Page 102 of River & Crown
"Trust, I will with a nice tip added since niggas want to be rude." Jax gathered her things, then chucked her middle finger up at Killian. This nigga snickered, then leaned down toward Ghost.
"Don't," I warned. Killian shrugged and sat up just as Jax left the conference room. "Jax is good people. Fuck color did you see?"
"Color?" Wolfe quizzed.
"Yeah, Syn said when he looks at people, he can read them based on whatever color illuminates their skin or some shit."
"Damn," Honor nodded.
"You make it seem so simple, Crown. It's not just colors," Killian said, voice low, eyes unfocused like he was looking beyond what was in this room. "It's more like I can see a person'semotions bleeding into the air. When you three look at people, what you see is the side of people that they want you to see. What I see is their soul bruised."
"Ight, but how do you know what the colors mean?" Honor asked before I could.
"My Vovo helped me to understand. This isn't something that randomly occurred in my life. For as long as I can remember, I've seen people through color."
"Nigga, if you can do all that, why ask me to find you a wife?" Honor frowned.
"Sometimes I want to make decisions without relying on my sixth sense." He shrugged. "I've been meaning to tell you, I no longer need your help. I've found my wife."
"Who?" Wolfe asked.
Killian stood up with Ghost and Grim following suit. "I left the car with the valet," was his only reply.
"My nigga!" I beamed standing up. Dapping Killian, I pulled his ass into a hug. He tensed at first, then returned the gesture.
"Don't forget about our situation coming up. I made sure Syn did her due diligence."
"'Preciate it," I told him.
"Hol' up, Killian," Honor said, getting up. "Who did you find to be your wife?"
Smirking Killian answered, "Kysre." Then left the conference room just as quickly as he came.
"Kysre... River's Kysre?" Wolfe asked.
"Yeah." I chuckled.
"How did that happen?"
"Nigga, you weren't on your job. A real nigga had to step in and play matchmaker," I told Honor, laughing. "I was with him when I got the call about Four's accident. Ghost ran in the room and jumped on Kysre's bed on some protector type shit. Killiancame in and said whatever to Kysre then the nigga left. Since then, he hits me up to check on her."
"That's one less thing on my plate." Honor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You good? It's been a minute since we all checked in with each other," I noted, feeling like shit for not being there for my brothers the way I've should've been.
"Shit's been hectic for you," Honor said. "Then this nigga's got a baby and a wife. Y'all have priorities now."
"Always been understanding." Wolfe chuckled.
"Gotta be. Not everyone's gonna see the world how I do. We all look at life through differently. It’s shaped by where we've been, the things we feel, and our beliefs. To not understand is to miss the chance to grow and see beyond yourself."
"Nah, that's real." I nodded.
"Wassup, tho'? Chosyn told me about Navy feeling a way about you working with Choyce," Wolfe said.
Honor scratched at his jaw, then glanced at us with tired eyes. That shit was new. Honor was one of the few people I knew who handled stress with ease. In the midst of chaos, it was Honor we looked to, reminding us that a calm head always prevailed.
"Aye, don't be pillow talking 'bout me and mine." He chuckled.
