“Cole, I have to bury four people now, and I don’t know how I am going to get this shit done.”
“I’ll handle the funerals and the cost, but it’s going to take a minute to get the bodies back to D.C., so we have to be patient.”
“Alright, I understand.”
“Alright, peace out. I'll call you back later. Keep your head up.”
I hung up just as the bedroom door cracked open.
Nina walked into the room wearing nothing but a thong and a bra, and I shook that look off my face to not give away the pain I was in right now.
“How did you sleep, baby?”
I grabbed around her waist and pulled her into my lap.
“I was sleeping good until that loud ass weed smoke woke me up. You okay?”
“Yeah, I'm good now. I got my baby in my arms, a little buzz from the blunt. Life fuckin good even with the little bullshit thrown my way.”
“That’s good. Who were you on the phone with just now?”
“That nigga Carlos. I was checking in on my car.”
“Oh, what did he say? Are you going to have to put a gun to his head again?” She joked like I wouldn’t.
“Nah, everything straight, plus, I don’t think I’m going to be leaving Vegas any time soon now anyway.”
“Oh, really? Why is that?”
“I just want to be around you. I need to be around you, actually.”
I kissed her on her chest, and she held me tightly. She just didn’t know that I needed this fuckin hug just as much as I needed money in my pockets.
“You for real?”
“Of course, I am. I’m falling for you, and I told you, I’m willing to do whatever to prove that.”
I replied, before she kissed me on my lips, continuing to my neck, and I laid back because some head and a few more pulls of my blunt is just what I need before I go to war with these rich crooked mutha fuckas who killed my mama.
They just don’t know what the fuck they did.
Chapter 15
Proctor
One week later
I took the gas pump from my car after filling up and made my way over to Dianne’s because she’d asked me to come through after I talked to her over the phone about the alibi.
It was technically after hours since they closed at seven, so I knew I’d be able to talk to her uninterrupted without that Saturday rush they always had.
I pulled up in front of the building, and the only car outside was her car ducked off in the same spot she always kept it in.
When I got to the door, I jiggled it a little.
“Hold on just a minute,” I heard from the other side.
When she opened it, she had the same smile she always had when she saw me.
