Chapter 29 Amethyst #2
“Stop questioning what the fuck you are doing and get it done,” I said to myself, then nodded. “She deserves a life of happiness and peace. Find out who the fuck this nigga is, kill him and the rest of the fucking Kimores and then go get your damn woman back.”
I opened the passenger-side door and stared down at her.
Even asleep, she looked sad, as if she were disappointed in me for not showing up after I texted her that we needed to talk.
Her sunrise pendant necklace sparkled against the car’s interior light.
Sighing, I bent down, picked her up bridal style, and carried her to Tulane’s plane. We didn’t have shit to discuss.
One hour prior …
I left Citrine’s office and made my way through the city to my house.
When I pulled up, I cut the lights and parked in the driveway.
I pulled up the security cameras and watched as Yale sat in the middle of the bed, her phone still in her hand, and my text right on the screen.
I knew her; she was waiting for me to say something, give her something else to go on, but I didn’t have shit.
She wanted to talk; I wanted to protect her.
A slight tap on my window made me look up to see Nine and Krude standing there. I knew they were here since I passed them on my drive up the driveway. I got out, not even caring enough to turn off my car and put my hand out.
“You sure about this?” Nine asked, looking me up and down. “I've been in your shoes before. This shit ain’t gonna go how you plan.”
“What other choice do I have?” I replied as I leaned against my car.
“Tell her the truth, let her make her own decisions,” he replied with a shrug. “Taking this away from her is going to piss her off.”
“You’re taking her power,” Krude said, and I lifted my brow.
“She’s already lost enough, shit has been decided off emotions, and not one time has anything ever been discussed.
You have a plan, she had a plan, but nothing was ever executed properly.
” He ran a hand over his locs, then shook his head.
“Yale trusts you because she loves you. You sending her off is going to break that trust right along with her heart.”
I looked over at Nine, and he had the same confused look that I did. If Krude’s advice made sense, then shit was more fucked up than I initially thought.
“When exactly did you start making sense?” Nine asked him.
“I always have, you niggas just never listen,” he answered with a shrug as he dug into his pocket.
He pulled out a Ziploc bag containing a white towel and handed it to me.
“Now be careful with this shit. I damn near took myself out when I put it in the bag. I was sneezing and went to blow my nose. If Megan hadn’t been there to stop me, my ass would still be laid out on the floor. ”
“What is this?” I held the bag up to the moonlight and looked at it.
“Chloroform,” he answered proudly. “I had to ration it out.” He mugged the fuck out of Nine, who only looked amused.
“You’ve been the one supplying him with this shit?” I asked Nine.
“Nah, my mama,” Nine answered with a shake of his head.
I chuckled lowly as I put the bag in my pocket.
For years, we’d been wondering who the fuck supplied Krude with this shit, and now I knew.
Mrs. Nadine was no better than any of the other elders with the way she encouraged this nigga’s irrational behavior.
“She swore she didn’t know what he was doing with it, though. ”
“My homegirl is no snitch,” Krude said, nodding. Nine started to say something, but Krude cut him off. “Anyway, you sure about this?”
“No, but I’m going to see it through, though,” I answered as I pushed off the car.
“She’s going to be mad, probably hate me, but she’ll be safe.
” I opened the car door, grabbed my phone from the armrest, and checked the cameras.
She’d turned off the light and was more than likely already asleep.
It didn’t take long for Yale to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow.
I shut my car door and made my way up the driveway and onto the porch.
After I let myself in, I looked around. The living room was still empty.
I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Just like I thought, Yale was asleep, the soft sound of her breathing was the only thing that could be heard.
I approached her, then pulled the small bag from my pocket and opened it.
Without thinking, I softly kissed her lips; she responded instantly, pulling me to her by my collar.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, loving the taste of mint that was still there and hoping that she would understand everything I was trying to say without words. I pulled back, resting my forehead against her and blowing out a deep breath.
“I’m so fucking mad at you right now,” she said softly, and I nodded. “I swear it’s a part of me that hates you.”
“I know.” I lifted my head and quickly put the towel over her face.
Her eyes got big, and I saw panic, then anger.
“I’m sorry.” Was the last thing I said before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I waited a few minutes before removing the towel from her face, then threw it on the bed and picked her up.
Toddles came out from her hiding spot, sniffed me once, then followed me down the stairs.
With a bit of maneuvering, I got out of the house, closed the door with my foot, and walked down the driveway. Nine and Krude were leaning against Nine’s car, watching me. Nine stood to his full height and opened the passenger door of my car for me.
“She’s going to forgive you,” Nine said once I had Yale buckled in and closed the door. “It won't be in the beginning, but it’ll happen eventually.”
“Or she’ll try and kill you,” Krude called out.
I looked over the roof of my car to see him standing there with a smile on his face.
“I’m betting she tries to kill you. Or at least beat your ass.
She’s not as nice or as forgiving as this nigga is giving her credit for.
” He pointed to Nine and shook his head.
“Thanks for the encouraging words,” I said to Krude.
“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything nice for you either since I let you borrow my shit.” He stepped back from the car. “And please understand that you’ll be replacing it since you’re a doctor.”
I dapped up Nine then rounded the car and got in. I had a ten-minute drive to my next destination and needed to get there. With one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Yale’s thigh, I made my way down the driveway.