Page 19 of River & Crown
"If those ain't for Four, who the fuck you buying roses for?" he asked.
I chuckled, walking toward the house, knowing who I brought them for would piss him off.
"Nigga, you brought my wife flowers?"
Hearing that shit, I jogged the rest of the way to the crib and let myself in. Chosyn had already told me the door was unlocked.
"Take these 'cause yo' husband gon' wanna fight," I told her.
Laughing, she took the flowers and passed me my niece.
"Ight sweetheart, I need you to keep me safe from yo' crazy ass?—"
"Chosyn, put them damn flowers down!" Wolfe barked, entering the house.
"Why? They're just flowers from Crown."
"I don't care if they were from Jesus himself. I'm the only nigga you take flowers from."
"Wow, really?" she smacked.
"Yeah." Wolfe snatched the flowers from Chosyn, disappearing for a few moments, then came back.
"Crown you on bullshit. How you get my wife flowers, but you won't let River make me a plate?"
"Touché, my nigga." I laughed. "They were just some happy six-month wedding anniversary flowers."
"I know you didn't throw them away?" Chosyn smacked. "At least someone remembered."
"They deep in the trash, too. I made sure to get some of Phoenix's shit on 'em so you can't pull them out."
"Ugh, you're so damn annoying. I don't know why I married you."
Wolfe's eyes flickered with a gleam of darkness I hadn't seen in a while. He yoked Chosyn forward, then squeezed her jaw so hard it made my teeth grind.
"Don't fuckin' play with me, Chosyn. You married me 'cause you're my fucking heart. I can't fit your big ass in my chest to make sure muthafuckas don't play with you, so I gave you my last name."
"Wolfie," she grudged out.
"Nah, you fucking listen. I love you, and because I do, I'll never forget what’s important. Had yo' mean ass walked upstairs, you might've seen the diamond necklace yo' ass been asking for draped over a bouquet of flowers I fucking brought."
"Oh my god!" Chosyn's eyes bucked.
"Nah, don't get excited now after you popped yo' shit. I'ma let you go 'cause I don't want yo' jaw lockin' up when I'm fuckin' yo' throat later."
Wolfe jerked Chosyn closer, bringing their lips together but barely touching. The moment was one I should've walked away from, but a nigga was stuck. The love they shared wasn't just in their words or held captive in their eyes. It surrounded them. It was their essence, their muthafuckin' aura, and it was numbing to anyone close enough to witness.
"Who am I to you?"
"My love," Chosyn cooed, then repeated the question to Wolfe.
"My heart, and don't you fuckin' forget it."
"Never! Now, can I go see my gift?"
"Man, go 'head." Wolfe mushed her laughing as she moved quick as fuck toward the stairs. I passed my nigga back his kid 'cause I had my own shit to deal with.
"You out?" Wolfe questioned.
