Page 79 of Save Room for Us

I dapped a few niggas up en route to the trap, with Grady right behind me.

“I got everything handled in here,” Grady said once we were inside.

“Sit down.” I sat at the table. “Y’all niggas, wait outside,” I told the niggas working inside this particular trap.

With no questions asked, they hopped up and darted to the porch, clearly happy to be excused from whatever the fuck was happening.

Grady took forever to walk into the kitchen with the yellowed lighting, pulling out the chair slowly, making it scrape across the tile before descending into it, perspiration already above his brow.

“What’s up?” he quizzed, eyes widening momentarily as I placed my heat onto the table. “Sif, I swear to you I had nothing to do with that shit.”

“We ’bout to play a game. A good way for me to see how loyal you are.”

“Huh?”

“Russian Roulette.”

“Nah, I’m not playing that shit!” he barked then calmed down. “Sif, I’m not doing that.”

“Either you do it, or I’m blowing ya fucking brains out right here and right now. You’ll be cleaned up and bagged the fuck up in about an hour, and I’ll move on with the rest of my fucking day. Or, you do this and possibly go on with ya life.”

“Man, how is this gon’ show I’m loyal?”

“Go first.” I slid the gun his way. “Oh, and don’t even think about trying some shit either.”

Drenched with sweat by this point, Grady took the gun and sluggishly put it to his head. He took a couple short breaths before shutting his eyes, pursing his lips, and pulling the trigger. When the gun clicked, he liked to fell over.

“Aight—”

“Again.” I cut him off.

He opened his mouth to protest but decided against it, placing the gun to his temple again. By this time, he was crying a little bit, but it didn’t faze me as I watched.

Grady did it again, bracing himself before pulling the trigger, and another click sounded off. He let out a loud exhale and waited to see what I would say. I took the gun, aimed it at the brown vase on the bar and let a shot off at it, causing Grady to jump at the sound of breaking glass.

When he turned away from the shattered vase, his eyes were wide as fuck with fright, realizing I’d accurately guessed which chamber slot held the bullet.

Standing as I put the safety on, I leaned across the table, ignoring the shooting pain in my side as I said, “Don’t ever underestimate how the fuck I move, Grady. Once more was all it would’ve taken for me to let you kill yo’-fucking-self.

“Now you got a few days to present to me who shot at me. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes you, nigga. You bring that muthafucka to me at five days and one minute, and you dead. You don’t bring me shit, you dead. You can run and you can hide, nigga, but I’m gon’ find you. I’m gon’ catch you, and until I do, you won’t ever be able to live normally.”

“I-I got you, Sif.” He nodded, sniffling.

I didn’t trust this stupid ass nigga and found it mighty interesting that I hadn’t been shot at in a minute until he and I started having issues. Come that fifth day, if I didn’t have what the fuck I needed, Grady was dead. I couldn’t have a muthafucka I didn’t trust around me.

I shutthe engine to my car off as I stared at the big ass luxury building Asif lived in. I’d been coming by here all week, at random times, hoping I could see him, preferably at night when he was more in the mood to fuck.

I missed that dick, but not only that; Asif loved to fuck, and it was rare if ever that he turned me down when I offered it to him. And I was sure that his sister-in-law’s sister wasn’t putting it down at all.

My heart rate sped up as I watched Asif walk out, face bunched up as he talked on the phone. He looked so sexy in the wife beater, cloth gray sweats, socks, corduroy slippers, and with his dreads hanging freely. His beard was glistening, even in the setting sun, right along with that deep caramel complexion. Those perfectly muscled arms that went perfectly with his tattoo covered build were drool worthy.

Asif was the finest nigga I’d ever laid eyes on, but his personality made him even sexier.

Climbing out of the car after checking myself out in the mirror, I put on my best switch in the pleated skirt I was wearing that showed a little bit of my ass at the bottom. I knew Asif would enjoy it as well as the crop top I had on.

He spotted me as he listened intently to what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, so I smiled sexily, waving. He gave me nothing, saying something I couldn’t make out due to the distance, before hanging up.

“What you doing here?” he quizzed irritably as he put his phone back into his pocket.

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