Page 53 of Cove City: Vol. I

“Yeah, love and I love you too for walking away. Allowing me to see all my fuck-ups for what they were. I’m just sorry I couldn’t see it then.”

“I’m not sorry, I’m happy it happened.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I pulled away from him as we both wiped our tears. “Ole snotty nose ass,” he joked.

“Whatever. Thank you, Pierre, I needed this.”

He placed prayer hands to his lips. “We needed this.” He winked.

He backpedaled to leave, and I stopped him. “Did you burn the shop down?”

I studied his face. “Burning shit up ain’t my style and you know that. Sash,” he paused. “We're at a point of no return, so whatever side you choose, stay out of the way.” He finished and left.

I took a deep breath, walked over, grabbed my phone, purse, and keys, and closed up shop. It was time to be with my forever person, Zeus.

Ihad tried calling Pierre after seeing that Bishop’s club was shot up on the news. He told me he was going over there, and I knew nothing. He wasn’t answering my calls, and it had me worried. I drove through the streets trying to get to the lounge. When I drove by, I spotted one of the Zoo guys standing in front of a shop while I sat at a red light. When the light turned green, I made a quick left, slowly rode by, and saw Pierre’s car. “What the hell?” I whispered. I parked on the side so my car couldn’t be seen. I quickly got out and made my way over.

The guy standing outside looked at me and then back through the window. My stomach caved when I saw them hugging each other and wiping tears. What the fuck was this? He told me he loved me, but what I was seeing was what I thought all along. He loved Sasha and not me. The way they embraced each other. The way they looked at each other. I couldn’t believe I had even spoken and uttered those words to him. I felt stupid for allowing myself even to catch feelings. I glanced back at the guy who dropped his head and walked off. I could tell he loved Sasha, andprobably seeing this hurt him because it did for me.

I backed away until I reached my car. When I got inside, I allowed my tears to spill out of my eyes. I was upset at him and at Best for convincing me that her son was even worth it. I exited the parking lot, speeding to my hotel. When I got there, I hopped out and rushed toward my room. The crackhead that approached Pierre on our first date walked up to me. “Hey, do you know—”

“Go to rehab and fuck off!” I yelled at him as I entered my room, closing the door in his face.

I rushed into the dusty, beat up room and began packing my shit up. I was going back to Florida. I didn’t want to be in the same place as him. I had gotten played by not following my rules.

I swung the clothes in the bag as I got angrier by the second. I hated Pierre for his deceitfulness, for buttering me up for making me fall in love with his black ass. I hated his ugly fucking trauma scars. I want them to bleed and bleed badly. I shot up from the bed. I ransacked my purse, pulling out my phone. I called again, but this time it went straight to voicemail. I had never been the woman to back down from anything. I was going to address his ass. I snatched my purse up and stormed out of the room. I got in my car and took a deep breath. The same crackhead came to the window knocking on it and I sped off on his ass.

My feet became heavy on the pedal as I did seventy-five in a thirty. I knew if he wasn’t answering, he’d probably left the shop by now and taken her back to his house. I made a sharp right, hopping on the highway.Fifty, sixty, seventy.I was hauling ass on the road because I wanted to catch him. I wanted him to know I know. When I got to his house, I was so frazzled that I put the car in park and hopped out. I banged on the door like the fucking police.

I heard the locks click. I blew out a sharp breath. The door slowly opened, and my eyes widened. The way he looked at me made me cringe. My stomach had an unsettling feeling.

“Sup, girl? Why you beat on this muhfucka like that?” Pierre’s cousin asked with a fucked up smile.

“Is Pierre here?”

He peeked his head out the door before looking back at me. “You see his car out there?”

I turned to look, and it wasn’t here. I had been so upset that I hadn’t noticed. I turned back to him. “Tell him I came by,” I said quickly as I turned and tried to walk off.

Suddenly, a grip on my hair caused me to squeal. He snatched me back, and I tried fighting him off, but he pulled me inside and closed the door. I didn’t know what the fuck was about to happen, but I was about to fight for my fucking life.

After seeing Freckles in there with that nigga my first thought was to crash the fuck out. Shooting that muhfucka up was all I thought about. I wanted to watch bullets rip through that nigga’s body while she watched. I knew I wasn’t in the right headspace. I was filled with hurt and anger. The best thing I could have done was walk away. I knew something was up when she didn’t answer my calls. A nigga needed her right now and there she was hugged up with a nigga she swore she didn’t want. The fucked-up part is I told her I wanted to marry her and that in itself took a lot for me to do. I was convinced at this point that I didn’t have a forever person.

Although I wanted to address Sasha, I had bigger issues, and that was Dio. I had been trying to wrap my mind around him being shot but I couldn’t, and I couldn’t waste another fucking minute in this fucked place. On the way home, I called Foe and told him to call someone to change my muhfuckin locks. I didn’t trust her ass. I didn’t want her in my shit while I was away. Freckles and I were done. For all I know, she was the reason Chev’s spot was set on fire. I didn’t know what to think anymore. My head was so fucked up all a nigga saw was red.

When I got to Lake Hill, a locksmith was already working on changing my locks. I hopped off my bike and rushed inside. I grabbed a gym bag with a few of my items, threw that bitch over my shoulder, knocking shit off my dresser. I bent down to pick it up, and the ring I had gotten for her fell onto the floor. All I could do was stare at it. A tear dropped from my eye as I stood and walked past it. I flicked the lights off and rushed down the steps.The locksmith smiled. “All done. You have a new and improved—”

“Nigga give me the fucking keys,” I gritted.

He held them up, and I snatched them out of his hand. I turned to lock the door and jogged down the porch steps. The guys were all standing outside.

“We got you my nigga,” Foe said.

Chevy nodded. “We’re taking the Caprice or plane?”

I ran my hand down my face, “We’re riding. I hope all you niggas strapped. I swear to God, I’m killing anything moving. I don’t give a fuck. I’m not coming back without my brother and that’s on everything.”

I turned to Chev, “Tell Z don’t tell Sasha a fuck thing!” I roared as I hit the kickstand on my bike and revved that bitch up.

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