Page 47 of Cove City: Volume II
Chevy turned toward her, “You’re Beans’s mother, yes?”
Bobbie interjected. “Beans? You mean Braylen? Yes, that’s our son.”
“Humph,” Chevy replied.
Bishop glanced at everyone around the room, “Why the fuck am I here? What is this? Because me and this nigga will never get along.”
Naheem stood as he pointed around. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he took a cigar from his mouth. “Prince Avery versus Calloway Mercier, it sounds good. I honestly don’t care forthe Merciers, but we’re here. They have sucked the life out of everyone. Lake Hill was built on the backs of the Cove. So, I figure today we take back what’s ours, Clark,” Naheem smiled at Clark.
Naheem was full of shit because he didn’t care about the Cove, and to see him putting on a show made me want to smoke his bitch ass. The laugh that left Clark’s belly. Clark’s old ass looked like he would suck someone dry. He seemed to be willing to deceive his own family for riches. “Lake Hill owes the Cove nothing. I know that, James knew that, and besides your son can’t run a city, just like his mother—”
Bishop shot up from the table. “And your fucked up in the head daughter did better?”
Chevy leaned back, “Chill on my moms nigga.”
“Fuck yo momma,nigga!”
Chevy whipped his gun out and set it on the table, and I returned the energy then, Dionysus.
My eyes scanned the room as Clark and Naheem seemed to be getting satisfaction from the two. It was almost as if they couldn’t wait to see who was going to win this round.
Chevy’s finger circled the trigger. “See, you’re talking to a nigga who didn’t know his mother, but to speak about her in my fucking face is dangerous. From what I heard, yo momma met her demise just as mine did, so I guess it’s fuck her too,” Chevy clapped back.
Bishop pulled his gun out and aimed it at Chevy. Chevy stood and leaned forward, allowing the barrel to meet his forehead. “I’ve been faced with death. This shit doesn’t scare me. You and I got all the beef. From my shit being burnt down by one of your Cove niggas to every time yoursoncame to my fucking house, climbing up trees to get to mydaughter. For every time I got to think about you being with my sister, to now. I don’t fuck with you, so if you’re going to pull the trigger, do it muhfucka.”
Bishop’s hand clinched the gun. “You think I care about your speech? Nigga you don’t pump no fucking fear in my heart. From the day you bumped into me on some fuck shit, I knew what it was. That shop, I didn’t burn it down, but the way you move, I wish I had. You came to my business and aired it out, but I’m supposed to be some bitch and sit back and let you do it? Huh? And thisdaughteryou speak of was the same little fast ass girl in my muhfuckin house with her goddamn legs open for myson. The same little nigga who went out of his way to show her a good time and she shitted on him for that little nigga,” he said, pointing to Dionysus.
Dionysus slammed his hand on the table. “She has a fucking name and it’s Samara. She didn’t want that nigga. I suggest you keep her name out of your mouth because I’m not Chevy, I don’t mind serving your brains to these walls. I’m the nigga that doesn’t have it all up here. So, watch your mouth.”
Clark sat back and nodded his head, as if he were proud. Like he had just won the fucking jackpot while Cynthia rubbed his hand. Naheem puffed on his cigar like he was the fucking king. His eyes were eager to see what would happen next.
I knew Bishop was going through a lot, and I wasn’t about to let them gang up on him. I stood, “Listen, I don’t care about any of this shit, to be honest. However, what we’re not about to do is gang up on my nigga. So, if this is about to be a shootout, let that shit commence, but at the end of this shit, I got somebody to get back to, so what’s up?”
Cynthia cleared her throat. “Gentlemen, please, we’re not here for all of this—”
Chevy kicked the seat back. “Fuck that! I’m out this bitch. I don’t know what witchcraft shit this is, but it ain’t me. Bishop, nigga, stay on your side if not I’m not going to be as nice as I am tonight. Let’s go, Dio.”
The two walked over to the bookcase and waited for it to open. Chevy turned in our direction, “And my name is Mr. Calloway, muhfuckas.”
As soon as the bookcase opened, they stepped in. This entire situation escalated beyond control, and the beef that started with the Averys and Merciers came to an end. Then began again with Grace and Angela, and that died only to be resurrected with Chevy and Bishop. I didn’t know how they were to coexist in the same world, but at the end of the day, Bishop was my best friend, and whichever way he wanted to move, we would.
Now it was time to get back to Tuesday, where the love resided, because this side of my life sucked everything I had out of me. The Cove was like a book of its own, and no matter how many times we tried to come up for air, something or someone drowned the city with chaos.
I didn’t know if this Cove Zoo beef would ever end, but what I did know was that through all of it, a nigga found a love of his own and someone who finally had my back.
