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Surprise was evident in her expression. She didn’t think I knew about this nigga, but I did. The nigga commented on every one of her fucking pictures and from her sister saying she was about to catch a flight to Nola in the morning, it didn’t take much for me to put two and two together, that she was going to see the nigga who had been social media begging her to stop playing with him.

“Yeah, I’m hip and the Pirates will be down because of yo’ ass.”

“How did yo?—”

“Doesn’t matter.” I pushed a stray piece of hair from her face. Empress was fucking beautiful and worth every crime I was willing to commit behind her.

“I ain’t no weak bitch, Zero.”

I laughed. “You think I’on know that?” I replied, lightly touching my bruised jaw.

She smiled. “Glad you peep.”

“We finished with this, or you need to do some more harboring to hear me threaten lives. We over this?” I asked.

“For now.”

“Ain’t no for now. You’re over this shit or not?” I didn’t have time to think we was over this then be beefing in a few weeks or days.

“Don’t be telling me what I’ma do. We’ll be good when you fire yo’ lil’ on site dick sucker.”

That one caught me by surprise, but I nodded my head.

“Until then, leave me be.”

“Fuck outta here. We’ve been chilling at my crib, but this is how you living?” My eyes glossed her bedroom. Her crib was nice as fuck, and you could tell she dropped some cash in the renovations of this joint. It was a two-flat brick house.

“I’m working on my basement.” She looked around before back at me.

“What made you buy it?”

“The idea of customizing my own place to my own liking rather than buying something that somebody else made all the choices of.”

“You gonna gimme a tour or do I need to walk this motherfucker myse?—”

The barking of what I recognized was a small dog from afar interrupted my statement.” Then like the man of the house a little French bulldog ran over and took a seat behind her.

“Blue, meet Zero. Zero meet my son, Blue.”

I chuckled. “What about that tour?”

“I’m pretty sure you saw everything the moment you decided to bypass my gullible door opening ass sister and come up here to find me.”

“Probably did, but I still want a tour without yo’ protective ass son.” I chuckled.

She was about to say some slick shit, but clapped her mouth shut when Taree peeked her head in the room. “Just making sure the coast is clear and she didn’t deck you again.”

I stepped back out of Empress’s space, leaning on the dresser in the corner of the room before a chuckle escaped my lips. “Got my ass good, didn’t she?”

Taree laughed. “I was ordering something to eat and taking over my normal space in your house. Did either of you want anything?” Shorty had already assumed I was staying, which was a good assumption.

“Parmesan fries with hot wings.” Empress had picked up the mangy ass dog and was hugging on him and shit. “Can you also put my baby in his bedroom?”

Taree made a face, before reaching for her sister’s dog.

“Don’t be looking at my baby like that.” Empress fussed at her sister.

“Like what, Em? He’s a dog and you treat this lil’ nigga like he’s just as human as you or I. He literally has his own space. A fucking dog loft.”

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