Chapter 14
“You really should try being nice,” Nia shared as Cyn sat down.
“Not the pot calling the kettle black, hm?” Cyn buzzed. “Is she another project to distract you or what?”
Nia squinted slightly. “What does that mean?”
“It means you hold a torch for your mother, and you want to save every woman you think is running from something. I don’t trust her,” Cyn stated, as if she had concrete facts to go off of.
Nia redirected the conversation because she had never been the type of woman to talk behind another’s back. If there was a real issue Cyn had, she would have laid it on the table. But if this was over some spilled ice coffee, Cyn could get over it.
“Something going on with you and B?” Nia posed, immediately finding the answer in the way her friend’s body tensed. “Bingo. Every time you two got some shit going on, you want to take it out on someone else. What he do now?”
“It’s not about what he did. It’s what Money did,” Cyn grumbled.
“Demoting him, putting him back on the streets. At least I knew when he was with Money things would be fine but leaving him and Angel up to their own devices doesn’t sit well with me, Nia.
Not to mention a war and everything else.
I’m a nurse, I’m not trying to have my man come in on a stretcher. ”
“Isn’t that how you met him?” Nia quizzed and Cyn gave her a deadpanned expression. “So what, you want him off the streets?”
“I want him back where he was. And you know like I know Money won’t hear shit I have to say about it. We’re a family. We need to look like it,” Cyn spoke, looking at Nia. “They need to come back center. And soon, before shit goes left.”
“You got to let the men handle the men shit,” Nia advised. “You know we play our roles. We always have.”
Cyn scoffed. “Tell me how that’s working?
Luciano breathing down our necks because of those kids, G fuckin’ on Neveah and still hasn’t been touched behind it for real.
Money putting his right hand on the block.
No. It’s not working. Staying in our roles ain’t fuckin’ workin’, Nia. This all can touch us at any second.”
“I think you need to relax,” Nia warned. “They’re going to figure it out.”
“I’m not waiting until it’s too late. Just know that,” Cyn threatened.
For her sake, Nia didn’t reply, but she did hold on to it.
When B was close to the top, Cyn didn’t have a complaint in the world.
Now that B had to prove his loyalty again, she suddenly had concerns.
Those were red flags for Nia. Red flags meant more unwanted trouble.
“I hear you, Cyn.”
“I hope so because you got these new people around. Do you even know where she came from and why she’s here? Be careful, you’re going to let her get too close and she’s going to be on some hoe shit.”
“How you know she’s a hoe?”
“That’s a BBL in a sweatsuit. It’s a hoe with a sad story. Watch. Just hope it ain’t Svyn she’s goin’ to try to fuck on. Or Money for that matter.”
“Girl, shut up and take your ass to the shampoo bowl. Please smoke a blunt before you come to the house tonight.”
Cyn rolled her eyes, stood and walked to the shampoo area.
Nia, on her way back peeked in the supply room.
Everything had been neatly stored by product and size, the boxes were broken down and carried out and all signs of Reign was gone.
The fact that she walked from the hair shop to the salon with a twenty pound box and worked on her day off without complaints set her apart.
Reign wasn’t looking for a handout, she was looking for survival.