I stood there with the phone still pressed to my ear, staring into nothing. Then I slowly lowered it.
My first instinct was to call Zurie and spazz on her ass, my second instinct was to call Mya and cuss her ass clean the fuck out., and my third instinct was to call Yah-Yah back and tell her I loved her, even though I was mad enough to put her head through a fucking wall.
Instead, I did none of that.
I reached into the trunk and ripped the tape off Sheree’s mouth, and helped her out the trunk. When she climbed out the trunk, she gasped, she was coughing and crying at the same time.
“Sontae, please! Please, I didn’t even do shit! Yah-Yah and some bitch jumped me outside my fucking club! And yo’ sister, Zurie, she was driving your car! She popped the trunk! I swear to God, I ain’t lying!” I stared at her.
She was crying so hard she could barely talk, but I already knew she wasn’t lying. Yah-Yah had admitted enough. And Yah-Yah was a lot of things, but when she was mad, she ain’t have no reason to lie. She wanted me to know. She wanted me to feel that shit.
“You texted my phone?” I asked.
Sheree blinked through her tears. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Sontae, I was mad. I ain’t think—”
“You disrespected my woman?”
“Sontae…” I nodded slowly.
“That mouth of yours got you fucked up tonight.”
She shook her head fast, tears sliding down her temples. “I’ll leave y’all alone. I swear. I won’t say nothing else to that bitch. I won’t call you. I won’t text you. I won’t even come around you.”
I leaned against the back of the car, staring at her with no expression.
“Get in the front seat, and just don’t say shit to me, I’m bout to take you home.” She didn’t respond she only nodded and did as I asked.
Sheree had always been cocky, she thought because she had a lil’ money, and a lil’ history with me that she had some type of permanent pass. She didn’t understand that passes expired.
Booman was dead. Zach had to pay and Yah-Yah had officially crashed the fuck out. Mya had helped. And Zurie was involved.
No matter how mad I was, no matter how much I wanted to cuss Yah-Yah out, no matter how badly Sheree had fucked around and found out…I knew I was the cause of all of it.
I got back in the car, started the engine, and pulled out the alley slowly.
This has been one hell of a night.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Trigg
I was sitting on the couch in my condo, my mind still fucked up from what happened to BooMan. I kept seeing that shit play over and over, the car pulling up, the shots, all that blood. My nigga was gone, just like that, and I couldn't shake it.
Ya'mya was next to me, scrolling through her phone, but I could tell she had something on her mind. She always got that look when she wanted to talk about some shit I didn't want to discuss.
Nova, was on the floor playing with her toys. She was only sixteen months, happy as hell, not knowing the world was fucked up. Tasha had dropped her off a few hours ago so she could go on some date with some nigga she met.
"Trigg," Mya said, finally breaking the silence.
"What's good?" I said, not looking at her.
"We need to talk."
I sighed. "About what, Mya?"
