Page 49 of Cove City: Vol. I

I dropped my head because it wasn’t the case. Quinton was a hurt nigga, and I knew shit like that could be dangerous. “I’m not choosing, but I also have a woman who deserves respect and privacy. I will holla at you later.”

His eyes narrowed in on me like a challenge. “You don’t want to do that cuzzo, and you know it,” I said as I stepped closer toward him.

He knew this wasn’t what he wanted. “I need you to go and cool off. We’ll talk about it later.”

He walked to the living room, snatched his backpack, and left. I glanced at Tuesday.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I didn’t even want her to say shit because deep down. I felt like the shit with Sasha all over again. When I chose my best friend over her and this time, I was doing the right thing and still felt fucked up. This is whatlovedoes it makes you a martyr and all a nigga wanted was some peace.

IIt was mid-day and a nigga didn’t sleep at all. Freckles asked so many questions that it drained me. By the time I got out of bed and dressed a nigga didn’t have any energy left. I made my way downstairs to Freckles cooking, I laughed. “Fuck you in here doing?”

She turned and smiled. Her hair hung down her back as she moved around the kitchen in one of my shirts. “I thought I’d fix you some lunch.”

“Babe, you have not touched a pot or pan since I met you. I didn’t know yo ass could cook,” I told her.

“I can burn a little.”

“Man, don’t be in there wasting food.”

She tossed a piece of fruit at me. “Fuck you.”

“When? A nigga can use some of that good pussy right now.”

She giggled hard as hell. I walked over toward her, wrapping my arm around her waist, planting nasty kisses on her neck. “I love you, Sasha.”

She slowly turned my way, “I love you too, Zeus.”

My hand eased up her thigh when there was a knock at the door. We both placed our foreheads against each other. “Don’t answer,” she whispered.

It sounded easy, but with what happened yesterday, I knew I couldn’t. I removed my forehead from her, smacked her ass before making my way to the door. When I opened it, Chevy was standing there with an evil look. “Nigga let’s ride!”

“Chev, can a nigga get some food in him before you start with the shit.”

“Nigga, better grab a banana or some shit because we out.”

I didn’t even bother. I snatched up my keys and left the house. Chevy was on one, and there was no stopping him. When I got outside, I saw the guys on their bikes. Chevy swung the gym bag over his shoulder as he hopped on the bike. He revved up until I got on mine. I slid my helmet on, and he took off.

Diamond sped ahead of me, “Man, this nigga speeding like a muhfucka.”

“The nigga losing it.” Preach added.

Foe did a wheely and sped past us, “Nigga I’m with all the shits. Finally get to fuck some shit up!”

We had come to a red light. I pulled up alongside Chevy. He turned to glance my way. “That nigga is dead!”

Green light.Go!He took off and hopped on the highway. We drove through the cars like maniacs until we came up on our exit. We hit a few more corners and then came up on Seven to Da Cove lounge. A few cars were outside, which let us know there were people inside. “Alright, Chev, what’s the plan?” Preach asked.

“Don’t have one,” he said as he sped off into the parking lot.

He barely stopped his bike before he jumped off that muhfucka. He didn’t even bother to remove his helmet. He swung the bag from his shoulder and pulled out his choppa. The nigga had an extendo clip on it.

I hurried and hopped off the bike and pulled my gun from my back. “Chevy nigga what the fuck!”

“Fuck that bitch nigga!” he snapped.

He took one step forward cocked his shit back and let off.

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