Page 54 of River & Crown
"River, I didn't know you were back to wearing contacts?" Kysre randomly said.
"Huh?"
"Contacts," she repeated. "I found them under my seat. I dropped my lip gloss and was looking for it."
I grabbed the contacts from her hands, barely listening to how she found them. I took my glasses off, asking Kysre to hold them for me as I popped in my contacts. I blinked a few times, waiting for them to settle.
"You really gonna drive with them in?" Kysre asked.
"Yup. Nervous?" I teased.
"Never. Not with you at the wheel."
We locked B's and then faced forward as the crowd began to shift. Across from me, my opponent sat tucked away in her car, smirking in my direction, convinced she already won. Out the corner of my eye, a familiar face caught my attention. I turnedfor a better look, but he was already gone. Brushing off what I might’ve saw, I smiled at my opponent. If only she knew, her pockets would be a few grand short this evening.
Kyree, in her leather Briar Beauty jacket, stepped into the space between both cars and lifted her arms. I gripped the wheel, feeling like a new woman. Kyree introduced my opponent with a few dry words that barely got the crowd going. I snickered because they should have known better than to go against me.
"On the right, they call her River, 'cause just like water, she's fucking unstoppable!"
The crowd went crazy at the mention of my name, giving me a rush. I was ready. No more thinking. No emotions. It was just me and the road.
"Y'all know how this goes. When the flag drops, them engines better purr. The first one back takes the cash."
Kyree raised the flag, then stalled. The empty space between the flag and the ground was where I left my anxiety. Then it fell, and our engines came to life. I surged forward, leaving my opponent in the dust. This was a sure win. My car growled like a beast as I mashed the gas.
"Let's fucking go, River! Big muthafuckin' Four!" Kysre hyped me.
She continued on, but my excitement had quickly fizzled. Something was wrong. The wheel was loosening. My hands gripped it tighter, but the car wasn't in my control. Panic shot through me as I saw the guardrail come up too fast. My stomach dropped, everything slowing down in a split-second, the world narrowing into a blur of streetlights, rubber screeching, and Kysre screaming my name. I yanked the wheel, but the back end of my car whipped around, throwing us into a spin I couldn't stop. Then I heard it, the force of the impact rattling through my bones.
"Kysre," I groaned.
My vision dimmed, a rush of dizziness clouding my senses.
Chapter 13
Crown Gravehart
"Sir! Sir! You can't park there!" Not giving a fuck what that nigga was talking about, I stormed through the automatic doors.
"Sir!" Feeling a hand on my arm, I snatched away, jerking the nigga forward.
"Don't fuckin' touch me," I barked. "Do your fuckin' job and secure my muthafuckin' car."
"But sir, you?—"
This nigga wasn't hearing me. I snatched him by the collar of his button-up shirt, hemming his ass against the wall.
"Tell me what the fuck I can't do again. I dare you!" The dude was visibly shaken. Sweat poured from his pores as the smell of piss rose between us. "Pissy ass nigga," I scoffed, then tossed his ass out the automatic doors.
These muthafuckas in this hospital were gon' have a nigga on the twelve o'clock news. Approaching the nurse's station, I gave the woman sitting by the desk a warning look to not fuck with me. She must've taken it for some type of mating call because her white ass tongue lapped her top lip right before her buttery chiclets bit into her bottom lip. Crazy part 'bout it, her lips looked drier after she did all that extra shit.
"Good evening, handsome, how can I?—"
Ignoring her thirsty ass, I reached over the desk to grab the tablet nurses used to keep up with patients moving around the hospital.
"Sir, you can't take that," her ugly ass huffed, standing up like that was gon' do some.
"Too late."
