Page 20 of Cove City: Vol. I

When he turned it was some young nigga. “Sup?”

The little nigga had to be at least Dio’s age maybe a little older. It was clear the nigga didn’t have any customer service skills. “Fuck you mean Sup? Nigga you’re a server.”

He glanced around, then back at me. “My bad. It’s my first day. Sup Sasha. I mean, hello ma’am,” he said as he looked at me.

“Hey Keith. I see Bishop has you working in here. Good for you.”

“Yeah, well it was Bleek the nigga kept,” he paused. “I mean, yeah, he kept asking. Ayo Sash this nigga yo boyfriend or something. Tell his big ass to back off.”

I couldn’t believe this shit. Freckles placed her hand on mine. “Yes, Keith. Can you, um, tell the bartender we want two shots of Tequila, please.”

“Got you,” he said as he walked off.

Eyes on her.“So, you just know the whole fucking city.”

It was like watching her in her comfort zone, and it made me feel some type of way. She bobbed her head to the music until her eyes landed on me. “Come on Zeus ease the fuck up.”

Although I was here for her, I was also scoping shit out. I watched every door, server, musician, hell even the fucking busboy. I stuck my hand in my pocket, pulled out a box, and slid it to her. Her eyes widen. It was as if I could sense her happiness. When she opened it, she looked at me.

“I meant what I said. I want you to have a key. Baby, I would be lying if I said I don’t want you to live with me. I don’t want to wake up alone, Sasha, but if this is where we have to—”

A dark shadow emerged beside us as this person placed the shots on the table, damn near slamming them down.

“The fuck!” I snapped.

“Nigga why the fuck are you in here?”

My eyes rose to see Bishop standing there, grilling me.

I crossed my arms, “I’m a paying customer. You turning down money?” I paused. “Nigga!”

“Bishop, please,” Freckles mumbled.

“Sup, Sash. You know fuck well—”

“She knows fuck well what? Huh nigga? You talking spicy as a bitch!” I shouted as I shot up from the table, and as soon as I did, Pierre came right to that nigga’s side.

“You want the smoke?”

Before I could say another word, Soho, Sono came out of nowhere. “Sup nig- Sup Zu,” he said as if he had been caught.

“Sup niggas? How well do you know these niggas,Sono!”

Pierre held his hand out, “Nigga you better back the fuck up off my cousin!” Pierre shouted.

The first person I stared at was Freckles. These niggas were cousins, and she was trying to get Sono bitch ass put on. I was boiling inside. I shove that niggas hand out of the way. From there on out, Pierre and I got to tussling. Each of us gave blow after blow. I didn’t know where Freckles was because Pierre and I had moved around that bitch. Somehow, we ended up outside. I heard the click of a gun.

Click! Click!

“Nigga those dreads about to be flying high in the sky,” Bishop grumbled.

Click! Click!

“And your big brick body ass going to be kissing the asphalt,” Chevy jumped in.

Bishop slowly nodded. Pierre wiped his mouth as he eyed me. I could see Sono rolling a toothpick in his mouth as he watched chaos ensue. Freckles peered at me coldly while some girl screamed at Pierre to take her home. The shit was all fucked up.

Bishop turned toward Chevy, and they both stood face-to-face. The niggas were both seething. Chevy hadn’t fully recovered but my nigga was close to being his old self. I honestly didn’t give a shit if he aired this bitch out, but I thought about something happening to him and Z is pregnant. I stepped in front of the two until I heard her voice.

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