Page 111 of Deuce

“Either you gon’ be with me. I’m gon’ be with you. Or we gon’ be together.”

“I could very well be with another man, Stanley.”

“How are you gonna be with another nigga if they’re dead?”

He said that with so much seriousness that I had to laugh out loud.

“You are crazy,” I declared.

“About you, I’ll be fucking insane.” He leaned down and pecked my lips. “Now, I’m about to slide these panties to the side so you can wet my dick up. Show a nigga how much you really love him.”

He didn’t give me a chance to protest before my soaked thong was pulled aside, and he was breaching my walls. I gasped as he sank deep into me with ease, knowing that he was about to make a mess.

Damn, I loved this man.

I’d puteyes on Detective Pearson so I could keep up with his moves. That nigga was still in the city and I just knew he was up to no damn good. Little did he know, he wasn’t leaving this muthafucka alive.

I already had a plan in motion to handle him and his bitch ass daddy. Before it was all said and done, they were going to watch each other take their last breath.

Tonight, however, all of that would have to wait. Tonight, The Dillinger Foundation was throwing our annual charity benefit. Usually, I flew solo, but this year I was taking Salima. She and Shar were excited to get all dressed up to come out with us.

I’d been on Maceo’s ass about his denial of a relationship. I knew what I was getting into with Salima, but this nigga accidentally found himself with a girlfriend and he just couldn’t accept it.

“When are you gonna give this shit up?” I asked, pouring myself a drink in Salima’s kitchen.

He was sitting on the couch, rolling up a blunt while we waited for the girls to get dressed.

“Give what shit up?” he asked.

“Your denial about Shar being your woman.”

He kissed his teeth. “Here you go. Look, me and Shar have an understanding. She fucks with me like I fuck with her.”

“Let me ask you something. You still entertaining them hos you dealt with?”

“No.”

“Are you at her place more than your own house?”

“I guess.”

“You spend money on her without expecting anything in return?”

“Man, that woman runs my pockets on the regular.”

“Then that’s your woman, nigga. Ain’t no way around it.”

He waved me off. “Just cause you went and fell in love and shit doesn’t mean I’m on that type of time.”

“I see you’re still pillow talking.”

He grinned at me as he finished rolling the blunt. “Why are you so pressed about me and Shar? You don’t wanna be in love alone?”

“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about being in love alone as long as Salima loves my ass.”

He laughed out loud. “Only you would fall for the woman you pointed a gun at. Sis might be a little crazy too, now that I think about it.”

I had to laugh at that. Maybe Salima was a little crazy for that, but that was my baby. We’d come a long way from that back room at Aura. I couldn’t believe I’d told that woman she was gonna be my wife. Marriage had never crossed my mind beforeher. She told my mama that shit and now Stephanie couldn’t let it go.

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