Page 57 of Unbreakable Bond
“Don’t rush me off the phone when I’m the one cleaning up your shit.”
“I’m not asking you to,” I scoffed at his rebuttal.
“Loyalty isn’t some shit you just turn off, Sol.”
Gianni was pissed but still trying his best to support me, and that made me hopeful. “So, there are perks to being your favorite cousin.”
“Yeah, nigga, and you just used it. Enjoy,” he replied in the driest tone that made me chuckle.
“I love you, Gianni.”
“You better, and if shit hits the fan, your ass is coming home. If your boyfriend has a problem, tell him to see me about it.”
“Bye, Gianni,” I spoke loudly before hanging up the phone; otherwise, we’d just keep going back and forth. Plus, I was nearing Quest’s apartment. Gi seemed to be on my side, but I didn’t put shit past anyone with the last name Meraux at this point.
Chapter Fourteen
The three of us were gathered at Gi’s crib to game plan. During the conversation, Tyson mentioned Solana still ghosting everybody in the family, forcing Gi to speak up.
“Not everybody. She called me back the other day,” Gi announced.
“Where is she?” Tyson asked. Gi paused, taking another swig from his glass. Tyson looked at me like I had answers, but I had none. “Where is Solana?” he repeated.
“With her boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” Tyson and I replied in unison.
“Sol doesn’t have a fuckin’ boyfriend,” Tyson maintained.
“Apparently, she does now.”
“Gi quit playing. Where is Sol?” I asked, unsure if he was being an asshole or serious.
“I’m not playing.”
“And you just let that shit ride?” Tyson barked, standing to his feet.
I gave him a half-cocked expression before drinking more liquor.
“Take some of that fuckin’ bass out of your voice,” Gi replied sternly.
Tyson paced the area in front of him before sitting back down. He could barely keep still—from running his hand across his face to sitting up and resting his elbow on his thigh in deep thought.
“Sol has a boyfriend and hasn’t told me shit,” Tyson complained.
“The funniest part is you actually being surprised she didn’t,” I added, causing Gianni to laugh.
Gi and Sol had always been close. Shit people that didn’t know any better often mistook them for siblings because they were always together. Nothing about that should’ve surprised Tyson, no matter how much they’d worked on their relationship.
“Yo,’ ass already fidgeting like a crackhead. I wouldn’t have told you shit either,” Gi joked.
“Who is it?” Tyson asked, ignoring us clowning him.
Gi shrugged.
“What the fuck you mean you don’t know?” Tyson was back to yelling again.
“Like I said, I don’t know,” Gi repeated, no longer laughing.