Page 162 of River & Crown
Letting out a heavy sigh, Four shifted her gaze toward the window. When she brought her eyes back to mine, she looked sadder than before.
"I'm fake now, Crown?" she asked.
I shrugged, not wanting to hurt her feelings any more than I already had. Regardless of how I felt, the urge to fix her mood was still strong as fuck.
"I don't speak body language, so you have to use your words."
"It means I don't trust shit that comes out of your mouth. You're flawed as fuck in my eyes, River, and I don't see that shit changing. Those fucking glasses are probably fake for all I know."
"Nigga!" she gasped. Leaning forward between the front seats, Four took off her glasses and tossed them onto the dash.
"How can my glasses be fake when you're the one who filled the prescription? Every time I tried to get rid of them, you popped up with a new pair. So how the fuck are they fake, Cortez?" Four was fuming, and all I did was shrug at that shit. She had a point, but I wasn't gonna be the one to tell her.
"Don't get quiet now. You had so much to say about me, so keep it going. Tell me more about how you can see me because until I met your stupid ass, therealme didn't exist."
"Man, miss me with thatyou helped me love againbullshit."
"It's true!"
"How, when we just pulled up on you at your ex's remembrance?" Wolfe asked, shocking the shit out of me. "Be honest with me. When's the last time you saw or talked to dude's mom?"
"The funeral," she answered softly.
"Ight. That was what, three years back? You've been moving around getting shit done for three years and didn't think about seeing his mom once."
"I—"
"I'm not done," Wolfe cut her off.
"Aye, watch your tone, nigga," I warned.
Wolfe glanced at me, grinning.
"You don't trust her, right? Fuck you care about how I speak to her?"
"Trust or not... she's still Mrs. Gravehart in my eyes."
Four's mushy ass started blushing but looked away when she caught me staring.
"See y'all both doing dumb shit when all this can be fixed with a conversation. River, you didn't have to go to that shit, but you did because you either wanted to hurt Crown or you knew Chosyn would snitch, and he'd come running. Which is it?"
"I went because I wanted to say goodbye and wrap up that part of my life so I could move on."
"Say goodbye to who?" Wolfe asked, and Crown scoffed.
"The dead nigga her slow ass can't seem to let go," Crown laughed bitterly.
"I'm not doing this with you. Wolfe, when your childish brother isn't around, we can talk."
"That's my brother, y'all won't be talking about shit."
"You can't control who I talk to, Crown. We're not even together," Four muttered in a whisper.
She probably thought I wasn't going to hear it, but I did, and the last four words tore through my chest. The silence in this bitch was loud, but the screeching of the tires as I swerved off the road and skidded onto the gravel shoulder was louder.
"What the hell?" her ass had the nerve to spat.
"Nigga, what you doing?" Wolfe followed up.
