Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

I had gotten several UTIs from Cedric not allowing me out of his hold to go pee, but not right now.

Girl wtfff

I’d never been happier that she didn’t listen to my ass and stay with her bum of an ex.

No really cause you was on one

I couldn’t reply because I didn’t have a lawyer yet, I’d only requested one, but I didn’t expect one to show up so soon.

Girl you already know its bashar

“I don’t have this kind of money,”

I know you a little on the slow side but please dont pmo

“Aight. So right now, Cedric is still alive.”

Damn

“Am I not yo’ brother?”

No seriously but im going to let you slide becase i know you got battered women syndrome

“Okay, I get why not before, when I was with Jarrio, but you know Bashar and not just him, but how his family is.

Literally and you acting like you dont have asif checking for you

“They are your family, baby girl. Bashar is your husband. His job is to protect you and your children, not your older sister. I am not the Compton’s/St. Thomas’ problem. I had to get out of this shit on my own, and I did it in a way I saw fit.”

That pride a mf aint it

“The defendant’s bail will be set in the amount of one million dollars.”

Wtf he ain’t even dead

“Hey, Jacinta.” I tugged on her arm, and when she turned to look my way, her surprised expression quickly turned to one of annoyance.

She gotta be fucking Cedric

“I didn’t want to have to tell you in this way, but me and Cedric have been messing around for a while now. In fact, this is his baby.”

I knew it

I found it funny, though, that the dynamic he claimed we had sounded an awful lot like some people named Bashar and Nixi.

He ain’t even creative

Unable to control myself, I hit her in the face.

Hit her again

“Bitch, keep talking, and I will show you crazy!”

PLEASE DO

“Next time you need to take a muthafucka out though, holla at me.”

And he mean it too

“You will be free. Bashar is gonna make sure of it. He’s the best you could get.”

Literally

Secondly, how did he even know where my mother lived?

Why are you acting like you don’t be at some of the Compton/st Thomas events girl

“Sit down, please, love.”

Analicia was gonna get a punch to the throat for all her fucking meddling.

She tryna put you on game

“Will I have security? If patients can get crazy, I know them niggas you’re working with can.”

Baby HES your security

“I feel you. I just had to ask ’cause you came off a little territorial back in there. You not usually jealous or the type to give a fuck about a bitch, though, so I don’t know why I asked.”

Watch them b words

If I didn’t say shit, by next week, my pops would be asking me if I was fucking Anastazia. I wanted to, but I wasn’t and wouldn’t.

He gone ask anyways

“You may not pay attention to them, but you pay enough attention to a nigga

“I get you, but I wasn’t asking for permission or approval. I was letting you know. If that nigga wakes up and come knocking, it’s gon’ be the last time he knock on any fucking thing.”

“Nah, only woman I’m worried about defending, outside of family, is you.”

Anastazia might not have been in the mood for a new nigga, but she was about to get one.

“Finders keepers, muthafucka.”

“How ’bout you walk off while you still can, nigga. ’Cause if I have to put hands on you, then I gotta shoot you, and I don’t think getting bodied is worth a woman you never gon’ have. But you let me know.”

“I gotta make sure you ain’t out here looking for a man, love, so don’t thank me.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, just as the waiter brought my food. “Why can’t I be looking for a man? After what I endured, I deserve it.” “Because when you start looking, yo’ eyes need to land on me.”

“So you ready to play step daddy?” “That’s already in a nigga’s blood. You forgot? I was put on earth to be a step daddy.” He smiled and I chortled, thinking of Lisara. “But I don’t play no roles, love. I live in the shit, show other muthafuckas how it’s done. That was supposed to be my baby anyway.” “I didn’t know you when she was created.” I hated myself for cheesing at this shit he was laying down, but I couldn’t help it. “Now you do. You bet not have another fucking baby that ain’t carrying my DNA.”

“I’m gon’ put it to you like this though: Either you fucking with me or you single.” He shrugged subtly and nonchalantly.

“He ain’t being nice, love. He trying to be ya man, and I’m not having the shit. Like I said, when you in the market for a new nigga, I want you having tunnel vision, with me at the end of that muthafucka. Plus, only bodyguard you need is me.

“Nah, you can wear mine when you earn it.”

“Don’t get no ideas, nigga. She spoken for,”

“None of your business. You focus on Cedric and where he’s going, which isn’t far since he’s in a coma,”

“I wish I was a murderer, but unfortunately, he lived.”

“You! Thirsty ass! Why the fuck you all in his face when you know what’s up with me and him?”

Girl you dont evn know whats up with you and him

“Don’t worry about what the fuck I’m gon’ do. Just know you can’t. Not you nor any of these other niggas.”

“I only give a fuck about the fact that you can’t seem to understand that I don’t give a fuck.

Damn

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. I was just curious because you never mention her, and Analicia didn’t know. No one ever mentions her.”

Cause she ain’t mentionable

“Asif, I didn’t call to fight with you, baby, or upset you. I miss you. It is so weird hearing you with this deep voice.”

Girl you never even liked him

When the fuck did you even start caring about me?”

Literally

“I don’t care what that nigga always does. It’s a new muthafuckin’ sheriff in town, and if he keep on, he gon’ be in that church for a whole nother reason.”

“Hi, baby.” Cedric’s voice rattled me from within.

Hell no

“A relationship, Asif. I know you have Lisara, assuming Chianti is still with her…”

Girl dont assume shit you know damn well he is

“I just left eating with ya baby mama.” “Stop calling her that shit, Sif.” “Ain’t that what she is?” I grinned, knowing it fucked with him. “More like a host or some shit, ’cause she was never a mother.” He

“Hey, you have a visitor here by the name of Milan Fellows. Should I send her back?”

She better not be tryna come up there saying she pregnant

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Me neither

“Shit.” I covered my face, remembering I never picked her up from school.

Girl I KNEW aint shit changed with you

Lisara had a damn rapper, actor, basketball player, and footballer for a son, not to mention that highfalutin ass lawyer,

I know she definitely did her big one