Page 117 of Treason's Temptation
“It’s not you that he doesn’t trust,” Ward explained.
“I know.” Tre worried as much as I did. He just concealed it better. “Speak of the devil.” I beamed as I answered his FaceTime call. “Hey, you.”
“Wassup, Blue. What you doing?”
“Eating. I made spaghetti for dinner.”
“Spaghetti lasts at least five days. Why the hell did you do that?”
“I wanted it, plus we had to eat.”
“We? That nigga is grown. He can feed his damn self.”
“It’s always your own people. Selfish motherfucka,” Ward replied, loud enough for Treason to hear him.
“You got this nigga sitting at the table like y’all are a happy family.”
“We are because you’re gone.”
Tre wasn’t laughing, his jaw squared, staring at me.
“Stop fuckin’ with me, Blue, for real. It’s been a long day.”
“I can tell. You look tired.”
“I am tired and hungry as fuck while you’re out here feedingDarren.”
“Gotta’ eat before we go elope,” Ward joked, damn near giving Tre a heart attack.
“Keep playin’ and I’ll give Caroline something to do next Sunday.”
“Soft ass. Can’t eat, sleep, or breathe withoutBlue.” Ward laughed as I got up from the table.
“I didn’t take you for the sensitive type,” I replied, shutting the bedroom door.
“You think this shit is funny?”
“About as funny as Fallon coming over screaming at me. I’m real close to letting her ass have it.”
“Somebody claims to have a list of Sloane’s clients. A bunch of wealthy powerful motherfucka’s like Judge Cromwell and Mark Jones that won’t take their business aired out lying down.
Pausing our call, I did a quick Google search, laughing at the two images that popped up.
“If those are the names on the list, somebody is lying.”
“How do you figure?”
“Sloane is two things, pro black and vain as hell. Judge Cromwell is white, and Mark Jones has that hideous keloid on his face. She wouldn’t be caught dead with either of them. Not even for the money.”
“You sure about that?”
“I guess all that trust you said we had was bullshit.”
“I trust you, Blue, but she’s not wrong. We can’t do nothing, so pick your poison,” Treason said, leaving it up to me. I hated that he was trying. Where was his big ego when I needed it to make an impossible decision?
“I’m not talking about Lorenzo.”
“Cool. What else have you been doing other than cooking for nigga’s?”
