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“Never. I ain’t never letting yo’ ass go. Thought you would’ve caught onto that shit by now. And you bet’ not fucking leave me.”
“Don’t leave me, Couture. All this money I’m making, all these hit songs I’m dropping, all these blessings God have brought to a nigga don’t mean shit without you. Don’t leave me. I need you. I love the fuck out of you, but I need you.”
“You did, and I got my shit together. For seven fucking years, I had my shit together. I didn’t so much as text another female, flirt, none of that shit!” I used my hands to speak, animated and angry as fuck that Couture gave me no fucking credit. “Seven years. I cut out the bullshit cold turkey, and I was fine with it because I loved her ass.”
“Expensive to most but not to a soon to be high-powered lawyer and a chart-topping rapper who doesn’t spend frivolously.” Lisara and I had a stare down as I tried to think of a rebuttal. She was killing me here, and I was the damn lawyer.
“That’s what you want? To marry a nigga who got you begging another nigga for dick?” I laughed. “I told you, princess, if I hit the pussy, I’m taking it home. I’m stingy as fuck.”
“And don’t think my career will suffer for it. I been prepared to play the suffering and grieving boyfriend/fiancé.” I smiled, loving the horror in Kéa’s eyes as my words sunk in. “Cool. Have a good day at work.” I kissed her forehead, not missing how rigid she was out of fear, before bouncing. Stupid ass.
Damn
He nodded, eyes landing on me and making me freeze. When he gave me that cocky smile, the one I was so familiar with, my face betrayed me by returning the gesture.
“Man, rule number one: Never tell niggas how good yo’ bitch pussy is.” Steph shook his head.
“Yeah, because I don’t love niggas who don’t love me, Kéa. You should try it. Now come on.” He switched off as if he had the hips to do so.
“Now that we done with the business, let’s get to the pleasure.” Melly waved me over.
I fucking knew it!
“Shit is hilarious how quiet you wannabe tough niggas get when you feel some steel, huh?” I watched him, hoping he said something, but his rather intelligent ass kept quiet, only grunting and frowning to let a nigga know he didn’t like the position I had him in. “Now don’t think I ain’t crazy enough about my baby to blow ya muthafuckin’ brains through the top of ya head, bruh. ’Cause I am. Always have been. If anything happens to Couture because you hating or can’t accept that she never fucked with you and only used you to stop thinking about a nigga for as long as she could, I’m gon’ smoke
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Hopefully, this wouldn’t be my last time working with these niggas, but I would do anything, lose anything, and regret nothing for my fucking wife, my princess.
“I don’t approve of mother and daughter fighting, but she had no business slapping you because you got married.
“Good.” She chuckled. “Now, who won?”
🤣🤣🤣
“You got it, baby. Fuck. I’m obsessed with this pussy.” He moved in a circular motion while so deep inside of me I thought his dick would come through my mouth. “Look how good you taking that dick.”
“I suggest y’all get to figuring something out as soon as this afternoon, ’cause me and my girl gon’ be out again today,” was all he said.
Gotta love Khari 😂
“My love for you will never be some spontaneous shit. That’s gon’ be the one fucking predictable thing about me. That shit is fixed, unwavering, won’t ever change.”
“We not the same type of niggas, meaning you can’t show up where my woman lives, works, no fucking where. You think you about to pull a me on me, and all it’s gon’ do is get you lit the fuck up.”
“I just wanna say that—” Her sentence was cut off when I punched her ass right in the nose. Popping her head back up and cupping her bleeding nose, she screeched. “What was that for?”
Tonight, Khari had an appearance, and I planned to show up and kick it with my baby daddy. I couldn’t see his little lawyer bae being there, so I wasn’t even worried about her. She looked like she covered her ears when songs said the word ‘nigga’.
Whew the delusion 😂
“You can’t be fucking serious, Marley.” Monica laughed. “She’s been with him since high school. She definitely listens to rap and most likely knows all his songs.”
Like girl BFFR!!
I appreciated Couture’s faith in a nigga, though. Not once had she questioned my plans or how I was gon’ help her out. She took my fucking word for it, and as a black man, that meant more than a lot of muthafuckas knew.
Wasting no time and keeping a certain amount of distance, I let off kill shots one by one, hitting Adryana Lewis first, then her husband, and Gene then his wife. Leland hopped up to rush away, so I lit his ass up from behind before he could make it out of the emergency exit. I heard Lequay shoot a couple times, and since he and I were back to back, I couldn’t see who it was. But I knew it was someone trying to play hero.
Damn I can’t believe they ran up in there and sprayed they ass 🫢🫣
I hated how much time we lost with one another over my foolish ass thoughts. But at the same time, distance made the heart grow fonder.
Moments like this, I thanked God for Prime’s meddling ass and the shooting he made us do out in the woods for hours on end. I might not have been alive otherwise.
Couture’s head fell back in laughter, causing me to admire the sight and the sound. That sound was like a fucking warm blanket in a blizzard.
In hindsight, I was thankful that I had waited for him, even through the times I shouldn’t have. But I was grateful that when it mattered, he’d waited too. As Khari’s song said, there was nothing like a love that would wait for you.
