Page 43 of Cove City: Volume II
He looked at me, surprised. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, well, if Dio will have me too?”
“We’ll talk to him about it.” Zeus smiled.
When he smiled, even with tears coming down his face, I melted inside. I loved Zeus, there was no changing that. I refused to be a Navi and Preach. Zeus and I had the potential to grow into something strong, and all it takes is a little compromise. For some, compromising is not an option, but for me and my man, it was. We were healing each other’s scars our way.
Zeus pecked my lips.Another than another.“I don’t want to have sex tonight, Sasha. All I want to do is hold you. Can I do that?”
This was the first time an argument didn’t lead to sex. I smiled then nodded. “Yes.”
Before we could crawl into the bed, Dio came banging on the door, “Zeus! It’s Diamond. Yana is about to have the baby, come on nigga!”
We rushed out the door and down the steps. This was the part I truly loved about the Zoo, it didn’t matter the situation, they always stood by each other. Once we were outside Chevy, Foe, Preach, and Diamond were waiting.“Diamond! Let’s go!”Yana shouted.
Chevy and Zaria hopped in the Caprice. Preach hopped on his bike, and the next thing I saw shocked me. Foe hopped on his bike, and Harvey was on a bike. They both took off. Dio and Samara hopped in his truck, while Zeus and I hopped in the car. Zeus hit the steering wheel as his body leaned back, and he started howling.
I tilted my head back and matched his energy. I loved Zeus and the fucking Zoo. It was the Orange Gang forever.
TUESDAY
Pierre’s fighting made me upset. Not that he was fighting because I knew what type of man he was, but why? When I saw Pierre and Zeus fighting, I didn’t understand. We had gone back to Indigo’s family home. When she came by Best’s house to pick me up, I was surprised. She told me Bishop had given her the address, and she didn’t want to go shopping alone.
It allowed me time to get to know her more. She seemed happy, but the more we talked, the more I realized something about her happiness seemed forced. I wanted to pry, but I allowed her to tell me the things she wanted me to know. She explained how she and Bishop met, and that’s when the pieces of Grace and Angela came into play.
I couldn’t believe it. The Cove was a world of its own. As soon as we stepped into the house, Pierre grabbed my arm, turning me his way, “Damn it’s like that?”
“You tell me? Why were you out there fighting that man?”
He pointed behind him, “Did you not see my best friend out there fighting? I’m not about to let my nigga get jumped. Besides, the nigga put his hands on me first, and one thing about me, Tuesday I’m not a pussy ass nigga!” he shouted.
Suddenly, I heard Indigo scream so loud it scared me. “It’s over, Bishop! Leave!”
“Indigo, baby, please,” he tried talking to her.
“No,” she shook her head. “No, it’s over. I cannot handle this shit. I’ve been nice. I’ve been quiet. If you want to go and fight and do all that shit, you can. I don’t want to be around it,” she finished and walked upstairs.
Bishop looked at us, and I could tell those words sucked the life out of him. Pierre glanced at me, then at Bishop. It was as ifhe were trying to decide whether to reconcile with me or check on his friend. Bishop walked out of the house and slammed the door behind him.
“I will talk to him,” another guy said, slurring a bit.
Pierre looked at me. “Let me get you out of here. I will get up with Bishop later.”
Pierre took me by the hand and led me outside. We walked down the steps, and that’s when I saw Bishop by the garage with his head leaning against it. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouted as he began punching it.
I wonder if this is what Pierre was like when we had our moment. It made me sad that they were going through this, and I hoped they found a way to fix it because Indigo seemed like she really loved Bishop.
PIERRE
Tuesday hadn’t said anything to me since that shit that happened earlier. I tried to make sure Bishop was straight before I left, but my nigga was distraught. He was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and the one time he let his emotions get the best of him. He loses the person he fought so hard to get. I truly felt bad for my nigga.
When we pulled up to my house, I could tell Tuesday was nervous. “If it brings up too many memories. We can leave.”
“No. I’m fine,” she muttered.
I can’t lie, a nigga’s ribs were on fire, but I sucked that shit up. I got out of the car and went to open her door to help her out. I knew I had to pull out all of the bells and whistles to make up for today, so I had the only person I knew who could make this shit right help me; my superhero. Even if I wanted to be mad at my mom, I forgave her because, in the end, we were all human. We all make mistakes, and everyone deserves a second chance, just as I had been given one.
When I opened the door for Tuesday, she tossed her hand over her mouth, then looked at me. “Pierre.”
