Page 22 of He Thugged Me First

As if she had lifted a weight off my shoulder and put air into my lungs, my bitch ass gasped. “Mazz said that?—”

She shook her head and giggled.

“I’mma kill that nigga, on my mama.” I shook my head. I couldn’t even laugh or none of that because I felt like my worst nightmare had come true. A nigga was willing to love my bitch.

“Look, I—” She started, but I walked up on her and grabbed her neck.

“I was ready to come in here and do a murder suicide. Both of our asses were dead.” I shook my head before I pecked her lips and looked at them then her before I uttered the words that I had always wanted to say, but they always got trapped until now. “I love you, Mecca.”

She looked up at me, shocked that I had even said it. “Nigga, no you don’t.” She had her lips scrounge up.

“Oh, yes the fuck I do.” I allowed my hand to cascade down her face before I pressed my lips against hers.

QUARI

“Now why the fuck you do that?” I glanced over at Mazz who was still laughing at the fact that he had sent Kasair off.

He shook his head. “Nigga had to either shit or get off the pot.”

I had to laugh at myself because Kasair stormed out of here like he was finna go blow some shit down. “So you just gonna force the nigga to get his shit together?”

“Nah. He needed to think about the idea of her not always being there. I gave him that visual.” Mazz shrugged.

I shook my head and stood from my seat. “I got some shit to handle with a fat nigga about a court hearing.”

Mazz glanced at me for a while before he nodded. “Be easy,” he responded after a while. That was his way of asking me to be safe and not get myself killed. I definitely wouldn’t, and this job was on the easy side. I just needed to take care of the witness in a case. The nigga was a snitch and had been put up by the feds. Primal had hit me up and asked me to handle it. I swear he was one of the people who called me the most. My nigga always had problems. Nothing was ever smooth sailing in his camp for too long.

Once I left Mazz, I stopped by my spot and grabbed all that I needed before I headed to the spot I had to post up at. It didn’t take me long before I was pulling up to the abandoned building that I had scoped out a few days ago. Low key, I was thinking about buying this space later. I had already discussed it with Love. She always claimed that what I did with my money was my business, but she damn sure didn’t have a problem lecturing me for making luxury purchases for her. She was like that though. She even got pissed at me when I paid all her school expenses. She didn’t ask me to, but I knew she still had shit that had to behandled outside of her scholarship and I didn’t mind handling it. When I stepped out on the roof, I looked around at everything around me before closing my eyes to bask. It was pitch black out here, so I knew for a fact no one could see me. I did wanna make this shit quick though, because I was trying to get home to Love. She had been on her little emotional thing lately. She worried more and called more. Like right now, I knew for a fact that she was calling me, but I had turned my phone off and left it five blocks away in my car. It was a dummy move to take anything that could identify you to the scene. For instance, after I finished this job, I had about thirty seconds to get off this roof. Within that thirty seconds, I couldn’t leave a casing or anything that could be traced. Why would I bring my phone when all the pigs would have to do is check the device that was in this area at the timing of the shooting? Most niggas didn’t peep that, so when they handled shit like this, they did the dummy and took their phones with them and caught their damn selves. I watched too many of them shows and did too much research to catch myself and do the pigs’ jobs for them. Once I found the space with the best vantage point, I set my gun up and looked through the scope. A smile graced my face; this shit was about to be easier than I thought. Seconds later, I had the gun aimed at his forehead. Without even a second thought, I pulled the trigger and watched him drop. Everything after that happened fast. Before I knew it, I was walking toward the bridge meters from my truck. I stood there for a moment admiring the view before I dropped the rifle case into the water. The moment it impacted the water, I walked over and hopped into my truck. I had got in right on time, because my phone was definitely ringing off the hook.

When I saw her name, I laughed before answering the request to FaceTime. “Yeah, Love.”

“Don’t ‘yeah Love’ me.” She mugged me.

“You know I was handling something so?—”

“No. You didn’t tell me that. You left this morning being all vague and you haven’t even checked in.” She was pouting now.

“I’m sorry, baby. You want me to stop and get you some cookies or something?” I asked. I knew when to wave the white flag, and right now was that time. I didn’t even feel like going home and arguing with her. She was gonna win anyways because I wanted some pussy, and I was saying whatever to get that and keep the peace.

“Yes. Insomnia cookies please, and I want the sal?—”

“Two salted caramels and one chocolate chip.” I reminded her that I knew her order. How could I forget it? I mean, literally, this was damn near a weekly trip.

Chapter 6

MAZZ - DAYS LATER

“Why don’t you just wanna sit here and eat?” Honey asked, not bothering to look up from her phone.

I glanced at her, irritated because she kept asking the same damn question. She knew I didn’t fuck with her like that. It was sex and nothing more. I really didn’t get the point of acting like it could be more when she knew how she was out here. “Didn’t I tell ya bean head ass no when we pulled up? Be fucking lucky I ain’t get ya ass a double stack and call it a day.” I shook my head in disgust. I sat there looking down at my phone, just as a familiar, sweet scent filled my nostrils. Couldn’t be. When I looked up, I was looking at her backside. It was ingrained in my memory since that day at the hospital. She had just walked into the restaurant hand in hand with some white motherfucker. I had to blink a few times because my eyes weren’t even registering the fact that she was here and hadn’t responded to not one of my messages. She couldn’t have realizedthat she had me fucked up, but she would find out sooner than later. I watched her until she set her purse in the booth with old boy and walked toward the washroom. After a few seconds, I glanced over at Honey before standing from the bench.

“I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, not paying me any attention because she was all on her phone. She was probably looking for another nigga to trick off on her.

I walked toward the washroom and went right in. The moment I turned the corner, she was standing in the mirror washing her hands.

“Pressure.”

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