Page 37 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“I know it’s not your thing. It will be, though.”

“Look at you.” I released her. “Even while having your moment, you find a way to think about others.”

“I have forever with Courtland. I want you to know it can be you too.” She winked.

Istared at the three dots on my screen longer than I wanted to. Then, when it disappeared and didn’t reappear again, I said fuck it and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Just as I was pushing up from the edge of the desk, Rayzor walked into the office.

“Yeah, they tight ship,” he said.

“Just how we like shit.” I nodded in approval.

“They know what’s up.”

I sat back in the seat.

“When you gon’ let this go, Court?”

“What you talkin’ about now, nigga?”

“This street shit.”

“Soon.” He paused. “I almost lost my wife and family behind this shit. I’m getting ready to leave it all to you.”

Seeing how Rayzor was willing to leave the game for love and not his career when I’ve been telling him to focus on that told me how much he loved E. I never doubted for a minute that he didn’t love her. You could see it when they first met.

“So, you really about to take that leap, ainna?”

“It’s been taking too long if you ask me.”

I chuckled. “You say if she’ll let you right now, y’all heading down to the courthouse, huh?”

He scratched his head. “Hell yeah.”

“That love shit looks good on you.”

“’ Preciate it.”

It got quiet for a minute. The only things you could hear was the sound of the forklift moving inside the warehouse and heavy steps along the floor downstairs. Rayzor was inside his head, thinking about his future. He wore a subtle smile. Me, I was thinking about how I needed a relationship first, and I wasn’t even close to some shit like that.

Ever since things was exposed between Suki and me, we been distant. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or we were both busy, but neither of us has talked about it. I wasn’t the type of mothafucka to press shit like that.

But I’d be lying if I said I ain’t notice or miss the way she hums when she’s doing her hair. Or how she takes a shower in the darkness with loud-ass oldies. Or how she gets bite tax off my food after claiming she didn’t want none. All that shit gets on my nerves but in a good way.

But shit, we ain’t even together, so why does the bit of distance calls for missing?

“Hell you lookin’ at?” I asked Rayzor when I spotted him watching me.

“Nigga, you were just looking at me.”

He shook his head. “When you gon’ stop playing?”

“About what?”

“You and Suki.”

I gripped the back of my neck. “Ain’t shit to play about.”

“Nah, it’s something, nigga. You been back and forth like Aaliyah with her ass for a minute.”