“Look, Avery, I get you hurt and shit. Your nigga fucked up, you proved your point, bad bitch contest you in first place, we see you, but please just go put something else on.”
Lake exhaled, then walked over to the couch and sat down. This felt like a lot for him. Here he was the biggest drug distributor in the tri-state area, caught more bodies than a mortuary, and he was apprehensive of a five-foot something woman touching him.
He put his gun on the nightstand, and she held her stomach. Something about a black man, a gun, and a nightstand. His chocolate, chiseled body was on full display.
“If she’s so important, why aren’t you fucking her? You love her soooooo much, but stay calling me to creep!” “You right. That’s why I won’t be calling your loose pussy ass no more. And on everything I love, Chey, if you call me or text me ever again. I will fucking kill you.”