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“Fix it before you get in this car, Nay. I don’t give a fuck what happened before I showed up. From this moment forward, you are only to feel good things. Shit that makes your lips stretch for your eyes and that heart of yours beat so hard against your chest that you think you need to see a cardiologist. I’m not accepting anything less and neither should you. So, fix your face. I’m here. Whatever it is, I’m going to make it better now.”
“Broken fingers are no fun. As a physician, please trust me on this. Touch her door, my nigga, and you’ll be forced to figure out how to straighten each one on your right hand as you wait for paramedics arrival.”
“I’d never give you the chance to hurt me twice.”
“Where the fuck you going, Nay?” “My God,” she called out, melting in my grasp. “May He be with you tonight.”
“I really don’t give a fuck what’s going on right now. When this shit is all said and done, Nay, we’re locked in,” he whispered, needing to get that off his chest. He was unable to hold it in a second longer.
“I’ma spin and spin and spin again until you get it through that thick ass skull of yours.”
“So, yes, I deserve your fine ass. Niggas haven’t and aren’t willing to put in the work I am to secure my spot. And furthermore, I’m not concerned with what the fuck they’re willing to do unless it’s lay down behind it because I’m willing to end a motherfucker ’bout you. I’m down bad and I ain’t afraid to admit it.”
“Your confusion has nothing to do with me, Nay. I’ve made it clear what I want, why I want it, how I want it, and when I want it. I’m a fucking man, not some boy, Nature. Especially not the boy I once was. I don’t have time for uncertainty. Make your fucking mind up.”
“Don’t run from this dick, Nay. Be a big girl. Take this motherfucker.”
“Good, now tell that nigga to quit texting your phone before I put him in the trunk of that bitch,” he grunted, pulling me down onto his chest where I rested my head. “Go to sleep.”
“You see me every day, Nature, but you don’t see a nigga, for real. You got ya guard up and shit. Not letting a nigga get at you like I want to. So, when I ask if you miss me, I mean, bend your ass over the console miss me. Arch your back, miss me. Get on all fours, miss me. Suck my dick, miss me. Spread them fucking legs and let me eat that shit, miss me. Sit on my face, miss me. Ride this dick, miss me.”
“Understand that I’ll knock a hundred niggas out if they’re standing in my path to you. So, if you want to save me my good hand, stick to what you know best, Nay. Me.”
“Listen, my nigga, it’s best you stay away from that one ’cause I’m pulling up every time ’bout it. That pussy there, it belongs to me and I’ma suck and fuck that motherfucker until the death of me. You feel me? Unless you ready to lay down ’bout it, then I suggest you keep it pushing, partner. These are problems you and any nigga you run with want to run from. Understand?”
“You a bitch, nigga,” Lawe whispered in my ear. “Handle this shit like a G, nigga. Stand up. Chin up! Bending over like you done dropped your fucking soap.”
