Page 103 of River & Crown
"It wasn't like that. Chosyn was worried about you and asked how you were. She normally doesn't ask 'bout you, so when she did that, it piqued my interest," Wolfe explained.
"Tell sis I'm good. Ain't shit I can't handle."
"You know we're here for you, right? If you wanna get back to getting the money up for Lucian, we can do that," I offered.
"Nah, I'm good. Navy just has some shit she gotta work through."
"Ight. Aye, come see Four's present."
We left the conference room and headed toward the parking garage. I had some ill shit planned for Four's birthday. With all she'd been through, she deserved the world and more.
"Aye, this you?" Honor whistled, eyeing the car.
"River's gon' lose her mind when she sees this," Wolfe added, dapping me up.
"My baby deserves the best." I was smiling proudly.
"I'm proud of y'all," Honor said.
"Nigga, chill with the emotional shit. You know this nigga is a crier," Wolfe joked, tossing his head in my direction.
"Fuck up nigga, 'fore I have Chosyn hide your weighted blanket," I teased, laughing.
"My heart wouldn't do that shit. Not for the nigga calling her the fake Mrs. Gravehart. I still need my fade 'bout that too, nigga."
"Come on, nigga." Throwing my hands up, I stepped back on my right foot, ready to work this nigga.
"Honor you see this nigga?" Wolfe chucked his chin in my direction, then threw his hands up. The two of us slap boxed, breathing heavy and sounding winded as fuck.
"Aye, y'all done?" Honor asked. He was leaning against Four's new car with his arms folded. Wolfe and I threw our hands up, laughing.
"Yeah, we done," I said, pulling my phone out. A text from Four came through.
Four :
Hungry. Please stop and get me some smothered turkey wings, cabbage, and baked mac & cheese.
Me:
Say less
"Aye, I'm outta here. Four's hungry and wants food from Angie's Soul House."
"Chosyn hit me, saying the same. I'ma roll with you," Wolfe said.
"Ight. What you about to do?" I asked Honor.
"Head back to the crib to chill with Navy."
"Ight."
Wolfe and I dapped Honor up and watched as he pulled off. I tossed Wolfe my keys and told him to give me a second. Heading toward the booth in the garage, I made sure the valet knew to move Four's car to the rooftop and to throw a tarp over it.
"If you value your life, don't let shit happen to my wife's car," I warned dude.
"Nothing will happen, sir, I promise."
Dropping the keys, I jogged back to my car and hopped in, smiling. Four had a nigga gone.
