Page 4 of A Toxic Redemption

"Come on, nigga." Jake shook me slightly. I couldn't help but groan at the sudden movement. "Kira is in there waiting for us."

A little lightheaded, I walked up the driveway as best as possible. Making it inside, I stumbled to the living room couch and made a mental note to replace any furniture I had ruinedwith the blood that was dripping profusely from my body. Dropping to the couch, I threw my head back and tried to take my mind off the pain that was coursing inside me. Closing my eyes and allowing darkness to take over, I felt the couch dip on each side of me as a small body straddled mine. I popped my eyes open because I knew damn well this couldn't be Kira.

"What the fuck—"

"Shut up and be still, nigga." Lucky smirked as she held up what I assumed were supplies to get me cleaned up. "I just knew I would have been the one shooting you after our first encounter. Here." She handed me a pill bottle. Examining it, I realized it was pain medication, so I popped them with the quickness.

"Lucky, get your crazy ass on, man," I groaned, and I don't know if it was from the pain in my shoulder or from her waking my dick with the squirming she was doing in her little ass tights. "This shit already feels as if it's about to fall off."

"Well, I can't do any worse, huh?" She smirked as I watched her pour alcohol all over the tweezers. She lifted me slightly so she could tear the sleeve from my blood-soaked shirt. "This might hurt, so try not to move."

Before I could respond, she laid me back on the sofa and poured alcohol all over my right shoulder. I howled in pain because it was for sure the worst I'd ever felt in my life. I watched intently as she cleaned my wound as gently as she could. The girl was beautiful, although she was crazy as hell.

"Shit, girl," I hissed as she dug into my arm and removed the bullet. "How do you even know how to do this shit?"

"I spent a lot of time in the hood when I was younger, and I would help the fellas a time or two for a quick fix. There, it's out." She showed me the bloody metal before dropping it in a bowl beside her. "You need to be careful in the streets, Khalil. They don't love anyone, and you have a son to look after." She glanced at me quickly. "I'm almost done."

Once the bullet was removed, the rest was a breeze. Lucky took her time to ensure she cleaned thoroughly, and I was impressed. I was feeling good from the pills she gave me, and I wanted nothing more than to relax and let the euphoric feeling take over my body.

"Aye," I slurred as I grabbed her by the waist. She was done patching me up and trying to remove herself from my lap. I was in pain, but not just from my shoulder. Baby girl had my dick on brick. "Let me eat your pussy as a thank you."

"Maybe some other time." She giggled as she removed herself from my hold. Looking down at the tent on my joggers, she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled slowly. "As tempting as that sounds, I have someplace to be."

"Can you at least tell me your name?" I laid completely flat and adjusted my dick as I got comfortable. Sleep was about to hit a nigga, and this couch was as far as I was going to make it. "Let a nigga know who I'm going to be sniffing after when I leave here."

Gathering the items that she brought into the living room, she made her way back over to the couch. As she hovered over me, I peered up at her pretty brown eyes through my hooded ones. I was fading fast.

"Devyn." She leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Don't come sniffing for me, Khalil. Another shot of this pussy might cause you to overdose. Leave well enough alone because once you become a fiend of what's between these thighs, your life will never be the same." She licked my earlobe and raised up with a seductive grin plastered across her face.

I couldn't move as I watched her ass jiggle as she made her way out of the living room. As I closed my eyes, my last thoughts were not on the nigga that shot me but on how I was coming for Devyn. I don't exactly know where I wanted to put her, but I had to add her to my team by any fuckin' means.

CHAPTER

TWO

DEVYN “LUCKY” WALKER

"Welcome to Soul Pies."I adjusted my baker's hat and smiled as my next set of customers arrived. "How can I help you all today?"

"Hey, sweetie," I was greeted in return.

My smile became a little brighter when I noticed it was Khalil's mama.

"This one here can't seem to let me rest without wanting to come for cupcakes." She gestured toward her grandson, who was now shyly hiding behind her legs. "I was wondering if I could get half a dozen crème cheese cupcakes with sprinkles added," she requested.

"Absolutely. I will be just a second." I winked at KJ and went to box up their order.

They've come in several times over the past couple of weeks, so I already knew what they wanted. Every single time, KJ would give me the same bashful smile. I would always give him a little something extra just for being as cute as he is.

"Here you go, Bubba." I smiled and kneeled as I handed him the box of treats.

He looked from me to his grandmother before he stepped forward and grabbed it.

Leaning forward, I whispered in KJ's ear where only he could hear me. "I put a little some extra in there because you're sweeter than any treat in here." I stood back to my full height and tussled his kinky little curls. That granted me the cutest and brightest smile he's ever given me.

"What do you say, baby?" His grandmother glanced down at him.

"Thank you, Debin!"

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