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"Ight, tell me the plan."
"I know a nigga who can put me on. It would be low level running a trap type shit, but it'll be my foot in the door. Lynx got roots in Ember Hills and heard that Crown is supposed to be setting shit up out there. Put a bug in Emily's ear for her to listen for anything about Crown doing business out there. Once we get a date, we can draw up a play for Lynx to cross paths with Crown. We can get these niggas without risking Emily's life."
"Ight, King. I'ma let you run point on this shit. Don't fuck up. I love your moms like she's my own. Fuck this up and I'ma be the nigga wiping her tears at your funeral."
Chapter 31
Crown Gravehart
Happy Birthday River!
Istepped into the bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of my tuxedo shirt. The soft clicks of my shoes echoing off the polished floor didn't do much to pull myself out of my head. My mind had been stuck in thoughts about tonight since I woke up. I tried settling my mind by letting Four suffocate me with her pussy but not even her sweet taste could bite back the feeling of some fucked up shit happening.
"Four, you ready?"
"Almost!" she called after me from the walk-in closet.
"We gon' be late fucking with you."
"So! It's my party. I can be late if I want to."
Chuckling, I grabbed my phone off the dresser. I had a few texts from Jax telling me to text her when I was a block away. I hit her back quickly and was about to put my phone down when Syn's call came through.
"Yo!"
"Nigga, you know better than to fuckingyo'me," she snapped.
"You right I should've yurrrrr'd your ass."
"Please stop playing with me." She laughed. "I'm calling to make sure everything is set."
"It's straight on my end. You and Killian will show up at the docks, then Choyce and Kage will pull up. Honor, Wolfe, and I?—"
I was in the middle of explaining the most important part of tonight when I lost all focus because I smelled her.
"Crown! Crown! Are you there?"
Syn, calling my name did nothing to knock me out of the daze. My back was facing Four, but her scent crept into the space separating us. Sweet and addictive, her perfume claimed me. I inhaled longer, deeper to catch every note, intoxicating my sense of smell. Black Cherry. Smokey Jasmine. Slow burn of amber and vanilla.
"Are you going to turn around or what?" She cooed softly.
"I'ma call you back, Syn," I said and ended the call.
"Syn? If I didn't know better, I would think Syn is your side bitch. This is the third time I've heard her?—"
"You know fucking better." Turning around, my eyes found her. I locked in on Four, and just like when I smelled her, I was stuck.
That fucking dress.
Her dress, deep midnight blue, slick like moonlit oil, hugged her body like it had been molded to her curves. Every part of her was a masterpiece sculpted into perfection. I took my time walking over, drinking in every detail of her look.
"Crown," she softly moaned as my hand grabbed hers.
Holding on to her dainty hand, I kissed the back of her palm, then spun her fine ass around. Her back was nearly bare. The dress, held together by thin straps, showed enough skin to make any nigga's throat go dry and his eyes beg for a shot of her to quench his thirst. The back wasn't nearly as tempting as the front. It plunged murderously low, dragging a nigga's wildest fantasies to a diamond body chain that sparkled against her honeyed complexion like stars strung together specifically for her.
"Crown, say something, please."
Silence claimed me. Four didn't understand the sight of her stole my breath straight from my lungs. Dropping to my knees, I caught the stall of her chest. Her pretty, widespread eyes hid the smoky eye shadow the makeup artist had applied earlier in the day. I smirked and shook my head. Relief escaped her as we both chuckled. I reached over, grabbing one of her heels. She lifted her foot just enough for me to slide it on, but my fingers lingered. They trailed slowly over her ankle, caressing her soft arch. I lifted her foot, bringing it to my lips. Four gasped, wiggling her foot free.
