Page 52 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Who ar?—”

“No need to ask, baby. This stalking ass motherfucker right here is Detective Archie Bishop, first grade fuck up and bearer of no common sense.”

Peach nodded, hand resting on my forearm. “Oh.” If she was bothered, she didn’t show it.

“You might not wanna get too close to Mr. Givens here. He did murder his last wife.”

She didn’t fully react, but I knew what he said did something because she tensed up. I’d been around her long enough to peep settle shit like that.

“Something about proof, or right you gotta have it. You don’t though, so I’d suggest you stop playing these accusatory games before my lawyer be sitting on front of your chief. Enjoy the rest of your day, Detective.” I forced a tight smile knowing damn well I wanted to beat his ass in here. I was starting to regret more and more not killing his ass when I had the chance. “You ready, Peach?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded her head. “Yeah, I think got everything.” I paid for everything, and we left the store a few minutes later. I could tell that what was said got to her and I hated it. I hated it because I had already gotten used to her, so there was no way this shit could go back to what it was before. It was impossible because I was already addicted to her.

When we reached my spot, we sort of went our separate ways. Her cooking in the kitchen while I went to my office to think. I knew we needed to have a conversation, but I didn’t know how that shit would go. Hell I didn’t know if I wanted to be straight up with her or keep shit vague. Ultimately it came down to me wondering if I wanted to protect her from the real me and lie or if I was going to be straight up and watch her view of me change. I spent so much time cooped up in my office that daylight had escaped and the aroma of food filled thedarkness that surrounded me.

Standing from the sofa in the office, I stretched a little before I opened the door to exit. The living room and foyer were dark, because neither of us had turned the lights on. I entered the kitchen, eyes trained on the back of her head as she moved around the kitchen. The space fit her like she was made for it. Like it was made for her.

She turned around, placing a plate on the counter, before looking up at me. She still had that same look in her eyes. The one that let me know what Archie said had gotten to her. Niggas could’ve skated around it, but I didn’t want to. Oddly enough I felt the need to be transparent with her as if it couldn’t hurt me in the long end.

“You wanna talk about it?” The words spilled from my lips on a bitch type vibe. Since when was I the one who wanted to talk or even discuss something?When it came to her.

“About what? I was just coming to get you to eat.” Her expression was blank.

“I know you heard what he said. I know you probably wanna know.”

“I did, but I don?—”

“I did. I killed her.” I’ve never admitted this shit to a soul, not even my own little sister when she heard the news. For some reason though, I had to admit it to Virtue. What I felt for her wouldn’t let me say the right things to brush this under the rug.

She blinked a few times, stunned at my honesty. “Wha—What?”

“I met and fell in love with Mia quick as fuck. Thought that shit was love at first sight, but I was so mistaken. For her I was a career maker; a way to move up. Detective Archie was not only her handler, but also the nigga she was fucking behind my back and in my bed. She used me for everything she could get outa me. I was with that woman for four years and she only slipped once. Had she not I would’ve been served to the feds on a silver platter by her hand. I’m not saying all of this for you to feel bad for me or none of that shit, because at the end of the day Imade a decision. One that I’d make a million times over, because betrayal is betrayal and that shit is punishable by death in my book.”

I rounded the corner, stepping into her space. “Speak, Peach.” She had been too quiet, and that shit was lowkey killing me.

“What am I supposed to say?”

“That you don?—”

“When I got with you I didn’t think you were a saint, hell I didn’t expect you to be. Now I didn’t expect you to have killed your wife, but in some weird way I understand.” She looked up at me with the sincerest of eyes.

I was taken aback one hundred percent by her response. “You don’t have to say that. You can feel how you feel.”

“It was you or her, and you chose yourself. Does the fact that I don?—”

I interrupted her sentence picking her up and sitting her on the counter. Eyes locked and bodies in contact.

“You mean that shit?” each word I spoke made contact with her lips.

She nodded. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Cartier

Tensions between Ace and Mafia were at an all-time high and a war was imminent. Alias taking shots at Fat Trell and Fari started it. Then, my brother retaliating and making sure they couldn’t make money added fuel to an already lit fire. I heard Mafia didn’t lose anybody to that fire, shit no one had lost anyone yet, but I knew it was coming. Niggas wasn’t about to keep sending shots and missing. Hell had the bullet been five centimeters to the left Fari would have been gone. He wasn’t though, he was still here and that alone should’ve had that nigga Aylo putting his brother into some type of hiding. With Fari back on his feet, that was something niggas should have worried about. Though he was affiliated to Ace, he didn’t need us. That nigga was a one man army and came atshit as such.

“It’s crazy to keep beefing with these lil’ niggas like they’re somebody. Niggas ain’t shit but roosters in counterfeit Patek’s and all-white.” Cruz drank from his glass looking from me to my brother.

I chuckled. “Niggas won’t be standing for too long. You know how that goes.”

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