Page 79 of Deuce

“Modern day slavery would I be taking off my belt and using it as a whip for your triflin’ ass. I don’t have shit for you, Mirron. You fuckin’ up my good day and you don’t want to be on the receiving end of me having a bad one.”

He clasped his hands together. “I’m trying to stay on the up and up, but niggas like you make me have to show you who I really am.”

I stepped close to him and whipped out my gun, placing it under his chin.

“Who the fuck are you supposed to be to me?”

“Somebody who ain’t scared to tussle with you, young blood. I wasn’t always the clean and polished muthafucka you see today. I know these streets. I have connections, too. I want those properties and one way or another, I’m gonna get them.”

“You threatening me? ‘Cause I can dead you right where you stand, my nigga.”

“You could, but you won’t. Not with your fine ass mama and that pretty young thing watching you.”

In an instant, my hand went around his throat. I squeezed tightly, cutting off his air supply. As he struggled to breathe, I cocked my gun.

“You can thank both of them for sparing you life right now, but you gon’ see me, muthafucka. Go inside, get your shit, and get the fuck outta my space. You can’t even breathe my fuckin’ air right now. Hold yo’ goddamn breath.”

I shoved him away from me. He rubbed his neck as he stumbled back into the restaurant. Niggas loved to make me act ignorant. If it weren’t for my mama and Salima, he’d be in a permanent state of sleep right now.

I tucked my gun away and headed back inside to my ladies. They both wore looks of concern as I took my seat.

“Everything okay?” my mother asked.

Just then, Mirron and another city council member passed by our table. He made sure he didn’t look at me as they made their way to the door.

“Yeah. Everything is fine. Don’t worry.”

“Stanley.”

“I’m good, Mama. We’re gonna enjoy the rest of our day with no further interruption.”

I looked over at Salima. Cupping her chin, I pecked her lips.

“Put a smile on your face, baby. You never have to worry about me.”

She smiled faintly and I could tell that shit was fake. She’d been having a good day and now her mood was off. I wouldn’t be surprised if she told me to take her home when we left here. Part of me wished I had deaded that bitch ass nigga.

Mirron Hayes was officially at the top of my personal shit list.

Sure enough, Salima was ready to go home after the run in with Mirron. The mood throughout lunch was sour as hell. As hard as I tried to put on a front, that shit stayed in the back of my mind. My mama or Salima tried to talk to me, but Iwas barely listening. I let him get away with disrespecting and threatening me when all I wanted to do was fill his ass with lead.

It was like an obsession. Once I got some shit in my mind, I couldn’t let it go. Mirron’s little threat would never sit right with me. I didn’t give a fuck who he thought he was or who he used to be. That shit wasn’t gonna fly.

We dropped my mama back off at home and headed back to Salima’s house. The entire ride was silent. When I pulled up in her yard, she didn’t even wait for me to open her door. She hopped her ass right out and went to back to grab her bags.

“Salima.”

“Thank you for today, Stanley, but I think it’s best if you leave.”

She slammed my door and briskly walked up to the front door of the house. I shut off my car and followed her. She was halfway inside and trying to close the door, but I stuck my foot inside.

“Let me talk to you.”

“Stanley, leave.”

“Baby, I’m?—”

“Deuce!”

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