Page 96 of All The Smoke
He cut me off. “Come on, KK. Yo-you’re pregnant.” He stammered a little, looking down at my belly. “Just want you to be comfortable while you eat and we can talk while you do.”
Against my better judgment, I conceded and walked toward his car. He pulled the passenger door open and attempted to help me inside with his hand on my lower back, but I knocked his hand away and got in on my own.
Once inside, I tucked my phone inside my purse after sending Mo a message then opened my food container, basically moaning at the aroma.
“Damn, I miss that sound,” Jamal said, reminding me I was in his car.
“You gon’ forever miss it, nigga.” I rolled my eyes.
“Damn man, you always so fucking feisty.” He chuckled. “The heat good for you?”
“It’s fine.” His ass never cared if I was comfortable in his car before but now, all of a sudden, he wanted to make sure I was okay.
“Damn, man.” He ran a hand down his face. “So how far along are you?”
“Why?”
“I’m just asking, Kaori.”
Glancing his way briefly, I sighed and replied, “Six months.”
“Word.” He nodded. “And you’re sure that?—”
I cut him off. “This isn’t your baby, Jamal. You know I was not sleeping with you.”
“I know.” He sighed. “It’s just, I can’t believe you carrying another nigga’s baby, ya know.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “I just always thought it would be us.”
“How did you think that after cheating on me basically the whole relationship?”
“I don’t know, I just?—”
“You know what,” I cut him off, closing my box of food. “It doesn’t matter and I don’t need you to explain. I shouldn’t even be in this car with you right now. You had umpteen amounts of time to explain things and be around me but instead you treated me like shit the whole time.”
Reaching between my feet, I got ready to grab my purse so I could get out of his car, but there was a tap on the window. Looking to the left of me, my eyes stretched wide when I lockedeyes with Solomon who had just tapped the very visible gun on the window. Jamal’s dumb ass was so locked in on me he didn’t even realize someone was behind him.
“Baby…”
“Open the door.”
“The fuck?” Jamal turned quickly to see who was at his window and when he realized he leaned back toward me.
Scary ass.
“Open this fuckin’ door.” Solomon yanked on the handle but since it was locked, he was unsuccessful.
“Bruh, gon’ ‘head,” Jamal stated stupidly.
“Babe, this isn’t what you think,” I pleaded and he grinned right before he lifted the gun and smashed it through the window, sending shattered glass all over the place. Reaching through the window, he grabbed Jamal and dragged him out of it, not caring at all that the jagged pieces from the broken window were likely cutting him.
Once he had him outside, he commenced to whooping Jamal’s ass. Jamal was doing all he could to fight back and defend himself, but there was no use. He was clearly at a disadvantage. I watched in horror when Solomon began to pistol whip him. Jamal was pleading with him to stop, but he didn’t until the gun went off. I was unsure whether or not he shot him or worse, someone else. Running over, I grabbed Solomon’s arm and tugged him in my direction.
“Solomon, what the fuck!”
“Let’s go,” he huffed, sticking the gun in the small of his back then grabbing my hand, leading us in the opposite direction.
“Wait.” I tried pulling away, but he wasn’t having it. His grip tightened, not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know he had no plans of releasing me. “Baby, he’s just lying there. What if he’s dead?”
“You want to die with him?” he growled in my face after stopping abruptly.
