Page 73 of He Thugged Me First

“What’s all this?” I asked, looking around.

“I’m moving.” She smiled. She seemed so excited about it but had yet to mention where she was going.

“With who, Jameson? Ma tell me yeen let one of them people over the internet talk you out of ya?—”

“Boy hush!” she continued to giggle at me.

“She’s moving in with Gauze.” My sister smiled. I could tell she had some animosity toward me when she said Gayze’s name.

“We went house shopping a few weeks back, then she closed yesterday. Her man friend took her and I out, and it was nice.” Dolly smiled my way as I took a seat on the sofa next to her.

She had lost me when she said something about a man friend, then leave it to my sister to be messy.

“She must’ve finally found somebody who will do right by her and not wait until she comes around to his way of life. Hmph, good for her.” Mecca had the biggest smile on her face. She knew what the fuck she was doing. I glanced down at the coffee table, seeing Dolly’s phone before I picked it up. I knew for a fact the old woman didn’t have a passcode on it so I just opened it up. When I did, I went straight to Nadeen’s contact before I pressed dial and put the phone to my ear.

“Yeah, GG.” Nadeen answered on the first ring.

“Send me Gayze’s location.”

“Who is this?” Nadeen asked, realizing it wasn’t Dolly.

“Mazz, now drop the pin.” I hung the phone up and waited for her to send the location.

“What are you about to do Mazzier?” Mecca asked, now with a serious expression but a smile in her big ass eyes.

“She wanted a nigga to chase her right, well she has that.” As soon as Dolly’s phone dinged in my lap, I picked it up and copied the address to myself. Once I was finished I sat her phone back down before standing to my feet.

“That right, baby boy! Go get your girl, but the next time you hurt my baby it’ll be me you and that .38. So hear me now, don’t go bothering her if yeen serious or I swear it’ll be hell to tell the captain.”

The address I pulled up to was where she came out of her therapist’s office a few months back, so I knew it well. I was tempted to stay downstairs and wait on her to get out, but I was pissed. I didn’t give a damn about her finishing her appointment. The thought of her moving on had me sick. I had been getting by leaving her alone and leaving her out of my thoughts when I could, but shit wasn’t right and I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t fathom another nigga loving or touching her the way I should’ve been. Females didn’t get it, they could take much more than we could, and it was a proven fact at this point. When I walked into the building, I already knew what floor she was on because I’d heard her complaining about the stairs to the sixth floor and them bothering her edges. I was about to walk toward the elevator, but quickly decided against it because it would take too long, so I took the stairs.

When I reached the top floor, I walked straight into the waiting room. I didn’t even stop at the receptionist desk. I walked right into what I assumed was her therapy session.

She looked up at me and I could see nothing but confusion on her face.

“So, this is what we do?” I asked, mugging her pretty ass right where she sat.

“What are you talking about? What are you doin?—”

“Nah, fuck that you tryna move on, huh?” I asked, watching her eyes travel from me to the woman sitting behind the desk. When she didn’t answer right away I shook my head before closing the door and taking a seat. Since she wanted to have therapy, this is exactly what we were about to have.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, before she spoke. “What do you expect from me, Mazzier?”

When I glanced over at her, she was looking straight ahead at the therapist. “I expected for yo ass to talk to me, to let me fix where I fucked up. But now I don’t expect shit, I know what the fuck is gonna happen. You can tell Ms. Therapist lady over there that yeen listening to her no more, that you’re bringing yo motherfucking ass home, unless you wanna make this a couples therapy session every week.”

“Nothing is?—”

“Fuck outta here, you make this shit difficult. It was easy for your pinhead ass to move on, right?” I was grilling her ass, so she dared not to look in my direction.

“What have you done, Mazzier? You had bitches at the?—”

“What the fuck was I supposed to say, Gayze? I’m just supposed to walk around this bitch chasing you until you’re ready to forgive me?”

“Yes! I at least expected that.”

“Well, this me chasing yo ass, but it stops right fucking here. You might as well tell Ms. Know-It-All Lady over there that this is ya last time telling her all our business. I’m fucking sorry, and this shit ain’t happening again.”

She looked over at me and I could see the questioning all in her eyes. “The bitches?”

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