The Game Never Ends by Zaire Crown

Author:Zaire Crown [Crown, Zaire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2020-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-one

“My bad ’bout the seat.”

Tuesday had dusted her clothes as best she could before climbing back into DelRay’s Escalade, but her Fendi fit still stained his leather upholstery with sand and gravel.

“We gone stop somewhere so you can vacuum out my shit. Might as well hit the rims while you at it.”

She laughed. “You got that comin’.”

“Was that the way you thought that shit was gone go?”

“Naw, I thought we’d get killed.”

He said, “And I got the feeling we still might.”

For a while that was last thing spoken between them. The radio filled the space but the volume was so low that the deejay whispered. DelRay was in the driver’s seat staring ahead as if totally focused on navigating Greenfield Road’s southbound traffic. Tuesday felt the weight of his unvoiced questions and concerns.

“I broke the rules when I fell in love with my mark, so the team betrayed me and Tushie when I tried to call off the lick. Brianna, Jaye and Baby Doll snatched his daughter.”

DelRay was present that night and had helped Tuesday get Danielle back, never knowing who the little girl was or her connection to his boss.

“That half a million I gave you was s’posed to be part of the ransom. It belonged to Caine.”

He finally turned to her. “The real Sebastian Caine? I didn’t even think that nigga existed.”

“I didn’t either. He was so low-pro wit’ his shit that at first I didn’t believe it was him. That’s how I wound up letting my guard down.”

It took DelRay about a quarter mile to absorb that truth. His expression of utter disbelief lasted until they reached the light at the next major cross-street.

“Can I see what he look like?”

Tuesday shook her head. “My bae don’t do pictures or social media. But you can see my girls.” She used her phone to pull up photos of Tanisha and Danielle.

DelRay studied their faces with a brief smile. “But if you’re married to The Man, why are you back here needing help?”

“Because he’s gone.” It seemed to pain Tuesday to even admit that. “Some shit came up from his past, he tried to get out in front of it, but—it’s just me. It’s all on me to protect what he built.”

DelRay would have liked details but there was enough irritation in her voice for him not to pursue them.

A delay near Chicago Ave. slowed traffic to a crawl. Up ahead, a garbage truck had apparently stalled trying to make a left turn from a side street. It blocked two lanes causing congestion as commuters waited to be funneled into one open stream. The Escalade rode the far right lane, creeping slower than the people who bypassed them on the sidewalk.

Tuesday had run to the woman whose husband she had killed for help against the woman who killed her husband. Tuesday was thinking of Marcus as well as how Webster’s defined irony when the phone interrupted her musings. She expected a call from Shaun or maybe even Brandon just checking in on her.

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