𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Aubrey Graham | 32

I sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, my mind racing. Roxx was driving, his hands gripping the wheel, while Baka and Chubbs were in the back, the tension in the car thick as hell. I looked down at my knuckles, the blood dried up, a reminder of how close I came to ending that motherfucker.

"I was so close to ending him if his pussy ass hadn't run off," I muttered, still pissed.
Baka leaned forward, trying to be the voice of reason as usual. "We weren't gonna let you kill him, AG. You already did four years in the pen for murdering you-know-who."

He wasn't wrong. Those four years took a lot from me, especially not seeing my sons or Mariah for those years. I couldn't even see them because of what I did to Devonte, but it's not like I regret it doing it. My only regret was getting caught, and that's on the weak-ass niggas I had working under me I had back then. They didn't hide the body right, and I paid the price.

Roxx broke the silence, his voice laced with curiosity and something else I didn't care to name. "And since when are you and Mariah back together? What the fuck?"

Everyone in the car turned to me, waiting for an answer. I just stared out the window, ignoring his question. I wasn't about to give them the rundown. Me and Mariah wanted to keep things on the low, but showing up at the club with her blew that plan to hell. They all saw us, and now there were questions I didn't feel like answering.

We've been down this road before, and I'm not sure how it's gonna end this time. But one thing's for sure, I'm not about to spill our business to these guys. I kept quiet, letting the hum of the engine fill the silence as the city lights blurred past the window.

I patted my pockets, trying to find my phone, but it wasn't there. A sigh escaped me as I leaned my head back against the headrest, frustration gnawing at me. Of all times, my real phone had to go missing. All I had on me was my burner, and there was no way in hell I was calling Mariah off that. She'd know something was up the moment she saw the number.

Reluctantly, I pulled out the burner, flipping it open as I started to text Hush. I needed to know where he took Mariah.

A few seconds later, Hush texted back with the details. I scanned the message quickly, then turned to Roxx, giving him the address. He nodded, changing lanes and taking a sharp right. The car picked up speed, and I kept my eyes fixed ahead, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in my chest.

As we sped through the city, I couldn't shake the tension in my chest. Roxx kept his eyes on the road, and Baka and Chubbs sat in silence, but I knew they were wondering what was going down. My focus was elsewhere, though—on Mariah and how she felt at the moment.

But I reminded myself that if there was anyone I could trust, it was Hush. We'd been through too much together, and he'd never let me down. He took Mariah to my condo, just like I told him to. She'd be safe there, away from all this madness.