Page 20 of Made to Love Ya

ME:

That fuck nigga for your sister.

TC:

Where she at?

ME:

In the shower.

TC:

Otw.

ME:

Bet! Meet me in the basement.

“One second,”I called out before I headed to my room.

I pulled the box from the closet, removed the heat, and tucked it away before I headed back to the door. Talia was still singing her ass off. That shit worked in my favor. I realized she hadn’t jumped in the shower immediately like I had when I left her room. That was all good. I knew her ass took long showers, but I doubted if I had much time to get rid of this nigga before she finished. I returned to the living room, unlocked the door, and slipped out into the hallway before I closed the door behind me.

“Where’s Talia?”

“You worried about the wrong damn thang. I thought I told ya simp ass when you called the last time to stay the fuck away.”

“Listen, you don’t know me like that. So don’t come at me like that.”

“Nigga, you fucking around with my girl. The fuck you mean don’t come at you like that?” I asked, stepping up to him.

He stood firm and tried to mug the shit out of me. I eyed him up and down and chuckled.

“I ain’t out here to play bitch games with you. I’m out here to tell ya punk ass one final time to stop fucking around with my girl, or I’ma fuck around and catch a case.”

“Do what you gotta do, nigga!” He challenged, squaring off and putting his fists up.

I chuckled again, removed my piece from the back of my sweats, and shoved it under his chin.

“Nigga, do I look like I play fuck boy games? You think I’m muthafuckin’ playing with ya bitch ass?”

His nostrils flared, and his chest heaved up and down as he curled his lips inward.

“You better plan on using that shit,” he declared with a trembling voice.

Something went cold inside of me. I didn’t go around bragging or telling folks my business, but this wasn’t the first time I had used a gun, and it damn sure wouldn’t be the last time. I’d had to silence a couple of muthafuckas in the past who tried me.

The first nigga I silenced was six years ago. I was working late one night when someone broke into my office at the restaurant. I hadn’t been to the bank and made my deposits. When he pulled his gun on me, I made sure I pulled my trigger first before he had a chance. I dropped his ass right there, and my attorney claimed self-defense. I never spent a night in jail, and charges were never pressed against me.

The second time I killed a nigga, I made sure to have that shit cleaned up, and the law never had to get involved. So, while I didn’t relish doing the shit, I would do whatever I needed to do. I wasn’t afraid, and I wasn’t worried about bodying this nigga and getting that shit cleaned up.

But the reality was it was too messy to do it right in front of her door. Talia or her neighbors could walk out at any moment. I wasn’t trying to bring that type of heat down on her.

“I ain’t got no problem using this shit on you. I also don’t doubt that once I do, your body will disappear, and nothing will come back to me. You think I’m playing, nigga? Fuck around and find out.

“I’m giving your ass to the count of five to walk your monkey ass up out of here and head back to the stairs and out of this building. I swear the next time I catch you up in here or anywhere else she is, you might as well get ready to be getting casket fresh because your mama gonna be buying a suit.”

“Only reason I’m here is because she invited me over. She said we needed to talk about some things.”

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