Page 67 of River & Crown
"My car's out front. Meet me over there," I told Kyree, since I knew she drove here.
Walking back into the hospital, I had to fight everything in me not to go back to the fourth floor and see Four. Bypassing the elevators, I headed out the front and nodded toward the security guard I had to hem up when I first got here.
"Good lookin'." I nodded, then dipped in my car to grab a stack I usually kept for instances when I needed cash.
The nigga didn’t deserve it but I still tossed it his way, and this nigga fumbled, dropping it on the floor. I shook my head, got back in my car, and sent Lakelyn a text. Four didn't know it, but her moms and I talked often. Conversations weren't more than a quick check-in, but they meant something to me. I didn't know Emily's people and hated that shit. They weren't dead, but she swore they would never approve of our relationship like a nigga lacked decorum. That shit hurt 'cause a part of me felt Emily was embarrassed by a nigga. I took Four introducing me to her mom as her wanting Lakelyn and I to have a relationship. So I did my part, pulling up whenever Lakelyn needed me to fix something around the house or needed groceries, but couldn't make it before getting out of work.
Me:
Still not letting you in?
Mama Lakelyn:
No, but the minute she does, I'll let you know.
Me:
Thanks.
Kyree pulling up next to me gave me the focus I needed. I tossed my phone on the passenger seat before signaling for Kyree to lead the way. She took off in her Mustang GT, speeding through the parking lot.
Not one to fuck around, the second we pulled up to the auto shop and saw a car parked out front, I took aim. Rize, Kyree, and Kysre all followed suit. By the time we finished, the car was sitting on four flats surrounded by glass, and the body was riddled with bullets. The four of us stood next to it, waiting for the owner to come out.
"Y'all think someone called the cops after all that shit?" Rize questioned.
"Nigga, if you scared, just say that." Kyree snickered.
"Cops don't get called around this way. In this part of Briar Ridge, people mind their business," Kysre answered.
"Good," I said, not giving a fuck either way.
"Wha... what the fuck is... my fucking car!" An older gentleman who looked to be in his sixties rocking the salt and pepper look came rushing out of the shop. In his hand was a shotgun, another thing I didn't give a fuck about.
"Aye, are you Rook?" I tossed in his direction.
"Kysre, what the fuck is this?" he seethed in her direction.
"Watch your muthafuckin' tone speaking to her," Rize calmly spoke, walking up on dude.
"Little nigga, I'll blow a hole through your chest." Dude raised his shotgun, and Rize walked right into that bitch.
"We all gotta die someday." He shrugged.
"And if you shoot him, I won't have a choice but to kill you," Kyree spat, circling dude.
"Rook, we didn't come here for trouble. Put the gun down and let us speak with you," Kysre tried to reason.
"Speak with me? I just fucking met you and you shoot up my fucking car then want to have a conversation!"
"He wants to talk." With her gun, Kyree tapped under dude's chin, lifting his head and directing it in my direction. "I need to see River's car."
"Why do you need to see it?"
"Don't worry about it. While you speak to him, we're going to check out her car."
This old ass nigga must've been something back in his day from how he took his time pondering over what Kyree said. The nigga was cocky, and his gaze never left mine.
"Fine." He lowered his gun and then tossed Kyree his keys. "You all have until our conversation is over."
