Capp looked at his wife. “Word?”
She blushed and looked away. “Roy, leave me alone.”
“Nah… this perfect actually. Used to manage a little strip joi?—”
“Leroy, please!” Everyone yelled.
“I’ll send her portion.” I spoke up, and Zoya looked over at me.
“Why?”
“You should have the things you want.”
“What do you want in return?”
“You know exactly what he wants.” Meer snickered, and Capri punched him in the arm, while Capp and Capone laughed.
“I can afford it, Gerald.”
“Never questioned it.”
She was unsure but looked at Blair. “Well, then I guess call Mr. Wraithe for my half.”
It was late.
Capri and Zoya had polished off three bottles of wine and were singing off key to some old cartoon they swore we all knew. Every time one of us told us we couldn’t remember, they accused us of being a liar.
Zoya flat out told Quasim that he ate crayons.
When Capri tried to retwist Meer’s hair, he called it a night and carried her upstairs. Capone carried Erin back to their house, while Capp and Alaia both placed bets on if he would hit her head on the doorway when they made it back to their house.
“I’m about to head home.” I stood up and stretched, not in the mood for the drive back to the city.
Either way, I would have to make the drive. I’d rather get the shit over with and wake up in my own bed in the morning.
“Drive me home too.” Zoya demanded.
I wasn’t fighting with her. If she wanted to go home, I was going to drive her there. Even though Capri told her she could spend the night. “Got you.”
I grabbed her jacket because she was no longer concerned with it. Quasim and Blair walked out with us. Blair and Zoya were ahead, as she headed to my truck.
“Set boundaries, G. Don’t let her play games because your heart is in it. Take it from a nigga that has been in her spot.”
We hit the IG shake, and he went to open his wife’s door. Blair climbed into her truck, while he got on his bike and followed behind her.
When I got into my truck, she had the seat reclined back and her eyes closed. I knew she would be snoring on the ride back to the city. I needed the quiet anyway, so I wasn’t tripping.
I pulled my hoodie from the back and covered her up as she started to snore with her mouth open. Security let me out the gates, and I headed toward the highway.
My mom’s name popped up on the car’s screen and I answered. “Waa gwan, Sharon.”
She chuckled. “I’m too tired to fuss at you. I assume you aren’t coming over, eh?”
“Not tonight. You miss me or something?”
“I sleep a little better when you or Kenneth are under the same roof as me… that’s all,” she yawned.
“I know, Mommy… I know. Where’s Nez?”
