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“So what? You and her get to be happy together? What about me?” she was seconds from throwing one of those childish ass tantrums.

“What about you? Your feelings ain't my problem. Never have been.”

“Here you go baby, your catfish just came out so, it’s nice and hot.” Ms. Ann took my attention off Taylor.

“Thank yo—” I started but the feel of a sharp pain in my shoulder interrupted my sentence.

I turned around to see what the hell it was, and Taylor was standing behind me with a scared expression and a knife in her hands. From it dripped my blood.My fucking blood. This bitch had just stabbed me.

Jovie

The last thing I expected when Cartier called me was for him to be telling me that he was leaving the fucking hospital. I was ready to curse him out because it had been three hours since I last spoke to him and he was supposed to be getting food. I naturally assumed he had gotten caught up with business, but for him to say he was leaving the hospital after being stitched up, I immediately thought the absolute worse. Theentire forty-five minutes it took for him to get to me had me on edge. He didn’t want me to come to him because it was so late, but he insisted on coming all the way home. To say I was worried was an understatement, but I got through it and so did he.

After what felt like forever he was pulling into the driveway. He got out of the car slow, stiff on one side and moving slow.

I met him in the driveway, noticing the blood on the heather gray tee-shirt he left the house in. I reached for the pharmacy bag and jacket that he was holding then followed him into the house.

“What happen?” Seeing him in pain scared me.

He took a seat on the sofa, neglecting to sit back for obvious reasons. “Help me take my shirt off, please.”

I nodded, approaching him slowly almost as if quick movement would hurt him. When I reached him, my hands immediately went to the hem of the bloodied shirt and I slowly began to ease it up.

Once I ridded him of his shirt I was able to see the big bandage on his shoulder that had a slight red tint in the middle of it. Again my lips formed the words to ask what happened, but he started to speak before I could ask.

“Bitch stabbed me at Tellys when I picked up the food.”

Now I was pissed, because what bitch had stabbed him and what the fuck was the reason. “What bitch, Cartier?”

“Taylor.”

“And why the fuck would she do that? Bitches stab the niggas they fucking.” By now my hands were on my hips and I was mugging the absolute fuck out of him.

“I ain’t fucking that broad, and you know that. I ain’t fucking nobody but your crazy ass. Bitch stabbed me from behind and you in here beefing with me.” He sat back against the couch sighing in pain.

His pain eased my anger, immediately making me feel stupid for even thinking he was still fucking her for a second. “I’m sorry baby, you want me to go beat her ass?”

“No, ‘cause you carrying my junior, but when you drop his ass that’s fair game. Bitch stabbed me and started crying and shit.”

“That’s too long. I’ma pay one of those hoes who don’t like her to catch her stupid ass. Nah, I’ma hit her ass with my car.” I was already thinking of ways I could get her myself. Her stabbing him enraged me.

He laughed tired as hell. “Nah, you ain’t gonna hit nobody with your car, Let lil’ duck foot think she got away with that shit, when she least expects it I’ma pay a block bitch to make her wish she was dead.”

I looked at him and nodded my head, accepting his answer. “Do you want some pain meds?”

“No, I just want you to come lay with a nigga. I feel like being babied.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter that spilled from my lips as I joined him on the sofa. I tried not to crowd him or get too close but leave it to him to climb his dramatic ass between my legs. Him being so close to me, gave me a reassurance out of this orbit. Hell, it calmed nerves I didn’t even know I had and eased my worries.

We ended up sleeping on the couch, me not wanting to move or disrupt him and him just needing the rest. Even though every so often he was telling me lets go get into bed. We never made it into bed. He definitely didn’t, because when he woke up the next morning he was in more pain than the following night.

I ended up babying him, up until the ibuprofen PM kicked in knocking him out for a few hours so I could focus on getting some work done. Today ended up being a wash, but that was okay as long as he was fine, because I swear I don’t know what I’d do if something were to happen to him. I was just getting used to him being my person, so the thought of losing him sent tremors through my body and fear into my brain.

Virtue

My eyes rested on the beautiful womanstanding awkwardly in front of me with nothing to say. She had a lot to her when she walked in my place looking for me, but right now with it just being the two of us she was uncomfortable. I could understand her reasoning, but I didn’t get why she was here to see me. Why was Don’s wife here to see me? And yes, that’s what she introduced herself as.

“Look I don—” she started, but stopped herself midsentence, because she decided against what she was about to say.

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