Page 126 of Treason's Temptation
“You know what to do with that?”
“You’re giving me a gun? I guess we have a whole lot of trust now.”
“Don’t make me regret it.” The slow smile on her lips drew me in for a kiss before pushing the door open, “Let’s go.”
Navie scooted to the edge of the seat and hopped down. June and two soldiers stood leaning against the old brick building. When his beady eyes noticed the feminine figure with Ward and me, June flicked away the cigarette and pushed his shoulders back in a mocked salute.
“Aye, that’s the bitch that stole my wallet!” I turned around at Yates, pointing at Navie.
Right or wrong, Yates needed to check his tone before I did it for him.
“Learn how to take no like a man,” Navie’s response had Yates’ lips balled up, ready to attack, while Ward laughed.
“That bitch keeps food on your table. Fix your fuckin’ attitude before you lose more than a wallet,” I warned.
June gave Yates a look that made him retreat, with a scowl on his face.
“Are we ready to do this or what?” June asked, cutting through the testosterone.
I nodded, then pulled Navie aside, “The fuck did you steal Yates’ wallet for?”
“He was getting on my nerves,” she shrugged. Reading my twisted expression, she explained, “I told him I wasn’t interested, and he kept pressing me. I took his wallet for my troubles.”
“No going rogue in there. I mean it, Blue. Follow my lead.”
“You’re the problem. Shouldn’tyoube followingmylead?” Navie quipped, with a raised brow.
“Don’t make me remind you who I can be,” I tapped her ass, pushing her in front of me, “Let’s go.”
Navie led the way with an army behind her, ready for anything. She was the last thing K-Low expected when we walked in. His brows relaxed, forming a grin as we neared.
“You told me to tell my man to holla at you, so I brought him to you,” she sang confidently.
K-Low was already leaning back in his chair like he owned the room. “A pretty bitch that listens. I like that.”
“Watch your motherfuckin’ mouth.”
“It’s all good, Stink, relax,” Navie bulged her eyes, demanding I fall in line.
“Stinkthinks he can call the shots without respecting the work I’ve done?” His tone was sharp, calculated, like every word was meant to push my buttons.
I laughed, letting the room know exactly how I felt about that statement. K-Low wanted credit for work that had long expired. He was still clinging to his glory days while the city moved on.
“Something funny nigga?” K-Low gritted.
“You really are a crazy motherfucka.”
Navie stepped forward, calm, letting her presence speak before her words.
“You and Tre both want the same thing. Stability. Respect. Money that flows without interruption. Why make it harder?”
“Ask your man that. He’s the one trying to strong-arm me like I didn’t beat his ass in 6thgrade.”
Navie anticipated my rebuttal, her eyes reminding me to stand down. It took everything in me not to tell this nigga to try me now, but a 6th-grade fight on the playground was his greatest claim to fame.
“I’m talking to you, and we’re all among friends here. Right?” She tilted her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulder, eyes locking on his.
K-Low smirked, leaning forward slightly, but she didn’t flinch. “Then what's up with the army for a friendly meeting?” That intrigued him, or maybe it was the look on my face. Not because this nigga had a chance of ever taking what’s mine. It was the principle of his eye fucking her like he wanted to.
