Page 76 of Save Room for Us

“My apologies, boss. You right.” Free nodded.

“I already knew that. That’s him.” Low rocked his head toward the back.

“Man, fuck you,” Free spat, making Low chuckle. “Aye, I want some more pie or some shit. I ain’t wanna eat up all the pie fine ass Presley made, have her husband thinking I wanna smash or some shit. It don’t take much for Sif’s brothers to wanna act up.”

“You do wanna smash though,” Low quipped.

“So! That nigga don’t need to know that, and ain’t like it’ll ever happen. A nigga can fantasize, right?” Free said. “Shit she pretty, thick, and can cook like she been through some shit. Of course I wanna smash.”

“Man, shut the fuck up.” I chuckled, though I didn’t want to. That nigga was crazy.

“I’m gon’ tell Shakur next time I see him,” Low jested, smirking as he inhaled on the blunt he’d been saving.

“See, then I’m gon’ have to shoot boss’s brother ’cause I’m not fighting that big ass nigga. I also ain’t going out like a bitch by running. Plus, he’d catch me anyway. Then his wife gon’ know I killed her husband and definitely won’t let me give her some mourning dick.”

“Please shut the fuck up,” I said, coming to a red light as Low jokingly argued with Free’s logic.

I pulled up into the parking lot of Randy’s Donuts off Manchester, hopping out and trying to tune out Low and Free’s stupid ass conversation as we approached the window.

I placed my order, then waved for them niggas to do the same so I could pay, before taking my phone out.

Me: I miss you.

Anastazia: I miss you too.

She was typing more as them niggas ordered, but I didn’t get a chance to see, as shots rang out. Dropping my phone in effort to grab my heat, I whipped around at the same time I got hit in the side, to let off shots. Low and Free joined in as people around screamed, swerved out their lanes, or ran for cover while the all-black Dodge Challenger shot back.

“Fuck!” I barked, not even caring that a nigga had been hit but that them stupid muthafuckas were able to slide onto the 405 before I could cap their asses.

The angle, the fact that they were speeding, and me attempting not to hit other cars with a bullet fucked everything up.

“Boss, you bleeding.” Free’s eyes bulged at the crimson spreading across my shirt.

It was like as soon as he said it, pain shot through me.

“Call, Stazi,” I said, limping to the car.

Free rushed to open my driver’s side door for me as Low did what I said while hopping into the vehicle as well.

“She coming. Maybe you should let me drive,” Low suggested, but I shook my head as I floored the gas out of the small lot.

The pain was searing, and it seemed like it was taking fucking forever for me to get to the warehouse, despite the lack of fucking traffic. It wasn’t until right when I pulled onto the dirt lot of the warehouse that I started to feel weak, thankfully.

Low and Free hurried from the car to help me out, yelling for the niggas inside to get out of the way. I felt like I was about to pass out as I listened to all of the fucking commotion, but as soon as I got to the medical room where pretty ass Anastazia was, I felt like shit wasn’t so bad.

It was crazy she had that effect on a nigga. Being around Anastazia gave you the same fucking feeling you got when you just had a good ass day and knew when you got home, yo’favorite movie was waiting for you to be watched. A reminder that life was straight, and shit wasn’t so bad.

“’Sup, beautiful.” I smiled at her as the homies helped me to a bed.

“Hi.” She attempted to put me at ease, but I could see the worry as she peered over me as I lay down.

“You smell so fucking good,” I admitted, and she again gave me that same uncomfortable smile as I felt her soft hands lift my shirt.

“Asif, seriously.” She sucked her teeth as Low and Free guffawed at the fact that my dick was hard already, threatening to tear through my sweats. Her hands on my body overpowered the fucking pain a nigga was in.

“Warn us next time, nigga! I ain’t wanna see that!” Free shouted as Low cracked up.

“My bad.” I smirked at Anastazia. “Aye, y’all, get the fuck out!” I barked at Low and Free, as they took their chortling asses on.

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