Page 58 of Treason's Temptation
“I am good.” Rylo boasted before asking, “You think Treason can get me in?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Well, there you have it. Don’t let Thandie have you beefing with yo’ nigga. Everybody has a story when you’re happy. She just wants some attention,” Aston asserted.
“Y’all did look cute during that interview. He was cheesing hard as fuck, so what happened?”
“Tre wants shit his way all the time.”
“Welcome to fuckin’ with a boss. Is his way that bad?” Rylo inquired.
I drank the rest of my drink, the glass clanking against the scratched-up wooden table. “It feels like it.”
“Y’all are two sides of the same crazy ass coin. Your man is a control freak. And an asshole. I could really go on, but you are too. All that pride won’t keep either of you warm at night.”
“Damn, that was good, Rylo. You got me ready to call Keon.”
Rylo groaned at the idea, “He’d have to be a boss to qualify, and Keon doesn’t run shit but other bitches to Planned Parenthood.”
“Allegedly!” Aston quipped.
“What did Keon do to you?” I asked.
“Not treat my sister right, and this fool is ready to give him a chance to do it again,” Rylo shook his head.
“Remember that shit the next time you call my phone complaining about Tyceon.”
“And who is Tyceon?” I asked, rolling my neck.
But Rylo waved me off, “Nobody friend.”
Watching them bicker made me miss my own sister even more. It was something about siblings, sisters especially. A bond that felt like a warm hug I could use tonight, but the Tequila shots were doing a damn good job. I was even having fun withAston and Rylo when a man and woman approached. The man carried his confidence like a knife tucked in his boot.
“Hey, Aston.” The woman smiled, moving in for a hug. “It’s been too long!”
They exchanged quick pleasantries, catching up like old friends. Meanwhile, the man stared at me with a mischievous smirk.
“Sup, Navie.”
“Do I know you?”
Now his girl was looking at me like I was fucking her man. I didn’t even know his name and was confused how he knew mine.
“Nah, but I know Tre. We grew up together,” he said, introducing himself, “K-Low.”
His girl’s shoulders relaxed, but mine didn’t. K-Low wasn’t a friend of Tre’s. The hatred seeped from his pores, disguised as love.
“I’ll let him know,” I replied.
“You do that,” he said under his breath with a half-laugh. “I’m surprised he let you on this side of town.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why is that?”
“No reason. Tell your boy to holla at me though.”
The woman tugged on his arm. “Come on, babe.”
They walked away with his arm around her waist.
