Page 12 of Can't Stop the Love of A Boss

“Brothers don’t try to get with the woman you love. Fuck that nigga. He calling me a bitch, but he’s the bitch. Lawrynn supposed to be off fucking limits, and you know it,” Pain said.

The more he thought about the fact that his so-called best friend was trying to fight him over Lawrynn. he got pissed all over again. This was his best fucking friend. How could Murder feel like the shit he did was right? Pain knew he had done some fucked up shit in his day, but he would never do this to Murder.

“Why her of all the chicks you could get with? Why the fuck it have to be her?” Pain barked.

“You already know why. I told you what the deal was, you told me to shoot my fucking shot, remember? Now you wanna act all big mad and shit because I’m wifing her. She was too good for your ass in the first damn place. Just be glad I didn’t swoop in and take her off your hands when I first met her,” Murder argued back.

“That’s fucked up, and you know it,” Pain replied.

“Not as fucked up as the shit you put her through. Just let the shit go, man,” Murder told him.

“Fuck you, I ain’t letting shit go. You gonna let her come between us like this? You’re my fucking brother,” Pain said.

“She’s not doing shit. It’s all you doing this. You’ve got a hoe to go home to. Leave me and my lady alone. I don’t want to go to war with you, but make no mistake about it. Over Law Baby, I’ll go toe to toe with Zeus, God, Pharaoh, Moses, and the devil. What’s your next move?” Murder said to Pain before walking away.

Pain knew he should probably leave all this shit alone. He was the one who didn’t love Lawrynn the right way when he had her. Thinking about the baby he had on the way with Lawrynn’s cousin, he realized that he was the one who fucked up. Not only did he lose the woman he loved, but he was on the verge of losing his closest friend as well.

Chapter 8

Lawrynn was so pissed she could feel the heat emitting from her skin. She could honestly say that until now, she thought that Murder actually wanted her with no ill intentions. After that phone call, she was felt like a pawn in a dumb ass beef between two guys. Just when she was starting to like Murder, this had to happen. She blocked his cell number and the number to the barbershop that he sometimes called her from. Deciding right then that maybe it was best if she stayed single, she took a few Tylenol for her headache before getting ready for her date tonight. Hopefully, her date wouldn’t make her think any worse of men than she already did.

Looking at the clock, Lawrynn knew she had to get ready for her date. She said a silent prayer for her night to go smoothly before she got in the shower. The heat of the water helped her mind relax. She didn’t understand why Murder keeping her on speaker phone for Pain to hear bothered her so much. Not wanting to keep thinking about them or whatever ‘whose dick is bigger contest’ that they had going on, she ignored her thoughts of both men. Just as she was walking into her bedroom, her phone rang.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Lawrynn, I have to cancel our date tonight,” Roy, her intended date told her. She could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Roy, are you alright? You sound funny,” she told him.

“He’s nervous because my gun is in his face. What the fuck you blocking me for?” she heard Murder ask.

“What the hell are you doing with Roy?”

“I had to call you from some damn where since you wanna block my ass. Unblock my number Lawrynn,” Murder told her.

“What did you do to him? How the hell do you even know him? Is he one of your friends? Did you pay him to take me out, Maurice?” she asked quickly.

“Slow ya words down. No, I don’t know his ass. What the hell I look like knowing his lame ass? I ain’t answering all that other shit. But, for real though, why do you even feel like I would have to pay somebody to take you on a date? I keep telling you those other niggas you were dealing with are just hoes looking for any and every pussy to fall into. Them cheating has nothing to do with you. You’re fucking perfect,” Murder told her.

“How do you know where Roy lives?” she asked.

“More fucking questions, man. Okay, look, when you told me about the date, I found who he was and had him checked out. I couldn’t have you going out with a killer or a sex trade scouter, or even somebody’s husband. I had to make sure he was on the up and up,” Murder said.

“I don’t understand you. Why go through all of this just to say you bagged your best friend’s ex?”

“He don’t have shit to do with none of what we have going on. You really think I’m doing all this behind some petty bullshit? I’m doing this for one reason, and one reason only. I want you, and only you. I’ve waited long enough to explore what we could have. That little bit of time I held you in my arms ruined me for all the other bitches out here,” Murder told her.

“Maurice, what are you talking about? You’ve never held me,” she said, sounding confused. She didn’t remember meeting Murder before Pain, so what was he talking about?

“That’s why you don’t need to drink when you go out. Do you remember the night at the club when we first met?” He asked. When she didn’t reply, he continued. “Before Pain saw you, you were on the dance floor alone until a guy came up behind you. Y’all danced for a few songs back to back. He told you that you smelled…”

“Delicious,” she said before he could. “That was you?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Why didn’t you sa

y anything before now?”

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