Page 7 of Cove City: Volume II
She turned to look at the girl, then back at me. “Who Flex? Better not touch that, her nigga don’t play.”
She got a nigga huh?I handed the waitress the money from my pockets as my eyes stayed on Flex. “Yeah, well, out with the old, in with the new,” I mumbled.
“I know you. You hang out with um, what’s his name, Bop.”
I quickly shot her a look. I didn’t think Foe would have people that fucked with Bishop in his club. I stood from the table and brushed past her. I couldn’t be in here long before someone else spotted me. I eyed Flex one last time before I left the club. Flex was fine as hell, and although I hated to do it. I was about to bag Shorty and at least for now, I would have a place to lay my fucking head.
PIERRE
I stared at the phone after Tuesday hung up on me. I wasn’t mad at her; I was mad at myself. I was mad because I allowed myself to fall face forward into something I was so strongly against, and there was no turning back. I was hooked. I was in love, and I was begging. I had become my niggas. I found someone who made me happy, and it was taken away from me. The more I thought about losing Tuesday, the more I knew I needed to find my cousin. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep another night knowing that nigga was out there, and my girl was suffering.
Bishop had finished talking to the contractor about repairs to his business while I stood off to the side looking like a fucking sad puppy. “More fucking money. Nigga, I’ve invested a lot into this business only for this nigga to come in and light my shit up. You know what, let’s roll,” he gritted.
Bishop was fired up and I knew he wanted to retaliate. The only thing stopping him was Indigo. Bishop was trying his best to be on his best behavior on the account of her sobriety, but it wasn’t going to last too long if those Zoo niggas kept moving this way. We hopped in the car and took off. I had no idea where the nigga was going, but the more my mind wandered off, the angrier I became. Bishop was driving so fast that I almost missed the stop I wanted him to make. “Ayo, pull over!” I yelled.
He made a quick swerve, cutting a car off and pulling in front of the house where I knew Quinton would chill at times. I barely allowed the car to stop before jumping out. I lifted my shirt, snatched my gun, jogged up to the door, and without warning, I kicked that muhfucka in. “Ah!” a girl screamed.
She was on her knees, butt ass naked, sucking a nigga off. He quickly threw his hands up as she crawled over to the side. “Where the fuck that nigga at?”
He snatched the pillow, tossing it on his lap, “Nigga, who the fuck you talking about?”
I peeked into the raggedy ass kitchen, “Pretty boy ass nigga, I’m looking for Soho!” I yelled.
The guys he hung out with knew who I was. Him acting like he didn’t know only pissed me off. He moved so fast I almost missed it.
Bloaw!
My body shifted to the side with the bullet barely missing me.
I aimed and fired at the wall right above his head.Bloaw! Bloaw!
I rushed over to him, pointing the gun at his face, “Listen, I’m not here for you, but you shooting at me will get you killed. When you see that muhfucka, you tell him Pierre is looking for his bitch ass. If you shoot at me again, you ain’t got to worry about a limp dick, nigga you gone be slump just like that crusty muhfucka she was sucking,” I gritted then stood straight up.
Bishop came rushing through the door with his gun aimed in every direction, “Nigga what the fuck?”
I headed toward the door, “Come on ain’t shit going on in here,” I told him as I walked out of the house.
Bishop’s flats tapped at the concrete, “Oh, she got you out here on my type of time. Nigga, warning next time. I almost bust my ass trying to get up in there. Besides, Quinton knows you are looking for him. He’s not going to be in a place where he can easily be found. Let’s put the word out.”
At this point, my head was all over the place. Something in my gut was telling me that Quinton was responsible for much more than just violating Tuesday, and until he saw me, this shit was far from over. There would be no begging or pleading for his life.There would be no compromise when I blew his throat open. My cousin was officially dead to me.
I needed to get to my mom’s. I needed her help. Little did Tuesday know I was going to find her. Leaving me wasn’t an option. A nigga was in love and there was no compromise. She was coming home.
May 1990
Turn Your Back on Me
Bunny,
It’s so good to hear from you. I saw you the other day. The temptation to approach you was undeniable. However, I knew you wanted space. Watching your perfectly coffee skin glow and the smile on your face told me you were happy. Congratulations on the job, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't take on that article.
As much as I want to tell you things, I cannot. Best, please trust me when I say the life the Averys live is not for the paper. If you have any love for me, you will do as I ask and back off. The things that are happening around me cannot be in the press. The Cove’s secrets are bigger than just the Averys. My father always said you were the one to watch for, and I don’t want his words to be true.
Listen, I’m away for a while, but when I get back, maybe you and I can talk this out. Best, I beg that you let it be. Please don’t do this. You said you would never turn your back on me, and if you do this, then you would be going back on your word. Of all people, you are the one I trust the most. We’re supposed to be friends, not enemies.
I cannot protect you from where I am. You can send your letter to this address. I’ll be awaiting your letter. As always, I miss you and I love you.
Sincerely,
