Page 51 of Cove City: Vol. I

“I’m here, lady. Whatever you have to say, hurry up; I’m in the middle of something.”

“Well, it’s regarding Dionysus Jackson.”

My heart felt like it stopped as my attention was thrown off. The feeling I’ve been having was coming to fruition. “What about him?”

“My name is Dr. Carter, Coffee Carter. We’ve been trying to find out his point of contact for a while and—”

“Coffee, Carter. Lady, say it!” I yelled.

My stomach fluttered. I felt sick. I felt guilty. I felt like I had truly dropped the ball. My eyes closed tightly, and I prayed this lady wasn’t saying what I thought she was.

“He’s shot and we—”

I dropped the phone as my eyes landed on Chevy. “Nigga my muhfuckin brother! My-my,” I choked up.

I quickly rushed out of the building as tears found their way out of my eyes. I could hear Preach behind me, “What happened?”

“Nigga, it’s Dio. I have to get to New York.”

I didn’t give a fuck about what them niggas had going on. I hopped on my bike. My only thought was getting to Dio.Shot? What the fuck happened to my brother?The thought of getting to New York and Dio being dead was something I knew would change my life forever.I would never forgive myself for letting him go, and he truly needed me, and I wasn’t there when I needed to be. “My muhfuckin brother!” I shouted as I took off.

It explained the unanswered calls and why the driver hadn’t seen him. My emotions were getting the best of me. If someone killed Dionysus, I would forever be scarred.

“Dio, I’m coming. Please God,please!”

I had pulled up to Seven to da Cove only to find that the Zoo was speeding off. “The Fuck?”

I quickly hopped out of the car to see Bishop’s ride on flats with bullet holes. A grin eased on my face as I thought about all the shit I missed. The war I had been trying to create had started. I walked through the dilapidated door to see what damage was done and who was lying on the floor. When I fully entered the building, I couldn’t believe it. Apart of me wanted to jump up and down in excitement because the shit was unreal. I knew if nothing else would trigger Chevy, burning down a business of his would.

Bishop bitch ass paced back and forth on the shattered glass. “What the fuck!” he shouted.

Bleek and Pierre stood there shaking their heads. I knew these niggas thought they had shit on lock, but it was apparent they didn’t. Pierre glared at me with the notion of not saying anything, but who would I be if I didn’t? “Shit cool in here?”

Bishop spun my way, aiming his shotgun at me. “Nigga, can a turtle run? Fuck no!” he shouted. “Yo Pierre if you don’t get this airhead ass nigga out of here.”

I threw my hands up and backed away, “Shit I’m making sure you niggas is cool. Don’t get mad at me because yo shit loose like Swiss cheese.”

“Ayo, Quinton! Chill the fuck out,” Pierre snapped.

He came over to me, standing in my face. The way he eyed me, I knew he was looking for answers. I could see him silently questioning me. He had me fucked up if he thought I was goingto open up about what happened. Had the nigga been with me he would’ve known and gotten in on the action.

“What’s up? Why are you here?” he asked.

A bit of confusion hit me because I had always come around. The nigga was acting like we were thick as thieves. My hand slid down my chin as I sucked my teeth. “I was in the area. Nigga, I saw them niggas speeding off thought I come and check. You know I got to look out for you.”

Pierre dropped his head and chuckled sarcastically, “Look out for me? Nigga, you have never looked out for me. It has always been the other way around. Listen, right now shit is crazy. I need you to stay out of the way.”

Stay out of the way?I wanted to shove this nigga. I wanted to knock some sense into him and let him know I was the king behind this shit. I was the reason they were going to war to reclaim their city. Niggas didn’t appreciate me and what I brought to the table. Not my mother, father, auntie, Bishop, Sasha, Chevy, and cousin. It made me feel like that little boy who would lash out for attention, being ignored for what I did, good or bad. All this shit was doing was making a monster out of me.

Pierre turned to Bishop, “What you want to do my nigga it’s whatever.”

Bishop stared at Pierre with the most sinister glare on his face. It was something I’d never seen before and for a split second I felt like I had fucked up. A laugh followed his stare. “Nigga, I want Chevy’s brains on the fucking ground. First, I want to know who set his shit on fire because whoever it was knew what they were doing, and their ass is good as dead.”

A lump formed in my throat. I needed to think. I needed to make sure I had covered all my bases. If not, the zoo would be going to war; it would be me. I knew I needed to lay low for a while, and the only place I could go was Pierre’s. I tapped his shoulder, “I will stay at your crib for a while.”

“Nah, you're not. I need some time away from you for a while. I will get up with you, though.”

The fuck?He turned to Bishop, “I’ve got somewhere to be. Hit me up.”

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