Page 84 of Tangled Hearts
Christian kissed his teeth. “I hear you, Noir.”
“Nigga, I need you to feel me.”
A mischievous grin pulled the corners of his mouth up. “I can make that happen.” His large hand landed on the back of her neck, gripping it with just enough pressure to make her stomach flip.
Noir tried to slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me, bitch ass nigga.”
Knycole snickered.
“You really showing out… but if you need me to remind you who the fuck I am and how the fuck I give it up, I will.” Christian challenged Noir.
“I don’t need you to show me shit. But maybe I need to remind you who the fuckIam and how the fuckIgive it up,” Noir snapped back, hating her pussy for thumping.
Hov slid from the booth, allowing Knycole to do the same. “I’m about to remind y’all that we need to get out these people’s establishment before the police show up… niggas too embarrassing.” He looked down at Knycole. “You drove?”
“No.”
“And she’s riding with me because Christian got life fucked up if he thinks I’m going with him… nigga please,” Noir rolled her eyes with Christian’s hand still gripping her neck. “And get the fuck off me, for real.”
“Just let her go,” Hov spoke up.
“Mind your business, nigga.”
“Noir is my business. How many times I gotta tell you that?”
Knycole pulled Hov’s hand into hers like old times. Times that hadn’t been that long ago. “Just let her handle this.”
Hov glared down at Knycole, easing the tension in his shoulders when her thumb created gentle circles against his hand.
Christian’s soft brown pleading eyes bore into Noir. He was begging—some would say simping. “Just come talk to me, Noir… after all we been through you can’t give a nigga that?”
That really set Noir off, causing an even bigger scene. “Give you that?! Give you time to explain to me how you done broke my heart? Give you time to try to fuck your way back into my heart… time to hurt me again? Because one thing about niggas is when they hurt you once and you forgive them, that shit sits in the back of your mind while you waiting for him to do it again,” her voice cracked. “Give you time to do what exactly, Christian? Huh?”
“Umm…” the waitress whispered.
Noir swung her neck towards the woman. “Bitch I heard you!” She stomped away praying her tears didn’t fall. But her wants were futile in a time like this because she loved Christian. Saw her life with him forever. Now that dream was shattered.
Knycole took off after her. “Noir, wait up hoe.” She was shorter than Noir so she had to damn near run to catch up with her.
As they stepped outside, Knycole almost ran into the back of Noir as she just stood there, mouth gaped, blinking slowly. Sucking in a deep breath, she twisted her body to head back into the restaurant but Christian and Hov were already walking out.
She was so angry. All Noir could see was red and her hands started flying wildly. “Look at what your community dick having ass did!” she yelled, hitting Christian in his face. Her licks weren’t just open-handed slaps. Noir was giving him full on punches.
Hov tried to pull her away but Knycole stepped in. “Un uh, let her beat that nigga’s ass… look at her car!”
It was like everything moved quickly. Hov and Christian walked out without even looking at Noir’s car.
“This is your fault, nigga! Look at my car!”
“Chill!” Christian tried to cross her up to get away but Noir was on his ass.
She popped him in the eye. When she went to throw another punch, Hov yanked her back.
“Noir, you gotta stop before the police come… calm down. You want another car? I’ll buy you one,” Hov was back in the middle of them, arms tightly around Noir.
“Can you buy me a new heart too? Huh? Since you make everything better, buy me a new heart,” Noir sobbed into Hov’s chest. “Do me a solid.”
Hov’s eyes pierced into Christian who’s own eyes were already misting. “You can have mine, Noir… Knyc don’t want it.”
