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“Well, now he’s a dead bastard. You hungry?” “How can you eat after that, Deuce?” “’Cause a nigga is starving. Woody, call the crew to dispose of this bitch. We’re done for the night.”
“Damn,” Kerrion mumbled. Pops threw him a dirty look. “My bad.”
“I have plans tonight.” He shook his head. “I’m sure you can put off getting your dick sucked.” “It’s been a long day, Pop. I need more than getting my dick sucked.”
“I’ll be a fat ass. You make sure Maddie’s fine ass makes me a plate to go.” “I’ma beat yo’ ass if you keep looking at my woman.”
I walked toward the door and reached into my back pocket. 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.”
I smirked, deciding to be the asshole. “Do you want to fuck me?” She scoffed. “No!” “Really? That’s a first for me. I must be getting rusty.” “You’re an asshole.” “Big time.”
“Bye, Stanley.” I shot her a look that wiped the smirk off her face. 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 mean, I do have a harness. You sitting here with your ass hanging out is turning me on a little bit.” She reached over and slapped my thigh.
He had me looking at him like who the fuck is he and why he ain’t in my drawers yet.
Mace was right. I wanted her… bad. And I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to get her.
Awww, that’s so sweet, I thought. Immediately after I thought, Bitch, ain’t nothing about this man sweet. Stop being a fucking simp.
I tried to slide past him, but he moved quick for a big boy. There I was dipping and dodging him like we were running plays. “You getting tired?” I asked, faking left.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the crowd. As soon as we got close to them, Deuce snatched him away from me. He shook his head.
“You’re a creep, you know that?” I shrugged. “I might be a little unhinged.” “A little? You sat here with your gun out so other men wouldn’t look at us.”
She was addicting, and I felt the last loose screw come undone.
Behind her, I would become completely unhinged.
“Well, Deuce is a number, not a name.” “It’s what I will answer to.” “Well, how about Stan?” “Salima, you pushing it.”
“Well… I don’t agree with the way you do what you do, but I understand why you do it. Do you have kids?” “Hell no.” “Why do you have to say it like that? Kids are great.” “Kids are assholes.”
“You got a problem with me calling you baby? I’m not finna keep playing with you, Salima. I want you.”
“Tell her how much you like her, Deuce,” Maceo encouraged. “I mean, we all saw it.”
If she refused to settle for just a sexual relationship, maybe being her nigga wouldn’t be so bad.
“Pack you a bag. You’re coming home with me.” Just like that, I was sprung.
“Pool table.” I was mortified as his father smirked. I was stuck as Maceo came to hug me, but Deuce mushed him. “Back yo’ gossiping ass up,” he said.
“You know how you are. Deuce, is your mama coming today?” “I don’t know. She might be with her lil’ boyfriend.” His father frowned. “Boyfriend? Since when did a coffee date turn into her having a boyfriend?”
“Stanley, let your mama live!” his grandmother fussed. “She hasn’t dated anybody since your loose ass daddy.” “Now why I gotta be loose!” Mr. Dillinger exclaimed.
“Salima Marie Navarro… are you gonna be my ol’ lady or what?”
“Girl, you better suck that man’s dick so good his ancestors cum.”
“I did at first, but just kicking it with him the past couple of weeks, I realized we have a lot in common. Girl, even my ratchet ass daddy likes him.”
“What up, big trick,” Maceo said, slapping my hand with a grin.
“I love you. You’re my woman, and one of these days, you’re gonna be my wife. You okay with that?” I blushed as I nodded. “Yeah… I’m okay with that.” “Good, ’cause you ain’t really had a choice.” I laughed. “How did I not have a choice?” “Either you gon’ be with me, I’m gon’ be with you, or we gon’ be together.”
Every day, he sent me flowers with handwritten notes. He sent me texts, letting me know he loved me and he missed me.
“Bitch, you better not die before me. I’m turning your funeral out. I might even flip over the casket. Don’t play with me.”
“Ain’t no being alone. The fuck you think this is? I love you. You’re going through some emotional shit, and you want me to leave you alone? Fuck that.”
“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.”
I stood there speechless, unsure of how to respond. I basically broke up with him, and he told me no. How the fuck did that work?
“I miss you, mama. I know you going through some shit, but I can’t be away from you, Salima. I love you.”
“Oooo, bitch!” She jumped to her feet and clapped her hands. “Am I gonna be an auntie? If it’s a girl, you have to name her after me. Sharina Jr. Yes! I love that!”
She shook her head. “If you aren’t Senior’s son.” “I am nothing like your baby daddy.”
“I don’t want no nigga looking at your pretty ass pussy and getting any ideas. I’ll shoot his ass dead.”
“I’m cool with that. I wouldn’t mind a son or a daughter. You know you can’t give me just one, right?”
His face turned serious, and so did his tone. “You are my everything, baby.” “You’re my everything, too, Deucy.” “Watch me drop your ass on this floor.”
