Emmett: You’ll think about it?
Me: Yes.
Emmett: Good enough.
I scoffed, locked my phone, and rolled over again to finally get actual rest and hopefully drown out the rest of the world along the way.
CHAPTER 8
DRIX
“I’m just saying, an interview couldn’t hurt,” Chandler said.
“You want me to go sit down and get questioned for what?” I asked genuinely, lifting my arm so Indy could grab a fry from my plate.
“To say you adore your wife and nothing is going on with you and Niecy.”
“People are going to believe what they want to believe, Chan.” I shrugged and took another bite of my burger.
“I mean you ain’t really helping,” Dashawn offered.
I shot him a look.
“Did I ask you?”
“I mean, you having the conversation at the table in public.”
“Shut up.” I threw a fry at him and he laughed as he dusted it off his shirt.
We’d all gotten together to grab a bite to eat and talk about all of our schedules. Of course, I’d suggested my favorite spot and we clambered into a booth. Rome and Merch were wedged on the far side while Chandler and I sat across from each other at the end. I had Indy beside me while she had Vienna beside her. Dashawn had pulled a chair up and sat just outside of the booth.
“Have you even spoken to shawty?” he asked.
“Nah. She ain’t really fuc— messing with me.” I corrected myself and looked at my niece to make sure she wasn’t staring at me.
“Yeah, well someone needs to make a statement regardless. Either you both need to say you’re staying together or say you’re staying apart, but this limbo stuff is bad for business,” Chandler said.
“I’m not the one giving you a hard time,” I said.
“Let’s take accountability here. You’re not making anything easier for me either,” she accused.
“I’ve done everything you’ve told me to do.”
“Except stay out of trouble.”
I shrugged but didn’t respond.
This whole situation was fucked up honestly. I hated putting my sister in a bad spot and seeing Myome look hurt fucked with me too. She was cool people. I liked spending time with her. I thought she was funny and beautiful and honestly felt like we were growing a friendship instead of just being coworkers.
That was probably why it bothered me that she hadn’t bothered asking what happened or believe when I tried to tell her. I thought we were better than that.
She was a woman though and nobody wanted to look stupid in front of the world. The shit people were saying about her was crazy, and while I didn’t care about outside opinions, Myome had made it clear early on that she cared a lot.
That meant this shit was fucking with her, and even though I’d been pissed about her slapping me out of my sleep, I was hoping her mental health and shit was good.
“Ay, look at your boy.” Dashawn nudged his head toward the door and I glanced over at Trapp stomping into the spot, two dudes I didn’t even know with him.
I adjusted how I was sitting and reached back for my gun, clicking the safety off.