Page 38 of Truth

“Sahmeer, what does this mean?”

“Marry me, Gee. Marry me again. I’m begging, baby, and before you ask, Rowdy Red didn’t give you up.”

“Well, who did?” I narrowed my eyes and huffed. “That damn Teenie. I knew she couldn’t hold shit.”

I went to look for my cell phone and realized I’d left it on the balcony.

“Biscuit, baby.” He laughed, giving up his source. “You were interfering with his ball action.”

He lifted both hands, and I pushed him.

“This means nothing, Sahmeer. This is aesthetics, an optic display of ownership, a cheap shot?—”

“Wait. Ain’t shit cheap about that ring. Hold the fuck up.” He stood up and rubbed his knees. “Gee, what more do you want? I even gave you a baby.”

He looked down at his dick that had hardened, which was too bad because he wasn’t getting any pussy.

“Great. Your work is done.”

I reached for my nightgown, and he snatched it.

“Is this about the shit you did with Charlene?” I asked and frowned.

He still refused to own up to being with her. It didn’t matter since I had a whole nigga. Until he did, though, there was nothing we needed to talk about. I was over him not telling Truth and Brick about us. They both were fucking nervous wrecks themselves. One was a slave to pussy and the other was full of shit. Teenie had already filled me in after Auntie Myanne told me he had a house guest.

“Okay.” He gulped. “It happened once, but I was drunk, and you hurt my fucking feelings at the hospital. Happy?”

He stretched out his arms as if he hadn’t admitted to his very pregnant wife that he’d cheated. Was I a hypocrite? Fuck no. Charlie didn’t count because Sahmeer allowed it out of guilt. Too bad Charlie didn’t deliver dick the way I needed him to. The ones before him were when I was young and stupid, marrying him when he wasn’t ready to be my husband instead of a Saint Rider.

“So, we’re good?”

“Nope, but help me up. Your damn baby is sitting on my bladder.

“When I do, will you give me some pussy then?” he asked, helping me up.

With a swift lift of my knee, I slammed it into his balls. He screamed and cupped his stomach as he fell to the floor.

“You better be glad that’s all I can do. If I find my gun, you will have more to worry about than throbbing nuts, Sahmeer. You’ll be explaining why I blew those motherfuckers off.”

“Baby, what if I kill her? Will that swipe my slate clean?”

“For Christ’s sake, no! I don’t know the answer. Is it okay if I just ask for some time?”

He groaned but nodded until he fell on his back.

“Time it is, Gee.”

“Good. Now, roll your ass on out of here.”

“You sure youdon’t need me to drop you off?”

“No, Kane.” I kissed his cheek and rubbed it. “Just give the chief my uniforms.”

“You sure about this? Dang, I thought I would never see you up and quit. You’re good at this, Merci. Hell, better than any of us. That, and who will I talk out of doing something crazy like running inside of burning buildings we know are about to collapse?”

“Green or Beacon maybe.”

He smirked, and we both laughed. Beacon loved to drive the truck and even man the hose, but he looked like he was close to passing out if asked to go and rescue someone.

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