Page 160 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

She’s limp when I gather her in my arms, but it’s nothing for me to pinch her chin so she meets my gaze.

“Nothing finna happen to you, my baby. You not allowed to leave this world without my permission.”

Her fingers dig into my arms as she lifts to her toes to kiss me, tasting the conviction in my words. When she ends the kiss, I see the trust shining in her eyes again, and I know Lady Luney is ready for whatever.

My phone vibrates in the cupholder, so I let her go and she rounds the car to get in the driver’s seat. It’s Ingrid and Asa, so I answer immediately.

“Good news, Rico! I’m bright-eyed and bushy tailed! And heading your way!”

“Bad news; it’s a car going about ninety about to pass you. I looked up the plates, and they belong to a Keyvante Chabliss. His address is in the Birch Housing Projects.”

“Fasho. Can you see how many niggas is in the car?” I double check Snow’s work on the M250 and try not to laugh out loud at her not-so-silent prayer to keep us alive. She checks all her mirrors, then takes off her heels and adjusts the seat to her liking.

“I think only two or three. They started zooming and my drone lost them.”

Slime nor G are with them. Just like I thought. Now I feel a little lighter.

Yeah, it’s fuck Foe Dub, but that don’t mean I ever wanna actually kill one of my brothers. I don’t mind dodging shit while they in they feelings, tire them out and shit.

Though, coming at me while Snow is with me is a definite party foul that will be addressed expeditiously.

I hear the car coming, and just like Asa said, it zooms past us.

“Aight. Ingrid baby, hurry that ass up.”

Snow’s head snaps toward me, and I put my phone on speaker so she can hear her.

“I’m on my way,” she sings. “Ooo! I’m on speaker? Hiiiiiii Wynter Snow! See you soon!”

We all disconnect, and I place my phone back in the cupholder.

“Now who the fuck is that?” Snow snaps, turning on the car.

“Ay. I need you as chill as possible. My nigga from my old unit, that’s his lady. She like YT, with Patience’s height.”

Snow smiles before she can help herself, before changing the gear to Drive and easing onto the road.

“Aight, bae. Slowly, press on the gas. It’s a straight shot. Our car can go faster than theirs. They doing ninety, we gonna do a hunnid. And when we see them, I’ma open the sunroof.”

Snow nods her head, and begins pressing on the gas. My poor baby is shaking like a leaf with both hands at ten and two, but she controls the wheel even as we push to seventy, then eighty.

“I can’t believe it’s just no other cars on the highway. It’s not even midnight,” Snow rants.

“Yeah,” I agree, taking off my tuxedo jacket and bow tie. “But then again, it don’t need to be no other casualties with your non-driving ass.”

She revs the engine more, getting up to ninety as she pinches her eyebrows at me. YT did good, wanting her bridal party to all wear ponytails. Snow’s ginger ponytail rests on her shoulder like a snake, and I can’t wait to grip it when we’re both coming down from adrenaline.

“Aight, so. Um… okay. I’ma, uh, shoot them. And then you’re gonna swerve out the way. But you gotta be careful not to overcorrect, Snow. It’ll be a lil’ jerk, not a full turn. I’ma be hanging out the roof, so you gotta be mindful–”

“Got it. Whip this shit. Don’t kill my man. Fuck, honestly, baby… I’ma need a blunt after this. Do you feel like–”

“No. You don’t need shit after this but a hot bath and my dick. And yo fuckin’ license.” I tap my finger on her temple, mad she even bringing some shit up like that, but we see the red lights from them niggas come up in the distance, so I lock in. “Aight. Make me proud, Lady Luney.”

She presses on the gas more while I open the sunroof. I should have been up there, but it’s better to get all this shit down as quickly as possible. Snow and I both know she is not, nor will she ever be a gangsta bitch like Haze. And truth be told, I don’t want her to be. She make it sound good in her raps fasho, but I like that she has always been far removed from the shit we’ve been in, by her own choice. She’s never played tough, and not because she isn’t, but because Snow has always known her place and acted accordingly.

Another reason why those Jackson brothers gotta see me. This shit getting old. It’s time to just let bygones be bygones and move on.

After my get back, of course.