“You gone come in? The girls miss you,” Nut says. Having all the babies around is making the nigga soft, though don’t tell him that, unless you want him to take you on a random drive by to prove he still got it.
YT zeroes in on something to my left, and starts grabbing at her choker. “Nah. Tonight’s about Deeze, and if I come inside I’ll be on bullshit.” Her eyes soften as she focuses back on Mace and grabs her hand.
“I love you so much, Macy, and I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you too, Love.”
She winks at my shorty before shifting to me. Her grin turns razor sharp, and it reminds me of the YT I first met. “Tell Reemie Pooh I’m back in the city, and he’ll have to answer for hisshenanigans. Toodles!” She air kisses us before prancing toward the waiting Rolls Royce.
Prince nods at us, clenching his jaw before skirting off. When I turn around, I see Reem hugged up with his girlfriend Tamera, and sigh a deep negro spiritual sigh.
“You gone be the bearer of bad news?” Turk asks, chuckling under his breath.
“We can tell him tomorrow. I told him not to bring her ass.” Macy shrugs, pulling me in the opposite direction of her.
Shit, what wifey says, goes. YT will let her presence be known soon enough.
Rico
Thesedativeshouldbewearing off any moment now. I needed her unconscious to transport her here, to clean her, to dress her wounds.
To chain her to the bed.
Nan isn’t speaking to me, and I’m not speaking to her. She tells me Fredo would be upset if he were here. I tell her he’d want me to do this. Be this rash.
I’m doing this for him.
He would haunt me until the end of my days if I let Wynter Snow die like our mother.
The track mark on her arm is jagged. Forced.
Unlike the marks between her toes.
Wynter Snow’s been using. The detox could kill her, if the copious needle marks between each of her toes is any indication.
But it won’t. Not much can kill her.
She looks younger without all the makeup covering her freckles. Different shades of brown dots like constellations arescattered across her cheeks, nose, and forehead. There’s even some on her scalp, visible because that animal shaved her head.
No more hiding from herself. No more hiding from me.
That’s over.
Especially after I went back and exterminated that entire family, down to their second cousin’s pet hamster.
She can be reborn from their blood.
Her Saturn Return is starting while mine ends. It’s the perfect time for rebirths, I’ve read.
I see the exact moment the sedative starts to wear off. It’s only in this moment that I allow myself to let go of the hatred that burns for her long enough to admire her beauty.
Wynter Snow has always been beautiful. And once upon a time, she was once as pure as her name suggests.
Harmless memories try to assault my mind’s eye, but I don’t let them. The moment is gone. I hate her again. I finger the bullet with her name carved on the side as I feel the blood draining from my face.
My honor would never let me kill someone while they sleep. I’d have to kill her with her looking at me with those sorrowful eyes, as she tells me for the millionth time she’s sorry.
I’ve only carved two names that haven’t been used. Maybe I’ll get to use them both soon.
