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Above the fireplace was the family crest and motto. “Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance is an act of justice.”
This damn girl took cover behind the couch. “Please don’t shoot!” “Woman, nobody’s gonna shoot you. Get your ass up off the floor.”
Nobody called me fucking Stanley but my mama, and I hated that shit. I loved my pops, but I couldn’t rock with his name. Whoever heard of a thug named Stanley?
I was never the type to tell people all of my business. Most bitches and niggas were trifling, but I always had a friend in me.
“Ain’t nobody worried about him. I have a gun, I have bullets, and if he wants one, he can have it.”
“Preferences are like elbows and assholes. Everybody has one. Bye, Stanley.”
“Is it crack? Are you smoking that good shit? It’s that or you rode that short yellow bus to school.”
“So, you get off on playing God?” “God? No. Judge, jury, and executioner… maybe.”
“Then we will just be two shooting muthafuckas ’cause I’m bussin’ back.”
“I might be a little unhinged.”
She was addicting, and I felt the last loose screw come undone. Behind her, I would become completely unhinged.
Yeah, chasing her was going to fulfill all of my thrills.
“Don’t get a nigga fucked up out there.”
I suggest you all put as much effort into doing your jobs as you do talking about me. Worrying about my pussy ain’t gon’ make you no money.”
“Nah, I’m about to make him a slut. Once I hit him with that ‘Why you sitting all the way over there’ line, he’s mine. Alexa, play ‘Slut Him Out’ by Baby Tate.”
If I thought eating her pussy had me staking a claim, being inside her would have me putting a bullet in a nigga over her.
As I watched her panting heavily, I thought to myself, that’s wifey, right there. She let me sample that pussy, and there was no way she was getting rid of me now. “Pack you a bag. You’re coming home with me.” Just like that, I was sprung.
“I’m just saying. He’s being very husband like right now. A new car in your name and he paid off your mama’s house and medical bills? Marry me, please.”
“I love you. You’re my woman, and one of these days, you’re gonna be my wife. You okay with that?”
“Either you gon’ be with me, I’m gon’ be with you, or we gon’ be together.”
Before I could stop her, she grabbed it and shot him point blank in the head.
“I love you and you love me. We can be Barney and the gang, or we can be Freddy versus Jason ’round this muthafucka, but you can’t get rid of me. Now, I have some business to attend to today. When I get back, I’m gonna cook a nice meal for you and your mama, and we are gonna eat dinner like the family we are.”
Damn, I might be more than a little crazy, I thought to myself.
“Even if I want to choke slam you sometimes, I wouldn’t want you to be anybody else, Deucy.”
“You know I’m not a romantic ass man. You know I don’t do the sentimental shit, so I’m gonna come straight out with it. I love you. You’re carrying my firstborn, and I’m not trying to see you with anybody else, ’cause you know what’s coming for them.”
If your nigga wasn’t a little fool over you, was he really your nigga?
