Page 45 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
Kirk’s head rolled in a full circle. “Wha-where am I?”
“Hell, if you don’t pray,” I gritted as I began to circle him.
Clap! Clap!
Chevy started. “Yeah!That’s right, Monfua, get in motion.”
I was mad as fuck. I was mad because I knew I had to handle this nigga. I was mad because the part of me that was enjoying this was slowly emerging. This was the part of me I had tried to suppress, the part of me I wanted to change. The part of me that felt guilty to step into a career to be a hero to a city in which I’m part of the reason for some of its demise.
I cracked my fist, and before I knew it, I jabbed Kirk in his ribs. “Why are you following her!” I yelled.
Chevy came off the table as he growled. “Is she worth it?”
Was Sukalati worth it?I thought. The image of her crying because she wanted to be loved entered my brain. “Yes,” I gritted as my breathing picked up.
“Is she loyal to the fucking Zoo?” Chevy then asked. “Is she worth killing over?” he added.
He kept going, fueling me. I was becoming a wild animal by the second. A wolf, lurking in the forest until I saw my prey. The wolf whose dark eyes rested on what he was ready to devour because of his thirst for blood, to kill, to show his pack that he was about that life. The flashes of her popped in and out of my head like a whack-a-mole. Kirk’s head slowly lifted. “She only married you to make me jealous. Lakia—”
Jab. Jab. Jab.
“Maybe she did. But guess what nigga. She’s been bed rocked. She’s a fucking Layoni. She is my fucking wife!” I roared.
Jab. Jab. Jab.
I snatched the gun from the table, put the clip in, and cocked it back. My mouth curled, my nose flared. My head flew back, my hair swung,“Ou, ou, ouuuu!”I howled.
“Grrr. Grrr.”Chevy growled.
“Clap! Clap!
Chevy started, “One, two, my nigga coming for you!” he taunted Kirk as he circled him. “Three, four, you should’ve locked your door!”
Clap!
I joined him. “Five, six, I came to shake up shit!”
Jab!
“Seven, eight, nigga you’re dying today!” Chevy hissed!
I stood in front of Kirk as he eyed me. “Nine, ten, I’m Lakia’s husband!” I shouted.
Kirk’s eyes bounced between us. “What’s going on. What type of shit is this? You can’t just go around threatening to kill people.”
Jab.
“You a broke nigga? You need someone to take care of you? Is that what you want with her? You want her because she’s young?”
“I-I-I.”
“You-you-you what!” Chevy shouted. “Shit, better him than her brother. You would have been dead. Fuck you here for!”
“I need money!” He shouted. “She’s the reason I lost my job, and she was kicked out of school.”
I turned to Chevy and laughed. “So, you were going to use her. Swoon her into giving you money, then dog her out. Got it.”
I turned to Chevy one last time. “Is she worth it?” Chevy stopped circling him and asked me.
