I laughed. “I got demons, baby, but that has nothing to do with you. Keep being the girl I met and we going to be good. Now, stop crying, mayne, you’re too pretty for that shit.”
She let out a light giggle. “Whatever, look, just know having money doesn’t always equal happiness. So, although I love the name, stop calling me Rich Girl.”
I nodded slowly. “Can I call you baby instead?”
Her tongue slid across her lip before biting it. “Yes.”
“Good. Now tell me about your ex-husband. Who’s that nigga?”
She stared at me long and hard. “His name is Papi and—”
The door flung open to Dio, looking at both of us. “Yeah, I was listening. You know where that nigga lives at?”
I glanced at Morgan, then at Dio. I stood up. “She doesn’t have to tell you shit.”
Dio dropped his head before he brought his eyes back up to me. “You know, you got a lot of heart. You’re not like Keith bitch ass. I’ll ease up on you for the sake of the crew,” he paused as he nodded. “Because I know what that shit is like to have a demon riding your back. To want to end it all because an out seems easier than dealing with it all. It takes courage to keep it together. However,” he paused again as he looked at Morgan. “I want you to take me to that nigga because he and his crew are dead.”
The sound of Samara screaming and crying startled us, and Dio rushed out of the bathroom. “Mars, baby, what’s wrong?”
“It-it’s Chevy, he’s been shot.”
Then Peanut shot up while Streets struggled to get up. “Ayo, we got to go.”
I didn’t know whether to stay back or ride out with them, but I knew I couldn’t stay here. “Let me call Beans.”
Dio glanced at me. “Fuck that, I’m going over there,” he said as he swung the door open to a nigga flying through his door.
“Gang, what the fuck!” Dio shouted.
Beans walked toward the doorstep. The nigga was in a different form. The shit was kind of freaky, but he resembled the beast character from his game.
FIONA
I walked through the doorway of Naheem’s cheap condo. Since his return, he called himself lying low, but this man’s low was damn near at the bottom. “Naheem, what the hell happened?” I asked as I rushed inside.
He held the side of his stomach while sweating profusely. He started to laugh while catching his breath at the same time. “I got him. I got his ass!” he gritted.
My heart raced as I moved around the small space. I grabbed the gauzes that were spread across the rustic table and hurried over to help him. I applied a little pressure to his wound, eager to hear the details. “Tell me everything,” I said to him.
I tried to hide the excitement brewing in me. June Calloway was fine to look at, but the man had to go. I didn’t think Naheem would pull it off, but it’s obvious he did.
“Shit! Ease up on the pressure,” he grunted. “Bishop, I got him. It was bittersweet, but my son had to go; otherwise, I could never walk freely in a place I helped build.”
“And destroy,” I mumbled.
I was pissed. I was so mad that I sank my nails into his wound, causing him to howl. “Ah, you bitch!”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be that. Fuck Bishop, that wasn’t the plan!”
“Neither was you fucking Cornelius better known as Mister, but you did. Fiona, everything doesn’t revolve around you. I handled my demons; you need to handle your own. However, I did hit that muhfucka June with a stray.”
I released the pressure from his wound and stepped back. A stray wasn’t going to help me. I let out a loud sigh. “Did they see you?” I asked as I paced back and forth.
“No.”
“Are you sure, Naheem?”
“Is the fucking sky blue? You’re simple as hell. I don’t know how Bobbie deals with you. Hand me another gauze,” he said as he pointed to the table.
