Page 213 of River & Crown
"It's the adrenaline," Wolfe mused, grabbing a chair and dragging it over. "This type of shit will have you feeling invincible."
"Fuck giving that nigga somewhere to sit," I snapped. "Fix the smell in here before I burn this bitch to the ground."
"Had this nigga hit my line for help, the ventilation system would've aired this bitch out already," Wolfe muttered.
"I didn't need help. I got the acid heated up, so I was straight," Honor shrugged.
Wolfe raised an eyebrow. "How the hell did you even?—"
"Don't ask him anything." I chuckled lowly. "He won't do shit but lie."
"Keep talking, and I'll burn your flesh clean off the bone next," Honor threatened.
"I'll kill you first." The gun behind my back came out to play, but I wasn't the only one drawing. Honor pulled his too, arm steady, aim locked on me.
I didn't flinch. I just cracked my neck, daring this nigga to give me a reason to shoot.
"I always knew you were a treacherous motherfucker," I said.
"Get out your feelings," Honor replied coldly. "Look at the bigger picture."
"What picture? The one where Wolfe and I play soldiers while you keep secrets to fulfill some type of master-fucking-plan?"
Honor turned to Wolfe. "That's how you feel?"
"Keep me outta y'all shit," Wolfe interjected. "Long as no bullets fly, talk all the shit y'all want."
"Nigga you pussy!" I barked.
Wolfe's eyes thinned.
"We both know ain't shit pussy 'bout me but my wife's pussy on my breath."
"Nah, nigga you're pussy just like that nigga over there." I jerked my chin at Honor. "I get it, tho'. Honor helped you become a man. He unlocked the crazy in you and helped you build this muthafuckin' sadistic ass warehouse. Y'all loyalty lies in this weird shit that gets y'all niggas off."
"Where the fuck is loyalty?" Wolfe barked. "'Cause the same nigga you have your gun pointed at is the same nigga that helped you get off them pills and cleaned up every fucking mess you made!"
"With my muthafuckin' self! Fuck Honor!" I slammed the gun against my chest. "I'm the only nigga I can trust. You're letting this nigga off the hook like he didn't lie to you. He knew Chosyn's father was alive. Knew Chance was tight with Lucian and didn't say shit. How the fuck you gon' side with him over me?"
I was pissed, but underneath it all, I was hurt. It was the same fucking story, just a different face.
"I'm not taking sides," Wolfe insisted. "I can see the logic and flaws in both of y'all. Honor kept shit from me, but so did Chosyn. How I'ma forgive the woman I love but not the nigga who basically raised me?"
"Yeah, well, that bitch-ass nigga didn't raise me." I shrugged, masking the hurt behind nonchalance. "Yo! Who the fuck did you kill in this bitch, Oscar the Grouch?"
"You a funny ass nigga, but nah, I killed the nigga that was causing issues in your household." Honor's voice was low, devoid of emotion. "The skeleton is Rakim, and that body over there belongs to his mom. The rest of his crew has been taken care of, too." Honor stood up, tossing his gun on the table. "So instead of bitching, thank me, nigga."
"Honor muthafuckin' Gravehart," I said, smirking as I slapped my palm against my gun. "Always the muthafuckin' savior, never the problem."
I couldn't even pretend I wasn't relieved Rakim was dead. That nigga was a headache I didn't need.
"But you know what? I'm not even mad about it. I won't ask how you got it done so easily. I killed Lynx, and you killed Rakim. Problem fucking solved. It's still fuck y'all nigga, tho'." I tucked my piece back into my waistband and turned to leave.
"Crown, get the fuck back here so we can talk this shit out," Wolfe ordered behind me.
"Fuck that nigga." Honor chuckled. "If he wanna be mad that I kept some shit to myself while looking out for his bitch-ass, let him."
I tugged at my braid, trying to scratch the itch of my trigger finger. Honor knew who the fuck I was, and he was pushing it. He wanted to see just how far I was willing to take shit. Regardless of how I felt, Honor was still my brother.
