Page 125 of Treason's Temptation
“You’re taking suggestions today?” Ward chided.
“Fuck you, nigga.”
“You’re considering it.”
“I am, but I don’t know. His hatred for me puts her at risk.”
“It could,” Ward agreed, and paused. “But you won’t let it. I won’t let it.”
“You getting too comfortable with my lady, nigga.”
“Blue can handle it. Shit, she handles you on a regular. K-Low will be a cake walk.”
“I heard she handled yo’ ass too. Y’all ran into Kelis.”
When I got home, Navie couldn’t wait to press me for details on a story that wasn’t mine to share.
“I thought me and sis were better than that.”
“We came a long way. I’m the top dawg now.”
“Never thought I’d see the day.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“Running into each other doesn’t change shit. I fucked up, Tre. Kelis is history,” Ward explained.
He didn’t believe that for a second. It was just bullshit, he told himself, because rejection from Kelis was the one thing he couldn’t overcome. I paused my response to text Blue since we were nearing the crib.
Me: Get dressed. I’ll be there in twenty.
Blue: Where are we going?
Me: Your wheelhouse.
Blue: Okay.
“Gotta stop being pussy, bro. I’m actually disappointed.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your approval.”
Kelis was a sensitive subject, and I didn’t need Ward in his head before meeting K-Low, especially with Navie tagging along.
I texted Blue, letting her know we were downstairs, and she came strutting out of the building a few minutes later.
“Why is it so quiet?” she asked, after a few minutes of awkward silence.
“Ward is in his feelings because I mentioned Kelis,” I spat, with a grin.
“Still?” Blue yelped, shaking her head, “He’s acting real soft.”
“Oh, y’all so locked in y’all got jokes and shit now?” Ward fired back, watching us through the rearview.
“I’m just saying. Someone once told me not to choose familiar pain over unfamiliar peace.”
Ward retreated against the leather interior, cruising to our destination. K-Low had a lot of hate in his heart. Nigga’s like that were unpredictable and nowhere Navie needed to be, but the co-op failing wasn’t an option either. I called June for reinforcements because that wasn’t a gamble I wanted to take. Not with Blue’s safety.
The truck slowed, and I grabbed the gun from under the seat, extending it to her.
