Her expression shifted and suddenly she just looked tired and scared. "I snapped," she admitted quietly. "I just…snapped."
I crouched down in front of her slowly. "Talk to me"
She stared off toward the mountains again before speaking. "Mullins had us come to the station to see what she had on Boss. I found out Boss did prison time for breaking and entering when he was eighteen. The partial was a bust. Then somebody dropped flowers on my car at the police station."
Her voice shook harder the more she talked.
"They ran the camera's and couldn’t read the plates," she continued. "I was just so fed up." She shrugged. "So me and Ronnie went to Siren House so I could confront Madam about not telling me." She let out a heavy breath. "I been wanting to beat Monroe ass so—I did."
Rage quietly built in my chest. Rage at that sick ass nigga Boss, and… a little bit at myself for not being there. "Come here," I said softly. The second I pulled her into my arms she folded into me.
Her face buried into my neck while her body shook with emotion. "I just want him to leave me alone," she mumbled into my neck.
My grip around her tightened. "I'll figure it out, baby. I got you."
"Frat…I need a favor and I don't need you to give me a hard time when I ask."
Devon paused on the line before speaking. "Alright. What you need?"
"I need you to tell me where that nigga Bishop lives."
Devon paused again, longer this time. "Rem—what is going on with you and this dude?"
I looked inside from the balcony at Gianna curled up sleeping peacefully in my bed. We had stayed up most to of the night talking until she finally fell asleep around five a.m.
"She used to mess with him," I explained. "She stopped, and now the nigga been harassing her. Following her."
"The fuck—why you didn’t say this before? I would've said something to his ass."
"Because…this ismyshit and you know how I am aboutmyshit," I responded.
"Yeah, I know Rem, but this is different." Devon exhaled sharply on the line. "I ain't surprised he’s cheating on his wife though. Their whole relationship is…off."
"So can you give me his address?" I pressed.
"I don’t know, frat. Going to a man's house…that's dangerous. Bishop is chill, but the rumors are that he’s a street nigga."
"I don’t give a fuck what kind of nigga he is," I retorted. "He's stalking my girl. I'm not sitting on standby waiting for him to hurt her."
"Rem—"
"Nah, D," I cut him off. "I don't wanna hear you try to reason me out of this," I shut him down. "I've never asked you for anything…I'm asking you for this now as my brother. Can you help me or not, frat?"
A tense silence followed.
Devon let out a heavy breath. "Aight. I'ma text it to you on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You don't go alone. Me and Boogie come."
"No." I shook my head instantly. "I don't want Boogie to risk his license that's why I didn’t call him."
"Then just me and you. I'm not giving it you unless you agree."
He wasn't folding on this. "Fuck it. Cool," I agreed.
"Bet. I'm getting dressed now and I'll meet you at your crib."
