Page 20 of Crown: Phase 3
Silence fell between them as they stared at each other.
“Mm-hmm. You seeing it now.”
“This not enough. I wanna see it in person, ma.”
“Well, it’s too late. You ain’t coming up in here.”
“That’s cool. Let me take you to get something to eat then. You hungry, right? I’ll take you to get food, then drop you back off.”
At the mention of food, Caresha perked up. It was the key to her happiness.
“Where you think you taking me to eat this late?” She tried to maintain her tough demeanor, but her stomach growled in protest. She hadn’t eaten since her lunch break earlier that day.
“I know a few spots.”
Caresha went quiet for a moment, contemplating. “You serious?”
“Look me in my eyes. Hell yeah, I’m serious. I don’t want nothing but conversation from you and to feed you.”
A heavy sigh came through the phone from her end.
“Well, look, I just got off. I need to shower and find something to throw on. Give me about thirty-five minutes. Maybe even an hour.”
“Send the addy. I’m on the way.”
“I said thirty-five minutes or an hour, nigga.”
“And I said I’m on the way. I’ll wait out front for you. Yo’ ass ain’t ‘bout to get sleepy in that shower and change yo’ mind on me.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, Danger ended the call, slid off the stool, and headed out. It took him only ten minutes to drop his bike off at home and retrieve his car. Following the address Caresha had sent, he pushed his matte black SRT Hellcat through the Hills and arrived at her place in fifteen.
As he parked, Danger scanned his surroundings. Caresha lived in the heart of the hood, Hills Borough. Even late at night, the entire block buzzed with life. He had spent a fair amount of time in these apartments during his younger years, so much so that familiar faces approached him as they recognized his car.
A few women he’d fucked with in the past tried to catch his attention, but he quickly shook his head, dismissing them before they could jeopardize his mission and have Caresha stand his ass up.
“Sup,” he said, leaning against the passenger door, slapping hands and catching up.
Danger was used to this. It didn’t matter where he went in the city; his presence held weight. Not only was he a Knight, but he was also an extrovert. He thrived on parties and good times, often alongside Mo. With that kind of status and personality, he always stayed in the mix.
Just as he wrapped up his conversation, a message pinged on Danger’s phone. He picked it up, expecting it to be Caresha, but quickly realized it was Crown.
Big Bro:Aye, remember what the fuck I told you, nigga.
Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, bro?
Big Bro:Be very careful where you headed to or you just might end up in a ditch, bitch.
Confused, Danger paused for a moment before glancing up at Caresha’s apartment building. It didn’t take long for him to connect the dots; Caresha must’ve told Nivéa he was picking her up.
This nigga…
Danger shook his head and shot his brother a middle finger emoji, then blocked him. Crown got on his fucking nerves, always in his business. He couldn’t even mack in peace. But he made a mental note to unblock him first thing in the morning.
After sending the response, Danger climbed back into his car, leaned back in his seat, and relaxed slightly. But his eyes stayed alert, his hand gripping the gun resting in his lap, just in case. Not everyone loved the Knights, and he refused to be caught slipping.
As expected, Caresha stepped out of the house about forty-five minutes later, wearing a two-piece set. She had no idea where Danger was taking her and felt a little confused about how to dress. But she figured it couldn’t be anywhere too fancy, considering how late it was.
Her feet barely hit the ground before he was out of his car. As she approached, he held open the passenger door for her, earning a few unspoken points in her book.
