“Aight, maybe three cups,” she lied again.
I grabbed her and sat her up on the counter while I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“Look, we got some shit goin’ on,” I handed her the water. “Have you been hearin’ anything in the streets?” I asked as I went to grab all her liquor bottles and poured them down the sink.
“First of all, muthafucka, why are you pouring my good liquor out? Some of that shit is top shelf.”
I turned around and mugged the shit out of her. All she could do was hold her head down.
“Answer the question.”
“Did something happen?” She asked instead of answering.
“A car was creepin’ around the store on the east side. I had never seen the car before on that side of town.”
“Oh,” was all she said.
I don’t know, but that shit set me off.
“Oh? Are you running this fucking program or what? I just told you a strange car was riding by one of your top spots, and all you can fuckin’ give me is an oh.”
Adore didn’t respond. The silence told me everything.
“Adore, what you not tellin’ me?”
“Nothing,” she lied.
“Don’t fuckin’ do that.”
“Do what, Whodie?”
“Act like I’m stupid.”
She looked away for a second before speaking again.
“I’ve heard a few things earlier,” Adore admitted.
“What kind of things and when were you goin’ to tell me?”
“Just niggas asking questions. I hadn’t told you because I was looking into it.”
“Askin’ questions about us? Like in me and you, or questions as in the operation?”
“I don’t know, Whodie, damn.”
My patience was running thin. It was my job to protect her and she was keeping shit from me that could’ve gotten me hurt tonight.
“I want the fuckin’ truth. Had I not been alert, they could’ve took me out if they wanted to.”
She hopped down from the counter and stopped in front of me.
“You think I would keep something like this from you if I knew who it was?”
“Shit, you already have. Rather you knew who it was or not, I needed to know.”
“Hollow called me earlier,” she said.
“What he say?”
