you’re also loving, understanding, my safe space when I need it or even when I don’t. You make me smile by just being you, and you spoil the fuck out of me.” I made sure his hair was lathered well, then ran my fingers through it before putting him back in the water. “You have never intentionally hurt me, even though your communication skills need improvement, but I have a feeling that you’re working on that.”
“I am,” he nodded. “Now you want me to list all your shit?”
“Nope,” I laughed, and he smirked. “We are talking about you right now.” I finished rinsing his hair, then put the shampoo down to pick up the conditioner. “Now, where was I?”
