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A knock on the door saved her.

“That’s her coffee,” Mig grumbled, getting up and going to the door.

He returned with a giant cup of what looked to her like a shake. A mocha shake? Whatever it was, it was good, even if it was sweet.

“Thanks,” she offered, curling up more tightly in the blanket.

The door opened, and Justin came in, followed by Phoenix and Davon. They both had their shirts off, sweating as they laughed, and Davon had a basketball spinning on a finger as he talked.

Geo stood up, Mig moving next to him as Sailor peeked at them warily. What was about to happen?

“Any special reason you didn’t text back?” Geo asked Davon darkly.

Davon stilled the ball, putting it on his hip as he looked down at Geo in confusion. “I didn’t get the text, left my phone home on the charger. Saw Phoenix had a message and thought I’d tag along in case. All my people know I don't use a phone Sunday mornin’s, it’s my church time.”

“I ain't your people?” Geo asked, his voice deceptively calm.

“Man, it ain’t like that. My friends and shit. You ain’t never texted me on the weekend ever, only Tuesdays. It’s always just work. Look, I was here all day yesterday, and my phone died. I thought I charged it overnight, but when I got up, it was unplugged from the charger. The cord was. I had to plug it and leave it, I was goin’ to get it after. It wouldn’t ‘a mattered, I wouldn’t ‘a seen it no faster. I got here same time as them, right?This ain’t me disrespectin’ you, man, it’s just my routine up till now. Now that I know you might need me more than you used to, I’ll keep it with me. Aight?”

Geo snorted, then turned and looked Sailor over. “I think you lied about other things, too,” he finally announced, turning back to Davon. “Like how much you like her? How long you been tryna get in her pants?”

“Look, man… past is past. She wasn’t nothin’ to no one. The second she became yours, I ain’t looked at her once. Yeah, I had a thing, she made it clear she didn’t. I stepped off but stayed close in case she changed her mind. I still fucked with other girls, didn’t hang my heart on her or nothin’ like that. I ain’t hung up. I ain’t here for that. I don't care about that shit. I’m here to work. You just wanna punish me for likin’ someone you didn’t know existed for four years? I ain’t about that. I don't fuck with other people’s bitches.”

“And how do you define that, fool? She’s my bitch, I know that. Mig knows that. Rue don't know that, though. It ain’t in her head yet. So who do you look at when you decide who’s bitch she is? Her definition, or mine? You want her, so why would I assume you would respect my view on that?”

“I respect your view on that,” Davon told him angrily, his jaw setting like it did when he tried not to lash out. “And she knows it too. She knows she’s your bitch, we talked about that shit last night. I told her straight out she was yours, and she was gonna be good to you and…”

“Why’d she need tellin’?” Geo interrupted, turning to look at Sailor. “Were you tryna appeal to him, Rue? Use him? Try ‘n get away?”

Sailor shook her head quickly, her face going red.

“You like this fool?” he asked darkly. “Carlos!”

The man next to the door came forward and grabbed Davon from behind, yanking his arms behind his back and holding him.

“Fuck!” Phoenix swore, moving away from Davon, Justin quietly moving with him.

“You like him, Rue? You want him to save you? Get you away? You wanna run away with him? He tell you all about his big dick, make you want it like all the other girls on his phone?”

Sailor shook her head again, tears springing up as he gripped her hair.

“You wanna suck his big dick?” Geo asked angrily, yanking her off the couch and pushing her closer to Davon.

Carlos shoved Davon’s basketball shorts down to his knees, and Sailor let out a terrified wail as Geo rushed her closer to the long cock hanging limply.

“Suck it then, bitch!” Geo yelled at her, pushing her face so close that her cheek was against it.

Sailor screamed then, then blanched back and writhed as her stomach heaved at the smell. He’d been sweating for the last 4 hours in the hot sun, and he smelled like it. Her stomach lurched like it always did at bad smells and heavy body odor. “Please!” she cried, trying to turn away. “Don't!”

“Start sucking! Open your fucking whore mouth!” Geo screamed, rubbing her face in his crotch.

The smell was more than she could handle with her tender stomach, coupled with being pregnant and smells bothering her more than usual.

Heaving, she vomited on Davon’s legs.

Geo let her go in shock, and she dropped to the floor, throwing up her breakfast.

He sneered as she finally went still, swaying on the ground. “I guess she doesn’t like your mediocre dick after all,” he told Davon.

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