June- Chapter Two
“You think they’re ready for marriage?” I asked Z as we sat on the back deck while the twins were asleep inside the house.
Zaria pulled at the blunt as she stared at our newly grown garden. “June, they're grown. It’s up to them to decide if this is what they want to do.”
Samara and Dio getting engaged kind of fucked me up because I didn’t know if they had truly rectified their situation.
I knew Samara was still new to our world and was sorting things out in her brain.
My fear was that she would regret her decision and somehow walk away from Z and me.
We still hadn’t resolved the issue with her mother, and somehow, she knew how to get into Samara’s head and shift shit.
Zaria handed me the blunt as she let the smoke linger from her pretty-ass lips. “She leaves soon,” Z mumbled.
I nodded slowly. “I know, and a nigga gone miss her every day she’s gone. Let’s change the subject, Z. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Her head snapped my way. “But I do.”
“Okay then, talk about it, Z. What? You want to keep harping on the fact that she’s about to be hundreds of miles away, and we don’t even know if she’s going to be okay?
Or how she got a crazy-ass momma who seems to find her wherever she goes?
Tell me, Z, because I’m listening. Or is it that you want me to be the fucking bad guy and stop her? ”
She stood from the chair and stood in front of me. “Any other woman would have smacked the shit out of you for the way you’re talking, but I’m going to let you have it, June. I’m going to go in that house and pour myself a glass of wine before I find myself digging my foot out of your vegan ass!”
She snatched the blunt from my hand and walked into the house.
All I could do was shake my head because it didn’t matter how mad she thought she was; at the end of the night, her ass better be in that bed.
Zaria and I had come a long way. From the day she cussed me out in the street to today, she had my soul in her hands.
We still weren’t perfect, but we were perfectly growing together.
My mind drifted off as I thought about stopping Samara from going across the country, but stopping her from living a life was something I couldn’t do.
The only thing I hoped for was that she enjoyed herself and returned to the Calloway house safely.
However, I knew that no matter how far she ventured, Dio always had a way to find her, and that small fact gave me peace.
On the other hand, I knew I needed to shift my focus from Samara to Clark.
Now that the nigga was back around, it was time to close the last chapter in my life that was stopping me from fully feeling free.
The trip from California to Toussaint had been a journey no one could forget, but a part of me still lingered, and it was Clark.
That muhfucka had wrecked more than just my life.
He’d done the same to those around me. He moved like a thief in the night, scheming and manipulating shit to work in his favor.
Clark was like a muhfuckin’ rodent that didn’t know where his home was but was in everyone’s house.
He was like a noose around your neck that suffocated you, making you feel like you were one sip of air away from death.
He knew the right spot to irk to drive anyone insane.
Clark had to die, and if it meant I had to go with his ass for the sake of my family, so be it.
Death no longer scared me; instead, it was my family being in danger that did. Tasting death was preparation for what God already had written. All my affairs were in order, so if the reaper suddenly appeared to take my soul, my savanna would be safe and taken care of.
I needed this closure not only for myself but for my boys. I needed to know I could fully focus on my family without Clark being in the back of my mind, wondering what he was up to next. That little boy in me who was currently calm began to reemerge from the dark closet with vengeance in his heart.
I knew deep down I was, in fact, a Mercier, but I needed that name to die with Clark so Calloway could live.
My sisters were another big piece of my chapter that I didn’t want to close, but I wanted to rewrite it if I could.
Although I could accomplish this Clark situation on my own, I still needed to warn my sisters.
They had better say their goodbyes before the only time they had left to say it was while they were standing over his grave.
I pulled out my phone and called up Bishop. The phone barely rang before he answered. “My nigga! What’s good?”
“Same shit, different day,” I started. “Y’all back yet?”
He chuckled. “I answered, didn’t I? Nigga, I don’t get calls when I’m out in that water unless we dock somewhere. What’s the word?”
After Bishop and Indigo got engaged, the moment winter was over, they took a trip to get away for a while. They had been gone since the start of the spring. I felt like they both needed the getaway just as much as Z and I needed our vacation.
I sat up and leaned forward as I peeked over my shoulder to see if Z was still moving around the house. “I need to talk to Indigo, but I don’t want to do it over the phone. Let’s set up a dinner or some shit. I’ll bring Z.”
“Bet. Is everything cool?”
“We’ll talk about it.”
“I got you. Hit me with the date, and I’ll set up the play.”
“Tomorrow,” I told him.
“Bet.”
I hung up with Bishop with a small bit of comfort.
Even though I didn’t doubt that Indigo would be on board, it was Tania I had to worry about.
She and I hadn’t really said much to each other since the shit that happened at that dinner damn near a year ago, so I didn’t know where her head was.
However, she was only getting one time to say something fucked up before anything else she had to say would be voided.
Things in my savanna were about to get crazy, and anyone who was riding with me needed fucking courage to get through.
It was going to be all gas and no brakes the moment Clark crossed that fine line.
The only thing I had been sitting on but knew I needed to handle was filling out that fuckin’ paper.
Each time I thought about it, I found a way to talk myself out of it, but I knew for the sake of my family it needed to be done.