Page 16 of Suleem and Yahzi
She talked, I listened, but through her love and wisdom I realized I wasn’t angry with Yahzi. I was fucking hurt. She left me. We both lost a child and had to navigate that alone. I was also destroyed because I caused her pain and broke parts of her heart that I would never be able to repair.
That was one of the main reasons I gladly gave her mine. I would never love anyone the way I loved her. No other woman could challenge the loyalty that would forever belong to Yahzi. Her ass hadn’t been home twenty-four hours and I already felt whole.
“Is it done?” She smiled, walking around the truck.
“Yeah, it’s done, what you think?”
“It’s pretty.”
“You want one?”
She grinned, opening the driver’s door and peeking inside like she was inspecting my work. Shit was cute as fuck.
“No, this isn’t really my vibe. It’s sexy though.”
“Bruh, don’t call another man’s whip sexy around me.”
Yahzi smiled over her shoulder and closed the door. “It’s a truck. It can be sexy.”
“A truck that belongs to a nigga who isn’t yours, so nah, that’s not the word you need to use.”
“It’s skillfully customized by my man but still not my thing.”
She eased her arms around my waist and lifted her chin to look up at me. My mouth met hers before I cupped her ass. “Nah, this ain’t your vibe but I got something for you. Come on.”
“Where we going?”
“Out back. I want to show you something.”
She got giddy as hell when I lifted the bay and we walked out into the bright ass sun that had us both squinting. I crossed the back lot to my private garage and keyed the code to enter through the side door instead of opening the main door. As soon as we stepped inside, her eyes lit up.
“Whose is this?”
“You like it?”
It was a 1980 Porsche 911 Carrera.
“You know I do, that’s my dream car. Why would you tease me like this?” She pouted then went right to it, opening the driver’s door and settling behind the steering wheel. I watched her checking everything out, looking beautiful as hell because she was in love to the point where I was almost jealous.
“All the mechanics should be done in a couple more weeks. The new seats and dash will be here in a few days. Once all that’s in place, I’m gon’ do my thing with it.”
“You’re customizing this?”
“Yeah. Hunter green.”
Her head turned to me so damn fast her brain had to have knocked against that damn skull.
“Oh that’s mean. Why would you agree to that? Does the owner want to sell it?”
“I hope not since I bought this shit for her.”
She grilled the fuck out of me when I walked over and eased into the passenger seat but then she smiled, leaned across the console, and kissed me. “Thank you.”
“The fuck you thanking me for?”
“You said bought it forher. This is mine.”
“You sure 'bout that?”
