Page 11 of Cove City, Volume II

I stared at the phone after Tuesday hung up on me.

I wasn’t mad at her; I was mad at myself.

I was mad because I allowed myself to fall face forward into something I was so strongly against, and there was no turning back.

I was hooked.

I was in love, and I was begging.

I had become my niggas.

I found someone who made me happy, and it was taken away from me.

The more I thought about losing Tuesday, the more I knew I needed to find my cousin. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep another night knowing that nigga was out there, and my girl was suffering.

Bishop had finished talking to the contractor about repairs to his business while I stood off to the side looking like a fucking sad puppy.

“More fucking money. Nigga, I’ve invested a lot into this business only for this nigga to come in and light my shit up. You know what, let’s roll.

“he gritted.

Bishop was fired up and I knew he wanted to retaliate.

The only thing stopping him was Indigo.

Bishop was trying his best to be on his best behavior on the account of her sobriety, but it wasn’t going to last too long if those Zoo niggas kept moving this way.

We hopped in the car and took off.

I had no idea where the nigga was going, but the more my mind wandered off, the angrier I became. Bishop was driving so fast that I almost missed the stop I wanted him to make.

“Ayo, pull over!” I yelled.

He made a quick swerve, cutting a car off and pulling in front of the house where I knew Quinton would chill at times.

I barely allowed the car to stop before jumping out.

I lifted my shirt, snatched my gun, jogged up to the door, and without warning, I kicked that muhfucka in. “Ah!.

“a girl screamed.

She was on her knees, butt ass naked, sucking a nigga off. He quickly threw his hands up as she crawled over to the side.

“Where the fuck that nigga at?”

He snatched the pillow, tossing it on his lap.

“Nigga, who the fuck you talking about?”

I peeked into the raggedy ass kitchen.

“Pretty boy ass nigga, I’m looking for Soho!” I yelled.

The guys he hung out with knew who I was. Him acting like he didn’t know only pissed me off. He moved so fast I almost missed it.

Bloaw!

My body shifted to the side with the bullet barely missing me.

I aimed and fired at the wall right above his head. Bloaw! Bloaw!

I rushed over to him, pointing the gun at his face.

“Listen, I’m not here for you, but you shooting at me will get you killed. When you see that muhfucka, you tell him Pierre is looking for his bitch ass. If you shoot at me again, you ain’t got to worry about a limp dick, nigga you gone be slump just like that crusty muhfucka she was sucking,.

“I gritted then stood straight up.

Bishop came rushing through the door with his gun aimed in every direction.

“Nigga what the fuck?”

I headed toward the door.

“Come on ain’t shit going on in here,.

“I told him as I walked out of the house.

Bishop’s flats tapped at the concrete.

“Oh, she got you out here on my type of time. Nigga, warning next time. I almost bust my ass trying to get up in there. Besides, Quinton knows you are looking for him. He’s not going to be in a place where he can easily be found. Let’s put the word out.”

At this point, my head was all over the place. Something in my gut was telling me that Quinton was responsible for much more than just violating Tuesday, and until he saw me, this shit was far from over. There would be no begging or pleading for his life. There would be no compromise when I blew his throat open. My cousin was officially dead to me.

I needed to get to my mom’s. I needed her help. Little did Tuesday know I was going to find her. Leaving me wasn’t an option. A nigga was in love and there was no compromise. She was coming home.