Butterfly 2

by Ashley Antoinette

“Whatever she asks, whenever she asks. That’s my job. To anticipate her needs before she even knows she needs something. I’m her man so that’s my role. She’ll never want for anything with me, not even attention, not even time. The money is cool but the things I can’t buy she appreciates most. It’s why I buy her everything else too, cuz she don’t give a fuck about it.”

She was irresistible. He was gangster, but she was godly. She called the shots. She was the coach and she was making him put up a thousand shots. Ahmeek was a fucking shooter.

but she had called and when the queen summoned, you answered.

“Morgan, huh?” she said, biting his bottom lip. “That’s what your mama named you, nigga,” he said. He was inside her and they just lay there. “That ain’t what my man named me, though,” she whispered. “My man calls me Love so get it right next time.”

Size the opposition up from a distance to determine if you’re going to allow access.

“Everyone shouldn’t be able to run up on you,”

You get the sour first. The sweet is earned.”

She wore the confidence of a woman who was sure of the decisions she had made in life. She was cloaked in peace like she had come to terms with the turmoil that had led her to this home, with this man, in this role. It had taken her awhile to grow into this woman, to wear this heavy crown, but she did it gracefully like she had been on this throne her entire life.

“Give her life. Don’t make her feel like she wants to die,”

His embrace felt like

love.

He smelled like love. Dressed like it. Walked like it. Fucked lik...

Who are you? Without niggas telling you who they want to turn you into?”

“You’re going to find you, Mo. That’s worth losing anybody.”