Page 22 of River & Crown
"I might not beat a bitch, but I have no issue deading a mutt."
"So, she can hit me, but I can't get my lick back?"
"Sounds 'bout right to me."
"Fuck you, Crown!"
"Bitch, don't address my nigga," Four barked, getting riled up.
"Aye, be easy. You had yo' chance to handle it, and you fumbled. Let a real nigga do real shit," I told Four, then looked to Leah. "You got yo' phone on you?"
"Yeah." She smirked.
"Pull that shit out and open yo' camera."
Leah did as I asked while I planted kisses on the side of Four's face, making her giggle.
"Snap a few pictures of my wife and me right quick."
"What?"
"Snap a few fuckin' pictures 'fore you make me shoot your fuckin' pinky toe off. Smile for the camera, Four."
Rolling her eyes, Four smiled, and I kissed her cheek as Leah snapped a picture.
"Ight, look, this is what I need you to do for me. Any time you feel that fatal attraction itch, look at that picture. Let it be a reminder that Four is where my heart beats the loudest. She's my wife, and 'bout her, I'm willing to bleed the block to make sure my heart keeps the same obnoxious circadian rhythm. You already fucked up what I had planned for our six-month anniversary. If I gotta come see 'bout you again, I'll be the last muthafucka you lay eyes on. Now, apologize to my wife."
"Crown, I'm not?—"
The Glock aimed at her forehead turned thatI'm notinto anI apologizereally muthafuckin' quick.
"I apologize, River."
"Save the apology and stay the fuck outta my way. I don't know what happened to our friendship, but?—"
"I had him first. That's what happened," Leah blurted.
"Bitch, you never had me. We fucked, and the pussy was mediocre. I hit once and dipped. I kept it cordial to help your self-esteem. Now I see I should've A-town stomped on that shit. That's on me, tho'." Kissing the side of Four's neck, I brought my lips to her ear. "I apologize for not making shit clear to her."
"It's fine. I just hope she's happy with how things played out."
"Whatever!" Leah stomped off, and I helped Four back inside the car.
"Did you really have to do the most and make her take our picture?"
"Fuck you think?" I scoffed. "What I look like letting a random bitch who can't slurp the nut right play with you?" The way I was comin' behind River was gon' have muthafuckas thinking I was her spine.
Pulling her into me, I let my fingers get tangled in her curls. My tongue parted her lips, stealing her breath and replacing it with the kind of feeling that was gon' give her clit a heartbeat.
"I'm sorry I didn't speak up," she apologized.
"Never let what the next bitch say cloud your judgment of me. The only bitch who can say they had me in the way you got me is dead, so really no one can say that shit."
"Crown!"
Four bit back her laugh, trying to mask the humor that tugged at her juicy lips. It was wrong to make fun of the dead, but if she knew how Emily died, she might've laughed harder.
"I'm serious, Four. Chosyn is a fake ass Mrs. Gravehart. You're the real one even when you ain't."
