Page 60 of Rose
“Probably ‘cause you visit once in a blue moon, nigga,” Sincere joked, voice warm.
Savior chuckled, walking deeper into the greenhouse, trailing his fingers along a line of hanging buds.
He knew this space meant everything to Sincere—just like the garage meant everything to him.
This was his peace. His joy. A patch of life carved from a world soaked in blood.
“Yeah, you right,” Savior said with a nod. “Your shit’s helping people though. I’m proud of you.”
Sincere lowered his clipboard, brow raised.
“I appreciate that, big bro. But I know you didn’t come all the way out here just to be proud. I can see it all over your face—some shit’s eating at you.”
Savior sighed, pulling the blunt from behind his ear and sparking it without a word.
That told Sincere everything.
He missed his brother, yeah. Always did. But this wasn’t a casual visit. He wasn’t here to catch up, talk business, or reminisce.
His mind was a mess.
And it was all because ofher.
Sincere had always been the emotionally intelligent one out of the three of them.
Deadly when necessary, sure. But unlike Savior, hefelthis emotions. Lived in them. Embraced them.
“Man…” Savior exhaled a long stream of smoke, eyes fixed on the greenhouse ceiling. “I think I’m going fucking crazy.”
Sincere glanced up from the clipboard he was using to analyze a new strain and smirked.
“Nigga, yo asswasborn crazy.”
Savior chuckled under his breath. “Fuck you.”
Sincere didn’t look up this time. “So who’s the woman?”
That made Savior freeze.
“How the fuck you know it got something to do with a woman?” he snapped, instantly on defense.
“I didn’t,” Sincere said casually, smirking now. “But you just told me.”
Savior shook his head, letting out another puff of smoke. His siblings were the only people who could ever see through him.
And Sincere wasn’t wrong.
All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on her… wasAhzii.
The sound of her voice when she moaned for another man—detached, hollow, like her body was there but her soul was elsewhere. The way she didn’t flinch when he showed up uninvited, even when fear flickered in her eyes. Her defiance when he spoke on claiming her. How guarded she was—like no one had earned the right to touch her truth.
He’d killed a man over her. Broken into another man’s house just to see her.
And still, it wasn’t enough to shake her loose from his mind.
He couldn’t explain it, and that alone drove him mad.
“Plus,” Sincere added, dragging him back to the moment, “I know that look in your eyes. Same one I get when I look at my wife.”
