Quasim smirked, as he got on his bike and rode out behind them. Khaos was too busy talking to some shorty, but when he saw me about to leave, he cut the shit short and was right behind me.
We both hopped in his whip, and I whipped it behind them as we headed over to Linden Blvd. When we arrived, they had all three lanes taken up, as they waited for Kincaid. Capri was in her challenger with Erin in the passenger seat, fixing her lip gloss in the mirror. Meanwhile, Queen was in King’s old school chevy Camaro that she bought him.
He had lost the other one when his house was burned down. My Boobie was sitting in a Corvette stingray looking good as shit. She had her hair curly, and her lips were that two-toned shit with the brown that I loved so fucking much.
She wore a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses as she looked over at Navy, who was dancing to the music she had blasting. Meer hopped off his bike and walked over toward his wife. He said something that had her blushing and shit, while I hopped out the car.
“Nigga, we in the middle of Linden… fuck you hopping out the whip like that?” he bitched, and I ignored him, while walking over toward the car.
She looked at me and tried to act all unbothered like she hadn’t been thinking about me. As much as those condos cost, I shouldn’t have heard her purposely slamming her fist against the wall to get under my skin.
“What up, Boobie?”
“Gerald.”
Fucking sexy petty ass.
I bent down, staring directly at her while she stared straight ahead. “Be careful, you hear me?”
“Uh huh.”
“You still acting funny with me?”
I nodded. “You standing on that, Zoya?”
“Yep.”
I smirked. “Heard you.”
Quasim was on his bike and saluted his wife. “My love, dust em.”
Capri laughed. “Yeah, we’ll see about that… I do this shit with my eyes closed.”
Erin popped her head out the window. “Eyes closed.”
“Eyes closed!” we heard Alaia, and I assumed she was in the backseat.
“Gorgeous, why you not driving?” Capone chuckled, as he walked over toward his wife, kissing her on the lips.
“Baby Doll, you got my world in the backseat… but also, go ahead and handle ’em.”
“Capp?” Blair called out the window.
“What up, Queen?”
“Fuck ya!” She stuck her middle finger up.
We all started laughing, while I looked straight ahead at my baby. She was still pissed, and that was understandable. I said some fucked up shit, and she had every right to be mad.
Despite how fucked up it was, it was the truth and that was the reason that shit made her mad. It wasn’t because of what I said, it was because the shit was the truth.
“I cannot do this… sorry, Zoy… I don’t know. My anxiety is bothering me.” Navy hopped out the front seat.
“Yo, Navy, get in my truck,” Cappadonna yelled to her.
She duck her head back in. “Sorry, Zoy.”
“You were the one who talked hella shit and asked Don to use his car, and now you scared.”
