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“Kaori, I’m not a nigga that be playing games and shit. I’m serious as fuck about the people I love and I always go too fuckin’ far when it involves them…”
“I see that now,” I mumbled. “Jamal’s body stretched out on the pavement proves that. Is he dead?”
“Naw, that bitch ass nigga ain’t dead.” He frowned. “But he will be if y’all end up in the same vicinity again. I’m too obsessive and jealous for that shit.”
“You don’t have to be.” I smiled. “I don’t want Jamal at all, baby. I only want you.”
“I’m knowing, but we still have to establish some boundaries and shit, because again, I will kill that nigga, and any other nigga that be in ya fuckin’ space, for that matter.”
“It won’t happen again.” I leaned in and kissed his lips. Thankfully he reciprocated.
“Naw.” He pulled back when I got a little handsy then tried to deepen the kiss and grabbed my plate of food. “This ain’t that and you said you were hungry.”
My brows furrowed. “This ain’t that?”
He smirked. “Naw. No dick for you, mama.”
He stood with me in his lap then had me take his place in the chair.
“Solomon…”
“You’ll think about that next time you get ya little ass in another nigga’s whip.”
Leaning in, he pecked my lips gently before turning to leave. He didn’t just leave me in the kitchen at the table though. He actually left my house altogether.
17
Smoke.
The sound of someone damn near beating my door down jarred me from my sleep and had me snatching my gun from under my pillow before stalking to it. Whoever it was didn’t stop the assault on my front door until I snatched the shit open and pushed my gun into their face.
“Really, nigga?!” Bri snapped, bypassing me into my place. “A custody hearing?” She had papers crumpled up in her hands as she went off. “You’re trying to take my fucking son?”
“Naw, I’m not.” I shook my head, pushing my gun into my waist band then shutting the front door.
“Then why the fuck did I just get served with these papers?” She tossed them at me. “I had fucking company at my house. Do you know how fucking embarrassing this was?”
“Shit, just as embarrassing as it was to find out you was showing pussy online for fifty duckets or you be sucking niggas off in the men’s restroom in the club, or shit, I got one better, finding out you were fuckin’ my homeboy in the middle of the club.”
“Oh, get over it, nigga,” she spat. “None of that shit isyourfucking business and Scoot was just a casualty of war. Let it the fuck go.”
“I have let it go,” I stated, pushing my hands into the pockets of my ball shorts out of fear that I would choke the life out of her mothafuckin’ ass if not.
“I can’t tell,” she snapped. “You’re that in your feelings that you’ll try and takemymothafuckin’ baby from me and…” She paused momentarily and looked past me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know she was looking at Kaori. I smelled the fruity scent of whatever the fuck she had on before she even got in the room. “That’s why.” She pointed. “That’s fucking why you’re trying to take my baby. You want to play family with her mothafuckin’ ass.”
She lost her fucking mind and began to walk in Kaori’s direction so I grabbed her by her arm and pushed her back.
“Chill the fuck out,” I warned.
“Don’t tell her ass nothing,” Kaori said from the kitchen.
“Bae, go back in the room,” I tossed over my shoulder.
“I wish I would,” she fired back, entering the room and falling down on the couch.
“Baby,” I sighed. “That wasn’t a question.”
Scoffing, she got her spoiled ass up and stomped toward the back of the house and I heard my bedroom slam shortly after. Her little ass was so temperamental and always throwing tantrums when she didn’t get her way, but I would deal with that later.
