Fuck does that mean?
Navy
Means the same way you got a bitch blowing your phone up. I'ma have a nigga doing the most on mine. What's good for the geese has always been good for the gander.
Feeling like I read that shit wrong, I screenshotted it, and I sent it to Wolfe.
Me
Aye, tell me what that text say?
Crown
It says Navy 'bout to start fucking with a real nigga .
Nigga lost his brother and his girl… could never be me.
"This nigga," I murmured, reading Crown's text and realizing I'd sent the screenshot to the group chat instead of just Wolfe. Shaking my head, I closed the thread and dialed Navy.
Once. Twice. Then again, until I lost count. Every call went to voicemail, driving me crazy.
Navy got another nigga? Nah, Navy wouldn't fuck another nigga over Choyce blowing my shit up. Navy and another nigga?
I frowned at that last thought 'cause Navy being with anyone who wasn't me didn't even sound right, but my chest was starting to stiffen like a muthafucka just off the thought. Going back to the group chat, I typed out another message, and as soon as Crown responded, I regretted doing that shit.
Me
You think Navy would fuck with another nigga? All bullshit between us aside.
Crown
All bullshit aside…
Hell yeah, she's gon' fuck with another nigga. She's tired of your shit like the rest of us.
Better get on your Jodeci Cry 4 U shit. Fly her out to the desert and get on your knees begging. I got some leather pants and a vest you can borrow.
You got black Timbs, right?
Nigga out here about to lose his wife behind the bitch he works for.
Panic slammed into me, crashing into the anger that was already heating my skin.
Navy cheating… Navy got another nigga…
Both were my greatest fucking fears. Just the thought of that shit had my stomach twisting in knots. I went to call her again, but a call from Choyce came through.
"The fuck you keep blowing my shit up for? You're not my bitch!" I gritted.
"If your bitch pissed in your afternoon Cheerios, then say that, but don't take that shit out on me," she barked with just as much fire in her tone as I carried in mine.
"My bitch, huh?" A low, dry laugh followed 'cause Choyce didn't understand who she was fucking with.
"Yes, nigga your bitch! I wouldn't even have to blow your shit up if you answered my texts about that thing Lucian wants you to handle."
"You sucking Lucian's dick now? Since when you start doing his check-ins? Let me find out you gargled droopy balls to get to the top."
"Fuck you, Honor. I didn't have to suck a damn thing. Now, are you gonna do what Lucian asked or not?"
