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“I’m concerned, Prince. You using again?”
“Rem shit looking good over here. Y’all got it. I’ll be back to check on things before y’all call it.”
“Wait a minute, son,” Remy called to my back. That stopped my motion. Rem didn’t pull that card often but I had to respect him. He had been there much more than my own father had been. I was just on a time crunch. I was on one every second of the day lately.
“I have every right to be concerned about you. You have been through a lot, and if you need help, just let me know. I won’t judge you for it. I will cover for you until you get better. You have an—"
“I’m not doing drugs. I never will again and I’ve told you that. Ain’t shit about me even look like that.”
“Then what the hell is it because it’s something.”
“I’m tired. That’s it.” I let some truth leak. What I really meant was that I was tired as hell. I was waking up for the past two weeks, checking in with work, and doing the things that were necessary for me to do. It was things I only trusted my hands to do. Once I spent a few hours doing that I was getting on a jet and flying alternating between the house I was building for Le and I to Hamp’s safe houses. Hamp fucked up with me because I knew everywhere he laid his head. All the trap rooms that he had me make gave up his residences. I was coming up empty at every turn though. So far, I had visited ten houses, but I determined to run his ass down no matter what it took. Le and I were going to have peace.
“From what?” Remy asked.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I had gotten out of the hotel and was on my door handle, getting ready to pull off.
“I’m good. You worry too much. I got this,” I tried to soothe him.
“Bullshit. Are you making the right decisions? You into something else?”
“I got a small problem but nothing that you need to worry about. I’m good.” Remy wasn’t going to stop pressing until he got some type of answer.
“Seems like more than a small problem. You got this, son, or do I need to step in?”
“Rem, yo’ ass need to sit down somewhere. I got it.” I looked him in the face. “I got it,” I affirmed.
“I’m going to trust you but wrap this shit up, Prince. Problems are meant to be solved not linger over your head. Let me know if you need my help.”
Satisfied, he walked back into the building. I slipped into the vehicle, and my phone buzzed from all the notifications I missed. I was going to start returning calls, but as soon as I started to dial, Priest’s call came through.
“Fuck you want?” I greeted him, and he started an infectious laugh on the other end, and I found myself returning one.
“Bruh, where you at? This nigga Chaz ‘bout to take a long walk off a short bridge.” The humor in his voice let me know he wasn’t serious.
“What you talking ‘bout?”
“Nesha ass getting married and that nigga been hyperventilating ever since he found out.”
“Married?” I asked confused.
“Fuck you, Priest! This shit ain’t real! Why the fuck she ain’t answering her phone!” I heard Chaz damn near scream in the background. I sat up straight, trying not to double over in laughter, keeping my eyes on the road. Chaz's ass was hurt. I could hear it all in his voice. Served him right though. I told him about playing with that girl. Then a different wave of emotion settled into me. I was glad I moved when I did or my ass could have missed out, too. No matter what I did it always came back to her. My Le Monroe.
“You pulling up or I gotta deal with this by myself? I thought you were coming in today.”
“I got y’all! Give me about an hour and some change and I’m there.”
I pushed the pedal to the floor as I hit the highway. The anticipation to see Chaz and calm his ass down made the drive to the jet bridge, and the flight passed in no time. When I pulled up at Priest's house, he wasn’t lying. My cousin Chaz was doing bad as fuck. I even had to tuck my laughter away momentarily when I walked into the room shoulder to shoulder with Priest and saw Chaz’s head buried in his hands.
“He been like this for the last few hours,” Priest spoke.
“Chaz what up cuz?”
He didn’t respond. He just lifted his phone again like he was looking for reception and dialed who I assumed had to be Nesha. I didn’t want to see him doing bad, but maybe this was the wake-up call that he needed. I knew the truth. He didn’t love Nesha but I wasn’t sure he was ready for that reality. It seems like she damn sure was, though. Getting married a few weeks after you go ghost was diabolical. I tried to warn him. I guess this was the coronation of all things.
“You gone talk to us or you gone spin around my living room. Nigga I have to go pick up my kids in thirty minutes,” Priest urged.
Chaz finally gave us his attention. He didn’t say much he just shoved his phone in our faces. I took it and it was a message from Nesha saying that she was changing her number and that she was getting married to another man. She even hit that man with the I love you but I am not in love with you anymore.
