Page 15 of Cove City: Vol. I

I wanted to know what he and Sash were doing back there. I wanted to know so badly I didn’t give a shit about who was in the shop. The sound of my clippers snapped on as I began cutting Keith’s head. “Ayo, P, don’t fuck me up. Bleek said you be killing it with the clippers just don’t murder my shit. I got a date tonight,” he joked.

Bleek had taken on a father role to Keith. I thought the shit was cool, but out of his caliber. Bleek had way too much going on between Synai and Tania to being handling this young nigga. So instead, Bishop took him in. Keith was learning but the little nigga’s mouth hadn’t changed. “Aye, Q, you going to show me how to ride or what? They say the bitches loves niggas on bikes,” he said to Quinton.

Slap!

I swatted the back of Keith’s head. “Little nigga watch how you talk in my shop. You need to worry less about what he’s doing and find a job or go to college. You're nineteen now.”

The fact that he even thought biker niggas was the wave bothered me let alone taking advise from my cousin. I glancedat Quinton, who was cackling on the other side. “Quinton, what were you and Sash talking about?”

He shrugged. “Business.”

“Nigga what kind of business?”

“Shit that don’t concern you cuzzo, she straight.” He winked.

I snapped the clippers off because now I was ready to rock his shit.

Ding, Dong!

“Damn who is that?” I heard Keith say.

I glanced up to see Tuesday standing there. She didn’t look nerdy like she did when I first met her. She wore blue jeans that hugged her small curves and a cut-off TSU sweater. She looked good. Like she had come straight from Lake Hill. When our eyes met, she smiled. “Hey!” she squealed.

“You're supposed to be in the hospital,” I grumbled.

Her sandals clinked against the flooring as she came over to me. “Well, they let me out early, and time waits for no one. I figured I’d pop in and interview you here.”

The word 'interview' struck everyone in the shop, causing their heads to turn, especially Quinton's, as they looked at me. I tapped Keith’s shoulder, signaling him to hold on for a second, and rushed over to her.

I snatched her arm dragging her little ass toward the back closing the door behind us. “Dawg you cannot come around saying that shit.”

“You’re hurting me,” she whined, yanking her arm away.

I reached out to touch her, “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Why are you whispering? I just came to ask some questions.”

“There is a time and a place, and this isn’t it. Look, you’re dabbling in something deeper than you know. Coming in here trying to collect information like a Sally Mae loan isn’t going to work.”

She stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, “Ok. Then when?”

I took her in. Tuesday was very attractive, a bit of a good girl, but oddly, I liked it. Her quirkiness and straightforwardness reminded me of my mother. I reached out, pushing the few strands of hair in her face behind her ear. Tuesday’s mouth opened slightly as her breathing picked up. The touch of her skin was soft and comforting. “Let me take you out. We can talk then, cool?”

She sucked in a deep breath as if she had been holding it this entire time, “Li-like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date.”

She chewed on the side of her jaw. “Ok.”

I pulled my phone out and handed it to her. “Put your number in.”

She hesitantly took my phone, pecking at the screen, then handed it back to me. “I will text you later.”

She ran her hand through her hair and left the room while I watched. I didn’t know why I offered a date I just needed to do something to stop her ass from coming around. Now, I had placed myself in an even bigger hole.

If Pierre thought for a second, I was going to be a chatter box about what Sasha and I talked about he had a nigga fucked up. I knew her before he did. Hell, if it weren’t for me, he would have never pulled her ass. I loved my cuzzo, but the nigga moved funny. I had always set the plays to get some motion. If it wasn’t me, it was that nigga, Bishop. Pierre had always done what he does best, worry about what a bitch had to say, just as he was doing now.

Pierre thought he was slick asking me about Sasha when he had a little shorty popping up to see him. I click the clippers back on after she came trotting her little slim thick ass up out of here. A nigga never had issues pulling bitches, but Pierre had always got the best of them. Sasha, though, that shit wasn’t supposed to happen and if I say I wasn’t salty about it I would be lying.

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