Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

He’s a good man, and I knew he was, which is why when you first started complaining about him, I sought him out, and we’ve been together ever since.”

Girl what?! Who in their right mind tries to find the man that their so-called friend is claiming is abusing them, and then starts sleeping with that man 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

“This muthafucka wanna be Prime so bad he even limping like that nigga,” Cemone called out, and when my sister and I glanced back, we saw Lequay walking up, looking as if he’d injured his ankle. The whole backyard broke out into laughter at Cemone’s comment, and even though Lequay tried to remain stoic, I could see the smile hiding in his face as even his wife guffawed. “Nigga, I hurt my ankle. Fuck you.” Lequay flipped his brother off before slapping hands and leaning down to hug him then Yolani. “Nigga even trying to come up with a reason to get an amputation,” Khari stated, and the laughter continued, Lequay mocking them with a face.

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When I noticed he was waiting for me to join him, I hesitated. This couch wasn’t the biggest, and it felt wrong for me to be here with him alone and sitting this closely. So I opted to stand. “Sit down, Stazi.” “I’m fine. I need to stand.” “Why?” “Because I’ve been sitting down too much today already and need to stretch my legs.” His face lit up cutely as he chuckled a bit, sinking into the couch and throwing his arm along the back. “Sit down, please, love.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, something I had begun to look forward to whenever in his presence.

Lawdddddddddd! He’s too young for me BUT GOODNESS 😮‍💨

Women require too much attention and dedication, even when you just fucking ’em, and I’m not in the mood to be questioned about my day when I just got home from a muthafuckin’ shoot-out.” My brothers roared with laughter, especially Lequay because he understood that life. “Real shit. Sometimes I just need you to walk up to me, smile but don’t speak, then get on your knees so I can relax,” Shakur said, and I reached across to slap his hand in agreement as Lequay and Unique chuckled and nodded.

She kept the door cracked, only allowing me to see her head as if I hadn’t been inside her mama’s house before. My jealous ass mind immediately went to wondering if she was hiding a nigga in there, and I knew right then me continuing to pretend I didn’t wanna be Anastazia’s second baby daddy wasn’t gon’ fucking last.

It felt good having a real mother and shit,” I said, hoping she didn’t pry any further because a nigga had definitely said too much.

OOOOHHHHHH! Are we going to get an update on his bio mom?!

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

“How about—” The man attempted to speak, but Asif chuckled, cutting him off, making it obvious he was getting irritated. “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.”

Not me blushing ☺️ 🤣

“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.”

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“I don’t compete for men though.” “You won’t have to.” He leaned onto the booth more, resting his folded tatted arms atop it. “I’m gon’ put it to you like this though: Either you fucking with me or you single.” He shrugged subtly and nonchalantly.

“Poor guy. He was just being nice,” I said, setting out the things I thought I would need for the day. “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. You don’t know these other niggas I got working for me, so you need something, you come to me only.”

After pondering for a moment, she replied, “Can we be friends for right now?” “I’ll take it. Long as I’m yo’ only friend, we good, baby.” She rolled her eyes playfully before smiling. I returned the gesture, hoping deep down she knew I wasn’t fucking around. ’Cause any nigga who called himself becoming besties with Anastazia Chase, I was gon’ have to pay him a visit, and no muthafucka with a working brain wanted a visit from me.

“I know we friends, but I want you. Long as I ain’t making you uncomfortable, let me do me. A nigga can’t see something I want and be idle, baby. I’m a go-getter.”

“I’m yours and you been mine since you walked into that fucking office. When I thought you was happy, I was willing to suffer and be a homeboy or some shit but now that you free, love, I gotta do what I gotta do; go for what I want. I’m ready to lock you down, ice out that finger, put Sophie on a nigga’s taxes, and take care of you. When you ready, of course.”

Once I finally got the mix together, I heated the skillet. Turning around to try and figure out how the fuck I could get the batter in that shit, I ran into Sophie, standing in the kitchen. “Here.” She reached up to hand me a small measuring cup. Chuckling at her smart ass, I took it and put the batter in, hoping this shit came out edible.

“What you need, Ma?” I smiled. “I can ask for anything?” the voice responded, making my smile drop upon realizing it wasn’t Lisara. I should’ve known it wasn’t since everyone here usually referred to her as Mrs. St. Thomas and would continue to until I had a wife of my own, to avoid confusion. “Who the fuck is this?” I frowned, in disbelief that I still recognized her voice all these years later, even with no fucking contact. “Your mother. I thought that little mousy bitch up front told you that. How many mothers do you have?”

Yesssss! I was hoping for an update on her!

“God blessed me with these hands, so I ain’t above putting ’em on a nigga in the name of the Lord. Amen?” Anastazia gasped so she wouldn’t laugh.

“Watch yo’ mouth, nigga,” I growled lowly as his hands tugged on my arm weakly like the bitch ass nigga he was. “I could easily put you down right here. But if you wanna live and continue to raise ya baby with that thin-lip ass bitch you got waiting on you outside, I suggest you show some muthafuckin’ respect. You older, but I’m big dog, nigga. You a muthafuckin’ pup to me, cuz, and don’t make me remind me of you of that shit.”

Fighting Lisara in that hotel parking lot almost twenty years ago was a struggle, but going toe to toe with her ass as an elderly woman was life threatening.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 idk why Nori is on the same BS she was 17/18 years ago!

“Give me ya fucking hand, love,” Asif stated sternly when I moved from his attempt to hold my hand. Intertwining our fingers, he tugged me closer and bent down to whisper, “I get you mad, but you not gon’ be walking off all far where I can’t fucking see you. Even when you mean as fuck, I still love you, and I’ll turn Vegas the fuck out if some shit happen to you.”

Iktr!

Now by myself, I laughed a little bit at her scary ass and how frightened she looked. It was no shock to me that she’d shitted on herself.

ASIF PLEASEEEEEE 🤣🤣🤣

She made sure to shake shit up before I cut her off though, telling me my pops was fucking her best friend,” I revealed, and all of them niggas stared me down with wide eyes and parted lips, except for Khari. “Yeah, her homegirl was… interesting.” Khari ran a hand down his face, trying to cover his smirk before taking a sip of his drink. “I fucked her, too, when she came to a show I had.” “Nigga, you never told me that shit.” Lequay frowned, staring Khari down like he’d been betrayed, and the shit was comical. “Aww, that nigga thought he was yo’ favorite, Khari,” Unique joked. “That boy hurt.” Shakur egged it on as Lequay flicked them off.

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He looked back when Kabrina called his name, before jumping into the water, causing gasps and small screeches. “You made the muthafucka jump off?” Unique questioned, laughing. I knew his ass wouldn’t give a fuck, but I could see the shock in his face. “I ain’t like him.” I turned away as people were on stuck, confused.

Okayyyyyyyy! ASIF & LEQUAY are tied as my fav lmaoo

“Let’s go have a drink.” “A drink-drink?” I smirked. “Nah, not for me, but for you.” He shoved his hands down into his pockets. “Man,” I sucked my teeth, and he guffawed, “I would’ve went to see you even take a shot, but I’m good. My lady making ribs.” I started walking. “Ribs?” He followed. “We can have the drink at yo’ crib.” Laughing, I said, “I ain’t say you could come over, dog.” “I don’t give a damn. I fed yo’ greedy ass for years and still sometimes do. I’m gettin’ some of them muthafuckin’ ribs.” We cracked up as I bobbed my head to agree before we got into our own cars. That nigga wasn’t playing either, because he, Banks, and moms showed up to my crib about fifteen minutes after me, ready to eat.

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