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“I’m out.”

I slid my heat in my waist and pulled my shirt over it. Charlene slid her hand around my wrist, halting me. I had to make my way to the hospital. I didn’t even try to stay overnight. I’d had my ear to the streets, and for me, the streets were too quiet. I understood why Truth hadn’t bled the streets, but Genevieve wasn’t just a bitch—She was my heart.

“So, does that mean I won’t hear from you? I also didn’t exactly receive an invite to the annual race fundraising event.”

I chuckled. Charlene knew what it was between us. She was my old work that refused to let go. Once she moved out East and cut me off, any feelings I had moved on with her. For some reason, she all of a sudden missed Rockside which led to her returning six months ago. The small yet most important detail was that she was in love with a DP. She called it a coincidence, claiming she didn’t know. I called it suspect but fuck her. She wasn’t my woman. She was a distraction, some pussy I fell into because I was in my feelings... about Gee. That’s what I called Genevieve.

“It’s a public event. If you’re fucking with the Saints and plan to donate, you don’t need an invite.”

I pulled my cell phone out and checked in with Rowdy Red. We called them that because once angry, even somewhat annoyed, that nigga was bashing heads and did as one of our enforcers. He’d been sitting at the hospital with Gen since I’d left last night. She was up and giving those damn doctors and nurses hell. She even cursed me out when I showed up. Instead of wringing her damn neck, I decided to put some space in between us. Her ass wasn’t happy that she wouldn’t be going home once discharged. I broke the news, hoping she’d understand. Her response was to ask security to put me out as if that shit was even possible.

I wouldn’t lie. I was in my feelings because that nigga Charlie that she called her man ran like a bitch at the sight of me whenever I came by to see Genevieve. He was a straight cornball, suit-wearing motherfucker that worked down at the city in the tax office. I only allowed him to live because he looked out for the Saints when it came to that tax bill. We paid our way, but a friendly discount never hurt.

On the way home, I stopped by Shorty’s , a spot owned by Rejon, a Saint Rider, to grab some ribs. You know off rip that was Saint territory, and for some reason, Charlene decided to make an appearance. She’d been gone for about seven years, but news spread fast. I heard she had returned. It was only a matter of time before she found me since I moved from where we lived together.

“Then I guess it’s a date.”

I scoffed. She made her way to me as naked as the day she was born. Her skin was covered in sweat from all the work she put into making me stay. I didn’t care if she sucked dick until she passed out. I had somewhere to be.

“Breeze, stop being like that.”

She slid her arms around my neck and tilted her head to the side. Her soft gray eyes, eyes I used to get lost in, became misty. I had love for Lene, but I refused to sell her ass a dream. She was old pussy that barely got my dick up.

“I told you I was sorry.”

“For?” I pulled her arms from around my neck and checked my cell. Rowdy Red and Harlem told me to prepare for war if Gee caught wind about her being back. That double standard shit was crazy, but I fucked up, so I let Gee bitch and complain when I didn’t step up and tell Truth about us like a man should.

I snickered and pushed my cell phone back into my pocket when I read Rowdy Red’s text messages. Genevieve had kicked him out three times already since I left, but he knew better. A nigga had to always be on her door.

“That right here is part of the problem,” she spat, referencing my cell phone.

I elected not to feed into her self-induced pity party.

“Which one is that? Fiona or Terica?”

Neither, but fuck who she thought it was.

“I’ll holler, Charlene.”

I pecked her forehead and made my way out of her bedroom to the front door. She must have struck it rich out East. Her shit was laid out with her black and white streaked Italian tiled floors, black leather sectional and chaise chair with sleek, tall lamps in the corners and recessed lights. The roof had an open view of the sky that complemented the soft darkness of the room.

“Hey, wait.”

She made her way over to me with her bottom lip pushed out followed by a sniffle. Charlene needed to up her acting skills. She went from wanting to be my woman, my rider, my everything until she wanted to pursue her dreams of modeling. A nigga was attached, but she could have told me the truth. The fuck could I have done? All she did was complain about how I didn’t put her first. I didn’t because Gee was first, always would be, and the brothers. When she announced she was leaving, I helped her pack her shit which infuriated her all the more.

“For what it’s worth, I do have regrets.” She shrugged her shoulders as a pregnant pause followed. “I’m not looking for what we had, Breeze. I’m looking for better this time around. I wasn’t the best communicator about my insecurities, and you weren’t the best at being honest.”

“Man…” I drawled. “When have I ever not been honest with you, Lene?”

“Okay, fine.” She lifted both hands and stepped back. “I won’t say not honest. I’ll say you moved in your own timing. We had plans, and all I remember is the Saints coming first.”

“Alright then. You got that.” I wasn’t with the mind games. “Thanks for relieving that pent up stress. Catch you later.”

“At the annual race fundraiser? I’d love to hang out together while we’re there.” Her eyes filled with hope.

I grabbed my helmet and keys, making my way to the door. I shrugged. It was a public event. The fuck would I care if she came? I already told her that. She was lucky that the liquor I consumed was on her side last night which was how I ended up here in the first place.

“So is that a yes?” she called out from the door.

I’d already wasted more time than I should have. I had a nigga’s chin to knock if Gen’s door wasn’t manned. She had a way with bullying motherfuckers.

“Sahmeer?” she whined.

That shit didn’t move me. The only time it did was when Genny called me that.

“Just put your money on me if you do come.” I winked.

She squealed, clapping her hands like she’d won a prize. The winner always took a victory lap with the girl he was either fucking or wanted to fuck on his bike.

I needed to head home and shower first before I made my way back to the hospital. I swear Gee was like a hound dog. The last issue I wanted was behind some cheap ass perfume and subpar pussy, even though Charlie’s lame ass was her man.

“Call me!”

I tossed my head up when my engine roared to life. Fuck her and her werewolf ass pussy, talking about a landing strip. Naw, that shit was a tarmac. She spent most of the night on her knees after her pussy almost gave me rugburn. The fuck I look like munching on her disloyal pussy and getting splinters in my dick?