Page 116 of Stoplight
“I got you and I mean that shit. Do what you gotta do. You don't have to worry about me not having your back, Pumpkin. I promise I’m here.”
She exhaled just as she sat down inside her car. “Okay, I need to be with you one more time before I do it. Is that cool?”
“Yeah. Meet me at the condo.”
“Okay, I’m going to stop at home first.”
“A’ight, baby.”
Irish ended the call and started her engine. She drove home, listening to Olivia Dean’s acoustic version ofDivewhile allowing her soothing tone to calm her nerves. How ironic that this song expressed the feelings she possessed for Noble. It almost made her teary eyed because their love was so freeing and bound by nothing.
By the time Irish made it to her home, it was dark outside. Getting out, she made the short walk up the walkway and opened the door. As soon as she passed the threshold, her body was snatched by the collar of her shirt.
“What the fuck?”
Before Irish could process what was going on, her back was slammed against the wall. The scent of his liquored breath hit her before his cold gaze did. Irish had witnessed Jovanisin this form before. The one where anger took over his entire system. Words wouldn’t be able to penetrate him in this state. Only blood would calm the furious side that she now faced.
“Out of all the niggas to fuck with, you chose, Noble? You really fucking him, Irish?”
To be continued...
