Page 47 of Suleem and Yahzi
“I’ll bring it by the shop. We got this. Go get your girl ’cause she looks like she got some work for you.”
I tossed my chin, brushed a hand down my face, and yanked at my beard before I dug in my pocket and removed the keys for my car. “Bring this by the crib later. I’m ’bout to ride with her.”
He took it and smirked. “You sure ’bout that?”
I grunted because I was sure she had other thoughts about fucking with me at the moment but I was about to handle this right now or else her ass was gonna be running again and that wasn’t an option.
“You good?” I asked Kassir who pushed Riq away from him and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m straight.” He pointed to Mano. “Y’all get that nigga out of here and hold him until I calm the fuck down so I don’t have to go back on my word to Ro.”
“Keep my brother breathing…”
The look he delivered communicated exactly what my mind was already processing. Mano had crossed a line. There was no saving him from the disrespect he refused to not give. Kassir turned and walked away, about to deal with the same shit I was gonna be stuck in the middle of based on the way Rebel had eyes on him. It wasn’t until then that I realized Kassan was with her.
I headed to Yahzi and felt her anger heavy as hell. “Get in, I’m driving.”
She just glared at me but didn’t move or speak, so I stepped to her and decided to let her get that shit off her chest. Regardless of how she felt about what just went down, we were in this shit. I was more than willing to acknowledge her feelings because she deserved that much since I was the reason for the stress on her at the moment.
“You cool?”
Her little ass hand met my cheek. That shit stung like a bitch but I let her have it. She also knew better than to push thingstoo far because she grilled the fuck out of me for a second longer then took her ass to the passenger side of the Jeep, got in, and slammed the door.
I ran my tongue over the inside of my bottom lip. My mouth tasted like blood from where her blow created a cut from the diamond on my grill. I spit that shit out and got in the Jeep.
There was an easy fix to all this. The minute my dick was stretching her wide and digging in them guts, any ill feelings she had toward me would no longer hold any weight. My method had adjusted her attitude plenty of times in the past but I didn’t want to fuck her into accepting that cradle to the casket meant just that. I needed Yahzi to know that there were some things about me that, although now somewhat tamed, would forever have the potential to surface if the situation called for it.
I was gang. That shit was in me, on me, and forever a part of me. I couldn’t separate myself from this shit nor did I truly want to. My safety and wellbeing were connected to this life ,which meant by default, hers was too. She didn’t understand how serious it was or how deep this shit ran. That was cool though. I would be her understanding because stepping away from DP put her life in just as much danger as me remaining vigilant about the connection I had to my brothers. The letters inked on my skin and the gangster in my heart kept niggas at bay. She was untouchable because I was DP.
Yahzi didn’t say shit to me and I was cool. This was how she moved. Regardless of the emotion, when her feelings were heavy, she shut down until she was ready to come for my neck. If she wanted to argue, I would let her be center stage but I’d rather do that shit at the crib so I could fuck some forgiveness into her after she popped her shit.
Fifteen minutes later I pulled up at my building and parked but turned to her instead of getting out.
“Run that shit.”
She swung her eyes to me and scoffed before she hopped her pretty ass out of my Jeep for the second time and slammed the door. Wouldn’t be a gotdamn third. I got out and met her at the elevator because she was already inside the building by the time I got to her. As soon as the door opened, she stepped inside and pressed three. I laughed arrogantly under my breath, already knowing what that was about. She wasn’t fucking with me and was about to go chill at my aunt’s place.
I kept quiet until we reached the third floor where we both got off and I grabbed her arm and yanked her into me before I walked her back until she met the wall. I blocked her body with mine so she couldn’t dip around me.
“You’re mad. I get that and you have the right to feel how you feel. Just please don’t get shit fucked up. You want space, you got that. Right there in that apartment. I’m going upstairs to smoke and when you’re ready to tell me what’s on your mind we can talk that shit out.”
I gripped her chin and dropped a kiss to her mouth before I got my ass back on the elevator with the doors closing just before my aunt opened hers and let Yahzi inside. I knew how this was going down. My aunt would listen, let her vent, then send her upstairs. One thing we both agreed on was our lives were better with Yahzi in them. Mostly because my aunt didn’t have to deal with my disgruntled ass as long as my baby was around. Like it or not, there was no more fucking running.
Chapter 11
Yahzi
As soon as she closed the door, Aunt Mae’s hands were on her hips as she stared at me. “What did he do?”
Mae knew her nephew. There was no hiding the man he had become. She was his mother but the streets were his father figure. They groomed him to be a menace with a heart of gold which loved hard and fierce. He never tried to hide from the choices he made but I also wouldn’t be the one who hand delivered the intimate details of how he’d pistol whipped a man in the park today.
“Nothing.”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Nothingdoesn’t have you here with me instead of upstairs with him. Let me get us a shot, something strong because it sounds like you need it to loosen up them tight ass lips of yours.”
I grinned while Mae left me in the living room, heading to the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of tequila and two glass tumblers. She filled the bottom of both and handed me one, taking the other for herself. I was about to sit down but she shook her head. “You know I love you but I gotta make this quick. I have plans that don’t include that weak ass attitude you have right now over whatever the hell he did.”
I laughed, watching as she tossed her shot back then stared, waiting for me to talk.
