Page 31 of River & Crown
"You playin' like a muthafucka won't snatch them glasses and snap 'em in two."
"Why do you always threaten my glasses when you know you'll spazz on me for not wearing them afteryoubroke them?" Just in case this nigga was serious about breaking my glasses, I leaned my head closer toward the window to be on the safe side.
"I'll tape them muthafuckas back together." He shrugged.
"I am not walking around wearing taped-up glasses."
"Shit, if you ain't. What you gon' do, bump into walls and trip all day? We both know, like me, you can't live without 'em."
"Yeah, okay. Glasses are replaceable. I can swap 'em out for a new pair or get contacts. The same can be said for yo'... Crown, grab the fucking steering wheel and slow the fuck down!"
"Nah, don't get scared now. Talk that shit, Four. Let a nigga know you gon' swap him out so I can kill us both. Then press yo'ass in the afterlife 'bout the nigga youthoughtwas gon' take you from me."
"Crown, stop fucking playing!"
With his hands off the wheel, Crown sped down the narrow road. We were almost two hours out of the city, so I wasn't familiar with the location. Thankfully, the traffic was minimal, but if we hit anything, neither of us would make it out alive. The car drifted toward the right, the tires skidding too damn close to the edge rattling my nerves.
"Cortez!" I shrieked.
"I don't think I'm gon' make it to heaven, Four. You gon' have to pack a bag and sneak into hell. When you come, make sure you got ya wings so a nigga can see how pretty of an angel you are." He laughed.
"Cortez, you fucking lunatic!" I yelled, reaching for the wheel.
He smacked my hands away, telling me to "Chill," before grabbing the wheel and easing up on the gas.
"Chill? Nigga, you could have killed us," I blacked, still fighting to catch my fucking breath.
"How you scared when you street race?" He chuckled.
"That's different. I'm in control when I race. Wha... what you did was childish as fuck." Recalling something he said, I burst out laughing. "Nigga, did you really tell me to wait until I get my wings to sneak out and meet you in hell?" Tears came to my eyes because Crown was the most unserious man I've ever met. It was all jokes all the time with him. Only his jokes were deadass how he felt.
"Hell fucking yeah. You telling me you won't come find your husband and show off those angel wings?" He jerked his head back, offended by the thought, instead of realizing what he asked was impossible.
"Yes, Crown, I'll come find you," I cooed, then reached toward his face to run my nails across his goatee.
"Nah, don't try to butter me up. Keep yo' ass in heaven. I'ma find me a heathen who got that fire neck."
"Get that bitch killed if you want." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"She gon' already be dead, Four," he chortled.
"I don't give a fuck!"
"Yeaah, Four! Get crazy 'bout yo' muthafuckin' husband," he boasted, slapping the steering wheel.
"You are not my husband," I chided.
"Yeah, ight. You're my wife, even when you're not. Stop playing, or I'ma lock that ring back on your fuckin' finger."
"So childish," I countered.
"Telling me you was gon' swap me out like some fuckin' glasses is childish. Anything I did after is mid. Go in the glove compartment and grab that scarf for me."
"No!" I spat.
"Four, stop fuckin' doing the most and grab that shit."
"I'm doing the most when you literally just tried to kill us?"
