Page 150 of Save Room for Us

I went right to Free’s page because he posted a lot, mainly when he and the crew were out during leisure time. Free would never post anything detrimental or when work was being done, but if it was a party, club, or anything of the sort, he was damn near vlogging. Asif usually stayed out of view, but usually, he would be around.

So when I saw Free posted that they were eating at Roscoe’s off Maine, I quickly hopped up, gathering my things to get to the car. I usually would never go to that Roscoe’s, too ghetto and dangerous, but I felt safe being anywhere Asif was. He was too respected and feared for niggas to try anything in his presence.

I sped over there, spotting the establishment before turning into the parking lot that had seen better days. Upon locating Asif, my heart rate sped up.

Entering fully, I spotted the usual trio of Asif, Low, and Free, eating. The young waitress was hanging by, flirting and smiling all hard anytime Asif spoke to her. He peeped me but paid it no mind, continuing to order like I wasn’t here.

“Hey.” I stopped at the table, purposely coming between the unprofessional waitress and Asif.

“’Sup.” Free nodded, and Low did the same, minus the verbal acknowledgement.

The boys finished ordering, and when the girl asked me if I wanted something, I placed an order, wanting a reason to stick around.

“You can’t speak?” I whispered to Asif.

He smelled so good, and damn was he fine with that thick beard and his dreads hanging loosely. Right now, he wore a wife beater, tattooed guns on display, and his Money Fiends chain hanging.

“Why you here?” His face twitched a bit like he was disgusted to see me.

“I missed you, daddy, and I want you to know you were right about Bianni. That bitch is a hater. Now she’s started lying on me about stuff to make me look bad.” I shook my head just as the waitress set the drinks down on the table. I instantly took a sip of the Sunset, which was my favorite from here.

Low and Free, bored with my and Asif’s same song and dance, started talking about some other shit.

Asif took a sip of his Sunrise and leaned over to whisper, “The DM already popped up on my iPad notifications weeks ago when she sent the shit. You a little late for damage control, love.” I felt like my stomach was in my ass upon hearing his words. Pulling away from my ear, he said, “Get ya shit to go, and don’t hit my line no more, aight?”

The tears immediately began to produce and fall as I realized what was happening. I had lost Asif for good, and I’d rather die.

“Baby, no, please. She is lying. I have never fucked Grady,” I whimpered.

“You fucked Grady?” Free’s eyes widened as Low stared me down, both men waiting for my answer.

“Where he at?” Low asked. “We been looking for that nigga.”

“How would I know? I have never once fucked him.” I turned my lip up at Low then turned back to my man. “I haven’t been with anybody else since I been with you, Sif.”

When the waitress came over to the table, Asif said, “Aye, pack her shit up in a container when it’s ready.”

“Sure thing, handsome,” she replied with her bop ass.

“Asif, no.” I sobbed. “I will do anything, baby. Do not do me like this. Please.”

Rising to his feet, he took another sip of his drink and started for the door. I was right behind him, begging loudly like a fool, but the last thing I gave a fuck about was how I looked. I wanted my man, and if I had to look crazy in public to get him, I would.

“Milan, I’m not gon’ tell you again, love, ain’t no more me and you, and I don’t wanna hear from yo’ ass no more. If you see me out, act like you don’t know me. You gon’ hate it if I have to tell you again, ’cause I ain’t gon’ be as cordial. I’m trying with you out of respect for the shit we did have, but you ’bout to make me lose all my fucking patience and home training.”

I was a hysterical mess by this point, with an audience from the restaurant and the parking lot since he held the door open.

“I fucking hate you!” I roared and began swinging on him, hitting his broad chest repeatedly.

Gripping my wrists, he held them tightly and simply gave me a slow head shake, warning me. I heeded to it, seeing a killer before me, and snatched my wrists from him before storming off.

This was the worst day of my life, and I didn’t know if continuing on was even worth it.

Pullingon the door to Lisara’s shop, I was filled with excitement. I’d always wanted to get my hair done by her, but due to her tight schedule and being booked months out, it was never possible. However, Asif had gotten today’s appointment for me, and I couldn’t wait.

“Welcome. Did you want anything to drink?” Lisara walked up, hugging me.

“Sure. Where is everybody?” I glanced around the empty, sweet-smelling shop.

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