Page 41 of Don Caselli

“Nah, nah, nah, we’re good. I can stay on the phone… who shorty?”

Whenever this nigga increased speed in his words, I knew it was time to get the fuck away, or in this case, off the phone with him. Stevie made him eat something outside of his comfort food, and now he was spiraling.

Me: Check on your boy

I sent a quick text to Duke, because I knew he was probably in the guest house.

“Sorry,” Navy apologized, not realizing I was on the phone.

She went to look out at the view, because I had peeped her amazed by it when she first walked out here. “Greene’s cousin.”

“Who?”

“Greene, Stevie’s assistant.”

The line grew quiet. “Plum?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yeah, Plum. Her cousin that was over the house.”

“How the fuck that happened?”

“We friends.”

“Yeah, I know what friends be like… friends be breaking backs and shit. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“I don’t fucking think you do. You married your victim.”

“She wasn’t no fucking victim… just a thief.” He became offended that he met his wife while she was unknowingly robbing his ass in the process.

“Yeah, whatever. Go have a drink and chill the fuck out.”

He never replied, just ended the call, and I stood up. Coming behind Navy, I boxed her in with both my arms resting on the opposite sides of the railing. “Why you saying sorry?”

“You were on the phone… don’t want you in trouble with nobody.” She snickered, thinking she was so fucking cute.

Being real, shewasfucking cute.

She turned around, facing me. “Why don’t you have any plants out here? This is the perfect space for it. I don’t know if you know, but I love plants.”

“I got that from the poison ivy growing around your bed.”

Navy pulled my beard and laughed. “That is not poison ivy! It’s a pothos plant, and I’m very proud of her.”

“Proud of you,” I said as I kissed her neck, and I felt her body fold by my presence.

“For what?”

“Taking that dick and never tapping out… proud of you, Bleu.”

She stared up into my eyes and snorted. “You too freaked out.”

“Never denying that shit, either.”

She looked around the terrace. “I kind of don’t wanna leave now. Do you have a projector? Movies out here would hit so hard.”

I snatched her tote bag she packed, and her hand. “Nah, your pops was talking big shit about dominos, so I gotta flex my shit.”

“You don’t know how to play, though.”

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