Page 41 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“So you fucked that nigga.” His eyes felt like hands caressing every spot they touched. Beseeching for a response, but I realized that the longer I stayed silent the more infuriated he became.

“Why do you care?” I shattered the scorching silence that had overtaken the room.

He looked at me like I had two heads and wanted to knock one of them off my neck. “Answer the fucking question.”

“Ask the fucking question then. All you seem to be doing is making assumptions.” I could’ve told him I didn’t fuck Aylo, but I didn’t want to… not yet.

“Did you fuck him?”

“And if I did?” I tilted my head to the side awaiting his response. If looks could kill my ass would’ve been laid out on the floor.

“Then that nigga dead.”

With my head still tilted to the side, I looked him square in the eyes. They told no tale. He was willing to kill this man if at any point I had allowed him between my legs. Did I really want to keep playing with fire like that? Play with someone’s life, with this unhinged ass man before me.

“His blood is on yo’ hands.” He turned to walk away, pulling his shirt over his head like it was nothing.

“Well he didn’t fuck, so you’d be killing him for nothing,” I responded in a matter of fact tone.

“Wouldn’t be for nothing. You let that nigga puthis lips on you. He tou—” he started, but I couldn’t take this incessant shit anymore.

“Why are you like this? You’re mad at me for not obsessing over you. For being happy and not sad because you do you? Not waiting for you to deci?—”

“Yes, fucking yes!” His voice roared loud enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand. “You let him touch you like you belonged to him. Had you ‘round his niggas like you were his bitch.”

“What gives you the right to regulate me when you don’t even want me? When all you do is fuck other bitches. Don’t you got a kid on the way?” He didn’t respond right away, so I kept talking or so I planned to.. “I don’t belong to anyone, Cartrek. Not him, not yo—” My statement ended with him moving at almost a vampiric speed back into my space.

“Nah, finish that statement. You don’t what?” By now he had my ass yoked up like one of those bad ass kids in Walmart. Anger was seeping through his pores while decreasing inside of me, because tonight, in this moment showed me how much I affected him.

“How can I belong to you when you don’t belong to me?” I broke. Anger didn’t reside in my being anymore. He had enough of it for the both of us.

“The fuck you mean by that? Where I’m at right now, Peach?” Still angry he huffed.

“Here, but only because you saw another nigga enjoying the space you didn’t.”

He was about to respond, but his phone began to ring.

When he held his finger up as if to tell me one minute, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. Here this nigga was again putting me on hold for yet another female.

“Yeah,” he answered holding the phone to his ear and looking me square in the eyes.

“Where? The fuck you mean. He good?” His eyes softened with every word. “Nah, I got her. We’ll be up there.”

Now I wanted to know who her was and was who good?When he got off the phone his hand immediately went to the back of his neck before he gave me a serious expression. The words that spilled from his lips seconds later rocked my whole world.

“Tafari got shot. We got to get up to hospital right now, Peach.”

Cartrek

The moment those words left my lips I could see the anguish that entered her body. Then another moment passed us and she almost lost balance, prompting me to rush her.

“He…he what?”

“He got shot. We gotta move, Peach.” At this point I was holding her up.

She nodded her head, and that was it. She didn’t say much of anything else as I put my shit on and we left the house a few minutes later. Last time I saw Fari the nigga was mugged about her but talking shit with the lil’ niggas. What the hell had happened between now and then I didn’t know, but the moment we hit the hospital somebody had better been telling me.

We arrived about twenty minutes later, rushing the elevator to the floor given by the nurse at the desk. Shorty tried to play that waiting room shit, but Peach wasn’t having that. Like a fucking brute she made old girl give us a floor and room number before we reached an elevator. When we reached his floor a few seconds later, I spotted a few Ace members lining the hall, then my eyes landed on Luke leaned against the empty receptionist desk. I hung back to have a word him while she rushed into her brother’s room.

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