“Say that shit again,” I said slowly.
“Zurie drove your car,” Yah-Yah repeated. “Me and Mya handled Sheree. Zurie pulled up in your shit and popped the trunk.”
I closed my eyes.
Zurie was the same muthafucka who barely liked being around conflict, who always tried to act like she was above the messy shit, had somehow got dragged into Yah-Yah and Mya’s crash-out session and drove my fucking car to aid and abet a kidnapping.
I let out a laugh, but it wasn’t funny.
It was the kind of laugh a nigga let out when life had officially started playing in his face.
“You mean to tell me,” I said, pacing beside the car, “that my woman, her sister, and my sister jumped a bitch outside her own club and put her in my trunk?”
Yah-Yah stayed quiet for a second.
“She shouldn’t have disrespected me.” She finally said.
“That ain’t what I asked you.”
“And I answered enough.”
“Yah-Yah, where the fuck is Zurie?”
“Don’t worry about Zurie.”
“Don’t tell me not to worry about my sister after you just told me she drove my car for y’all to kidnap a bitch!”
Sheree started making noises again, kicking her legs against the trunk like that was gon’ help her. The sound made my headache worse. I looked down at her, and she froze instantly.
“You and Mya better get somewhere and sit the fuck down,” I said into the phone. “And I mean that.”
“She wanted to be in yo’ life so bad,” Yah-Yah said. “Now she is.”
“Yah-Yah.”
“What?”
“You think this cute? Huh? You think this some funny shit? Do you know what the fuck I got going on tonight?”
“You mean after you put me out?” she snapped, and finally I heard the hurt under all that coldness. “After you dragged me out that house like I was nothing? After I found out you had this bitch sucking yo’ dick and you looked me in my face like I was the problem?”
I rubbed my hand over my mouth.
“BooMan died tonight,” I said through my teeth.
“And I’m sorry about BooMan,” she said, her voice cracking for the first time. “I am. But you don’t get to break my heart and then tell me when I’m allowed to hurt.”
That shut me up.
For a second, the alley got quiet. Even Sheree stopped moving.
I didn’t have a comeback because she wasn’t wrong. But she wasn’t right either.
“What you want me to do with her?” I asked, even though part of me already knew I shouldn’t have asked that question.
Yah-Yah sniffed, then her voice went cold again.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do with her. Go get yo’ dick sucked, I know you need it after tonight.” She spat then the line went dead.
