Page 25 of Cove City: Volume II
I wanted to check his temperature before I took off. He picked up London before he walked over to me. I laughed. “Maybe it’s time you had a kid of your own?” I said, pointing to London.
“Whenever Indigo is ready. I’m not fucking with her sobriety. What’s up, though?”
“You straight my nigga? You want to talk about it?”
I could see his eyes drift off as he stroked London’s soft fur. “She’s dead, ain’t nothing to talk about.”
“Bop, nigga you don’t have to be that way with me. I—”
“I’m good nigga leave it alone. She will get the proper burial, I need to make sure my brother is good, though. I know Naheem did that shit, I know it.”
I didn’t know what to say because I had the same feeling. “I know, and however you want to handle it, we can.”
He put London down, letting her run off, “I will handle Naheem. You find that nigga Quinton. He’s been out here too long unscathed. Let me get through this party, and everything will be on go from here. I just hope Indigo can forgive me because a nigga has been real patient while shit is happening around me, and I can’t sit back and watch anymore.”
“Bet.”
Bishop was fed up, and I didn’t blame him. He had been through a lot, and to see him as calm as he has been is still a surprise to me. My nigga didn’t even take his summer trip as he had many times before, so I knew shit was getting real. I dapped him up and left. I wanted to stop by my mom’s and check on her. It had been days since I had talked to her, and I tried to get her advice on how to approach Tuesday. I needed her back because every day without her made me feel like we were growing further apart, and that’s what I didn’t want.
It had gotten pretty late, but I knew my mother should still be up. I exited the highway and passed an abandoned building. That’s when I noticed motorcycles zooming past me. I knew it was those Zoo niggas, but they went from a handful to a dozen, which let me know that Quinton was right, they had put his niggas on. Sasha’s bike came swooping out last, swerving past me to catch up with them. I was proud of her, happy she found her tribe, but wasn’t sure how I felt about her being on the orange side while at war.
I pulled out my phone to call Tuesday. I had never felt nervous to talk to her before, but for some reason, I was. The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Pierre!” she called out.
I briefly closed my eyes and shook my head because her voice was what I needed. “Baby,” I replied.
I sensed her smiling on the other side of the phone, and not only did my dick respond, but so did my heart. “Where are you?”
“Driving, you good? You need something?”
“I want to talk.”
Tuesday was talking like she was around the goddamn corner and that frustrated me because I would have much rather talked in person than over the phone. However, I didn’t want her to hang up on me. It was something about a love being snatched from me. I put her on speaker, “We can talk baby whatever you want to do, just don’t’ hang up on a nigga,’ I told her.
She sighed loudly, “But Pierre—”
“Tuesday, I can’t take this shit. Don’t hang up. How long you want a nigga to beg? You left me, you didn’t let me explain. You didn’t give me a fucking chance, and here you are trying to do the same shit again. I’m losing my fucking mind. So please, baby, please don’t hang up.”
My eyes bounce from the phone to the road as I turned onto my mother’s street. The screen went black, so I didn’t know if she hung up. “Hello?” I called out.
“I’m here.”
“Give me a second, and we can talk about whatever.”
I pulled up in front of my mother’s house and parked. I wanted Tuesday and I to get out whatever it was before I went inside to talk to my mom. I put the car in park and sat back. “Are you going to allow me to explain now?”
I could see my mom’s door open, but I figured it was her coming out to tell me to get out of the car because that’s what she always does. “You can explain, Pierre, you just have to let me in first.”
“Let you in what?” I said, looking down at the phone.
“Look to your right,” she said.
When I glanced up and turned, she was standing right there. Tuesday, my baby, my heart was standing at my goddamn window. A nigga melted inside, it almost made me feel like one of those YNs crushing over a shorty. I ended the call and got out of the car. I walked over to her. My tall frame towered over her. Tuesday raised her eyes to me. “You ready to talk?” she muttered.
I reached down and lifted her chin, “I’m ready to do whatever you want to do, as long as you promise you won’t dip on a nigga. Tuesday, I-I can’t take that shit.”
“You missed me?” she asked.
I smiled. “Like a muhfucka.”
