Page 96 of River & Crown
"He did exactly what he was supposed to do. You got hurt, and he came looking for answers."
"Yeah, but he didn't have to get so... violent."
"Something tells me this isn'tviolentin comparison to what he'll do to someone who actually hurt you. Plus, I brought it on myself. He asked what we talked about that night, and I didn't tell him."
"What happened isn’t your fault."
"Not directly, but I did have your car towed here, and instead of checking it out to see if it was tampered with, I went home to check in with Monica. When your boyfriend showed up, I was just getting back here."
"I don't blame you," I told him, meaning every word.
"I appreciate that." We hugged once more, then Chosyn came out calling my name.
"What?" I playfully smacked.
"Your man is on my phone talking about you hung up on him."
"I did not. My phone is in the car. He had me on hold."
"Yeah, well, take this phone. Blowing my phone up while I'm in the middle of getting the help his brother claims I need." Scoffing, she passed me the phone, and I saw she had the call muted.
"Wait, you came here because of Wolfe?"
"Yup. After I set his house on fire and told him that if he allowed my child to be around my sister again, I would burn him in his sleep. He told me I had to get some help to better communicate my feelings." She shrugged and headed back inside.
"Four where your ass go?"
"I was speaking to Rook while you had me on hold."
"You with him still?"
"Yeah."
"Put me on speaker."
"Crown," I groaned, knowing he was about to show his ass.
"Four, you keep makin' a nigga repeat himself. I'm not a parrot speaking for the first time. Do as I fuckin' say or I'm on your ass."
"Be nice," I mumbled, then put the phone on speaker.
"Aye, Rook, you there?" he asked.
"I'm here," Rook answered, glancing at me.
"I don't gotta say much 'cause you've seen how I get 'bout Four. While she's with you, you're responsible for her well-being. Something happens to her, and you gotta see me. Understand?"
"Crown, please stop..."
"Four, pipe down while your husband is handling shit. I'ma get back to you. Just stay pretty for a nigga." I blushed and didn't have a clue why.
"Back to you, Rook. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yeah, I got you," Rook answered with a twinge of laughter in his voice.
"Good. Now go back in your shop and give me and mine a second to speak."
Rook walked off, and I immediately turned our call into a FaceTime.
