He signs to him letting him know he must answer a call. Chaos tells him that he loves him and good night. I return my attention to the phone just as CJ becomes distracted.
“Chrissy,” I call out, getting her attention.
“Hey, boo,” she replies tiredly, returning to the phone and picking it up.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah. He’s on this new video game that he just got today. He’s all excited about it.”
“I mean, in general. Being away from me, is he okay?”
“You know that he misses you, girl. You’re his world, but I’m thankful that Mama and I have also been a part of that world, so it makes it easier for him to be away from you.”
“Where are you guys?”
She clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “You know that I can’t tell you that. Besides, I’ve got Booga Bear standing over my shoulder,” she replies, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at one of Chaos’s MC brothers named Ice.
He’s cute, even though he’s mugging her and me. He’s a little territorial when it comes to her, or so I’ve been told, but he’s also fine as hell, and much taller than Chrishanna’s little five-two self. His muscles are hulking and big, and he’s towering over her and listening to our conversation.
“Do you mind? Just a little space?” she asks, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair.
I can tell from her body language, the way that she crosses her legs, thrusts her cleavage forward, and lean sideways in her seat, making her hip and ass shift out, that she likes the guy. It doesn’t matter that she’s giving him hell; she wants him. I chuckle under my breath and shake my head.
“Do you guys need anything?”
“No. We’re honestly fine. My brother made sure that we have the best of everything, and we’re safe. You just help them figure out what the hell is going on so that your baby can come home to his mama.”
“I will. I love you, girl.”
“You know I love you too. You and he seem to be working things out.”
Chrishanna wasn’t our biggest fan, because she knew that he would hurt me someday. She wasn’t wrong, but it was all because of a misunderstanding.
“We are. Talking some things through and figuring out what went wrong.”
“So, y’all back together or what?”
“I don’t know, Chrissy. We’re just working and talking, . . . you know?”
“Mm. I guess,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Are you mad?” I ask in a whiny voice while laughing softly.
“No. It’s whatever.”
“Don’t be mad, boo.”
“I’m not mad. If it keeps his ass home and safe, I guess I can tolerate it. You’re a good look for my brother, but I can’t say the same thing about him. You could do better.”
“You mean like Mr. Politics?” I ask, calling Ben the name that I have always called him with her.
“Girl, hell no. I don’t like him for you either. Have you talked to him lately?”
“I haven’t, but I’m sure he’s been calling. I just don’t have my phone.”
“Girl, a normal man would be checking all over the globe for his woman. I don’t like the fact that you two must hide your relationship.”
“Well, you know why. It’s all good though.”
