Page 43 of Welcome to the Table
The elevator stopped on her floor, and she stepped off first with the nigga behind her. I slid my foot in front of his, causing the nigga to damn near topple over her and fall, but I yanked him back by his shirt to prevent her from falling.
“What the fuck you doing, nigga?!” He turned around and looked at me. My blade was out in seconds.
“I ain’t yo’ nigga, and I’m doing what the fuck I wanna do. See a bitch nigga, yank a bitch nigga, and that’s what I did. I own this fucking building and everything in it,” I told him, putting my blade at my side.
Raven had looked at me with fright in her eyes, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to know who the fuck this nigga was and why he was going with her into her apartment. She pulled the unknown nigga from my grasp and stood in my personal space with the elevator door still open.
“Don’t you ever disrespect my fucking guest like that. If you wanna know something, then you come to the fucking source, and I will tell you. But since you wanna show yo’ ass, I ain’t telling you shit. That fucking knife don’t scare nobody, and I’m too fucking old to be playing games with a lil boy. Nigga, keep guessing, and fuck you.”
That lil boy shit stung through my veins like a bad batch of heroin. I was fucking livid, but what the fuck could I say? Shewas right. She wasn’t mine, but something had me gravitating toward her. She stepped out of the elevator with the nigga, and the doors closed, taking me to the top floor.
When I stepped off the elevator, I took my vest off and threw that bitch across the room along with my blade and knife. My nerves were shot to hell. For the first time in my life, I felt jealousy. I was jealous over a bitch who wasn’t even mine. I didn’t know what the pussy tasted like, but a nigga was curious. She had me thinking, and I didn’t like that. I rubbed my hands through my dreads, losing my fucking mind. I walked to my bar and pulled four shot glasses and my Don Julio. I poured the four shots and went to my cabinet, where I kept my pre-rolled blunts, and took two out.
She had my head fucked up, and I couldn’t understand why. I thought to call one of my stand-by bitches and have her come top me off, but I wouldn’t even be into the shit because my thoughts would be of her, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I tossed the four shots back, and it went down smooth. Then I lit my blunt and fell back on the couch. I pulled my burner phone out and went through my contacts to see who I could call for some sloppy toppy, but decided against it. I didn’t want a bitch to know where I laid my head. I faced my blunt as my thoughts started to calm just a little, but I wasn’t high enough to not go to her door and kill the nigga who was with her.
After my blunt was gone, I got up and staggered to my shower. My shit had five shower heads, and I needed all of them at that point. I turned the water on with all hot water while I stepped out of my clothes. I got in the shower as my thoughts went back to Raven. The thought of that nigga touching and kissing her made my blood boil. To think that he was possibly fucking her and giving her everything that I could give her times one hundred had me about to lose my fucking mind.
I started to see red, and not the color, but blood. After washing myself quick as fuck, I hopped out of the shower and threw on my boxers, a pair of joggers, and a T-shirt. I grabbed my J’s and slipped them on my feet. Then, I lifted my mattress and leaned it against the wall. The entire bottom of my bed was a safe full of different knives and blades. I punched my code in, and the entire bed board opened.
My collection was beautiful, thanks to Athena. Every time she thought about a knife, she bought it for me. It wasn’t typical shit either. She had connections outside the United States, so some of my knives came from Japan, China, and even Korea. I didn’t ask questions, but I loved and cherished every one she got me. I looked around at all of them, and my dick got hard just thinking about slicing that nigga’s throat. My knife of choice was my Japanese Tanto blade because it was small and sharp as fuck. He wouldn’t know he was sliced until he took his last breath.
I pulled my dreads into a ponytail because they were still wet and made my way to the elevator. I tucked my knife in my waistband when I stepped off on her floor and walked to her door. She didn’t know that I knew where she lived, but I knew everything about this building. I put my finger over the peephole and knocked on the door.
I couldn’t explain the hold she had on me, but it was there. Or maybe it was because she was just on my dick earlier, and now she was with another nigga in her crib. My arrogance is what brought me to her door, and it was too late to turn back.
Bang bang bang
The third time was just for good measure. I didn’t hear shit. I put my ear to the door and heard music playing, but no movement. My head was about to blow into orbit. She was playing fucking music. The type of music that you slow fucked and made babies to. I listened closer like a creep and realized what the fuck was playing.
Just to get my attention.
Sent a note and a drink
When we made our connection
She just nodded and winked.
On this note, it said
It’s ‘bout time we get together.
Let's dance now, hook up later.
We can do whatever
She had confidence
It’s all part of the game.
‘Cause to her, who I’m with
Don’t really mean a thing.
She knew just what I liked.
And now I’m thirsty for more.
