“Yeah, I tried to replace you with other women. Even fucking with Jovanis’ wife was a mistake. I was wildin’. I should've never made that move.”
Her face turned grim. “What were you thinking fucking with that hoe? If a bitch will fuck you while she’s married, what makes you think she can give you any kind of loyalty?”
Noble resisted the urge to choke her ass. Talking about his Pumpkin was the quickest way to get fucked up but he composed himself.
“Yeah, I know.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Tell me you don't miss us? Remember we used to do everything together. I’d make you a drink while you cooked me a meal.”
Noble hated Daysha’s cooking.
She grinned as a distant expression covered her face. “Yeah, you always knew how to make good drinks.” She picked up her glass and finished the rest of her beverage. “I don't know, Noble. You did way too much and caused so much pain. I don't see how we can pick up the pieces again.”
“Look, I’m willing to do everything on your terms. You don't have to forgive me right away. Just think about it. Shit, ifyou not feeling it, then that’s cool too. I just want another chance to make you smile again.”
“But why now?” she asked just above a whisper. “What changed?”
“Time. Realizing I had a queen and fumbled was enough to make me regret everything. I hate how I hurt you cau—Daysha? You good?”
She held her chest as her eyes expanded. Heavy gasps abruptly pushed from her mouth.
“Daysha, what’s wrong?” Noble’s smile broadened each time she gasped for air. “That fentanyl and pineapple juice a bitch, huh?”
Her skin was the shade of gray as her watery gaze centered on him. The wheezing had become so severe that she reached for Noble’s arm.
“It’s okay, Daysha, you can lean on me in your final moments. I don’t know why you thought you could come for me and I wouldn’t find out. Bitch, you know who I am. You let that nigga Tuck gas you up to do a big boy’s job when you not that. Now let go and I’ll make sure to take care of Kenji. He’s in good hands.”
Foam bubbled from Daysha’s mouth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her body then slithered in the seat until her limbs stiffened. Noble would probably never get this visual out of his head. Watching the woman who had given him the greatest gift on earth perish, hadn’t been on his bingo card. When Noble knew Daysha had taken her final breath, he got up and walked inside the house.
Opening a door, he hollered, “Aye, Wilde and Zayd come up!” He then walked to the garage where Nuke was standing, smoking on a blunt. “Come on.”
Everyone gathered in the living area with Daysha’s body still on the deck.
“It’s done?” Zayd asked.
“Yeah. When you plant her body in her car, make sure she’s slumped over.” He turned to Nuke. “Did you plant the pills in her purse?”
He bobbed his head. “Yeah, I did it as soon as y’all went outside.”
“I don’t see why we can’t just dump her body, bruh.” Wilde huffed. “All this extra shit ain't necessary.”
Noble glowered at his brother. “I can’t handle this situation like I normally would. I got a son whose going to wonder how his mama died. Having her disappear without any answers will fuck him up as well as her parents. They need a definitive cause of death, nigga.”
“Man, just tell Kenji that she tried to kill you and she had to go. The fuck,” Wilde shot back.
Zayd shook his head in disgust. “I’m so glad you don't have kids.”
“Fuck what this nigga is talking about.” Noble looked away from Wilde. “Do what the fuck I said. Plant her body in the car with her purse.”
“What about her phone? You don't think the law will trace back to the cellphone towers?” Wilde asked.
“As soon as they see the fentanyl in her purse and do the autopsy, they gon’ deem this an overdose. Closed fucking case. Anything else, Matlock?”
Wilde smacked his lips. “Man, a’ight.”
“Now do what the fuck I said. Nuke, make sure everything is covered.”
“I got you.”
“I’m out. I need an alibi in case shit get crazy.”
