Page 47 of Cove City: Vol. I

Diamond burst into laughter, “Now that was a good one.”

Chevy stopped walking, turning toward us. “I want that nigga’s head. He wanted to fuck with a real one and he got it. I’m shooting his shit up tomorrow.”

Chevy was on Demon status. He was ready to paint this bitch orange, and for once, there was nothing we could do but ride. I thought about sending a warning through Freckles, but there was no point because she had enough time to warn them and didn’t. It was the Cove versus Zoo, and there could only be one.

I lay in bed, letting my thoughts consume me. I heard my phone vibrate, but I ignored it. It was in the middle of the night, and my thoughts were louder than the crickets that chirped outside my window. The feeling of Tuesday patting my face like a fucking dog bothered me.Did we break up?Had she not felt anything for a nigga?She had become the one thing I had in my life that wasn’t attached to this place. I could be honest with her in ways I couldn’t with my niggas. I didn’t have to hide the type of nigga I was with her because she accepted me for who I was and that alone said a lot about her.

I never imagined falling for a woman who reminded me of my mother. Then I thought about Sasha. If she could find happiness after me, I should have been able to do the same thing.Did I have love for Sash?Yes, I loved her for opening my eyes, for protecting her peace and for carrying a nigga’s seed. She allowed me to look at shit differently and for that I loved her. My phone buzzed again. I picked it up this time, and it was my moms. When I glanced at the time, I sat straight up, “Hello, Ma?”

“I’m okay, Pookie. I was calling because,” she paused. “Someone is here waiting on you,” she whispered.

“Who?”

“Just get here,” she said and hung up.

I hopped out of bed, threw on a shirt, grabbed my keys, and headed for the door. Before walking out, I glanced in the living room at Quinton, who was snoring loudly. I shook my head and left.It took me twenty minutes to get to my mom’s. When I saw her car, I felt curious.Had she gotten drunk? Was she hurt?Iquickly got up and jogged to the door. Before I could knock, my mother slowly opened the door, but stepped out before I could step in. “What are your intentions with that girl?”

Confusion began to consume my face, “What you mean?”

“Pierre Dominick Harmon, boy, if you’re just messing with this girl to waste her time, then turn around and leave. This is a second chance to get it right. It’s time to grow up. You have someone in there that is for you,” she pointed at my chest. “So, I’m going to ask you again, what are your intentions with Tuesday?”

I glanced at the door, then her, then the door, “Can you fall in love this fast?”

A smile eased on her face.

I ran my hand over my head. “Shit, Ma, I don’t know if it’s love, but it’s something. I want to protect her from this place. If it were up to me, I would keep her hidden somewhere safe.”

My mother placed her hand on my face. “That would be kidnapping, but I understand. If love is inside of you, son, let it out. Only you know what you need to do to love her. You made that mistake with Sasha; don’t do it again,” she finished and hugged me.

I embraced my mother tightly. “I love you, Ma,” I whispered.

I moved around to go inside, and my mother’s words stopped me. “Let her explore the Cove. She will stay if she loves you, no matter what she finds out. You have to trust her.”

I said nothing more as I went inside, only to see her asleep on the couch. I moved closer toward her and scooped her up in my arms. Her eyes fluttered open. When she realized it was me, a broad smile appeared.Peck to the lips, another, then another.I carried her outside and slid her into my car.

I jogged around, got in, and took off. Tuesday head leaned my way, “I missed you, baby,” she said softly.

I kissed her forehead. “A nigga missed you too, I swear.”

Her hand slid down my stomach and into my sweats. “I want you, now.”

I glanced at her, “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

I pulled over before getting on the highway. I leaned the seat back as she straddled me. She leaned forward to kiss me, and I stopped her, “Hold on,” I said as I popped my grills out.

I ran my tongue over my lips.

“Smile for me,” she giggled.

My lips slowly parted, easing into a smile. Her lips formed an O shape, “Damn you’re sexy as fuck, fuck them grills.” She said as she leaned forward and kissed me.

“Mmm,” she moaned in my mouth.

The way she kissed me this time was love. I felt that shit locking in my veins. It was so genuine, so pure and it made a nigga melt. My hand eased up her thighs, lifting her tight-fitting dress above her waist. She pulled my dick from my pants as I slid her panties to the side. She came down so slowly.One hand to her waist, the other to the car's roof.

She pressed her palms to my chest as she rocked.

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