Page 93 of Save Room for Us

“About?”

“Cedric and the stuff he would do or what I think he’s gonna do. He was legit put on this Earth to ruin my life, so I know he’s gonna wake up.”

I sat down in the chair near us and brought her to sit down in my lap. I didn’t like the fact that she was still afraid of that nigga, but I had to push my fucking ego to the side and realize it didn’t have shit to do with me directly. She hadn’t been away from that nigga that long and was still dealing with the fallout of shooting his ass, so I couldn’t expect her to just not give a fuck or be afraid anymore.

“I always keep shit transparent with you, baby, so I’m gon’ keep the same energy right now.” I stroked my beard. “When he wake up, I’m gon’ let him live until the trial concludes, and then I’m killing him. Only reason I’m gon’ wait is because I don’t want him dying to be somehow pinned on you. But once you in the clear, he gone.”

Putting her hand to the side of my face, she kissed me before hugging my neck. I made her straddle me so I could hug her body closer to me.

“Thank you,” she whispered so softly I almost didn’t make it out.

“And don’t worry about concealing shit from me. I knew what the deal was when I came at you. I don’t expect you to betrauma free. I’d rather you have them fucking nightmares here with me.” When she pulled back to look down into my face, I said, “I’ll only hold you as tightly as you need me to, ’cause I know you don’t like it.”

“I like it, I just… It reminds me of when I would be held all night and couldn’t go use the bathroom. I will do better.”

“Nah, you don’t need to do better. This shit is a process, baby, so we gotta take it as it comes. For now, I’ll keep shit light, and you let me know as time goes on when I can progress.”

“Okay.” She simpered, pretty as hell.

Standing, I kept a hold on her as I carried her to the bed. We lay down, but she turned to face me, pecking me slowly. Reading her eyes and body language, I surmised she wanted to cuddle and shit like this. Bringing her into me, I lay on my back, rubbing hers as she rested her head on my chest. It wasn’t long after she threw her leg across me that her ass was fast asleep.

Walking into the warehouse dungeon room, I spotted Grady looking accomplished as two niggas sat tied up in wooden chairs.

“This is them, Sif. It was retaliation for murking one of theirs for killing Ram,” he explained.

I went to stand in front of the two young niggas whose eyes were already glistening just like their foreheads as they whimpered like some fucking poodles. I read them niggas for a minute, trying to detect their energy and I could tell by their body language they were the culprits.

I shook my head as I retrieved my heat, not understanding why niggas this age put their lives on the line by starting wars with muthafuckas out of their league.

“Ple—” one attempted to beg, but his head was dropped backward due to the bullet I’d put in his dome before he could get the shit out.

The other one, witnessing his boy get smoked, began to move about in attempt to break free from the tightly tied rope, so I dropped him too.

“Anybody else?” I asked.

“Nope. I checked.” Grady went to untie the dead bodies. “So we good now?”

“Still don’t trust you, nigga,” I said, making him look back at me. He was squatting down, unfastening the rope.

“What?” He stood.

Tsking, I said, “Yeah, I thought on it, and I can’t trust you. And if I can’t trust you, I can’t fuck with you.” I shrugged.

“This ’cause of Stazi? ’Cause that’s the only hiccup we don’ had, Sif! Yeah, we bickered over me trying to move up, but what nigga ain’t trying to move up?” He frowned, arms flailing damn near as he tried to plead his case.

“It ain’t got shit to do with Anastazia. I don’t like how you move, how you go about shit. You sneaky, and I can’t have no sneaky muthafucka in my camp. I also can’t let a nigga live that used to be in my business but ain’t no more.” I put the gun to his head, startling him as if this shit was gon’ go any other way.

“Sif, come on?—”

A knock on the door sounded off, interjecting Grady’s pleas.

“Asif?” Anastazia’s voice sounded off, making me exhale heavily, gun still trained on Grady.

She was right at the fucking door and would hear it. Though I tried to keep Anastazia in the loop, I didn’t need her knowing about shit that had nothing to do with her ass. And my baby wasnosy. If she heard a gunshot, she would be asking me about the shit until kingdom come.

Glaring at Grady, I tucked my gun and made my way to the door, taking deep breaths to calm myself down before opening it to see her beautiful, innocent ass face.

“What you need, love?” I tried to sound normal.

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