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“Again!” Rosama yelled behind me.

I just sat there in my car, in front of my crib, and started crying.

“I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on, but⁠—”

“Don’t worry bout none of it,” Rosama said, cutting me off. “I am on the way.”

We hung up, and I continued crying while looking at the door and hearing my text notifications going off. In one minute, Mariah had sent me twenty messages. I changed her name in my phone to Crazy Lady. Then I looked at the rest of my messages and saw I had messages from Kyron telling me I had him fucked up.

Then it clicked.

It was mad ass Kyron trashing my shit.

Chapter 22

Rosama

Imade it to Nylah's crib faster than I eva did and parked across the street. She hopped outta her car when she saw me, tears still running down her face as she ran to me in the middle of the street.

Hugging me as I stared at the trash, food, and drinks that were thrown at her door.

“Who the fuck is throwing shit at your door?” I asked her.

“I think it was my ex. I haven’t been givin’ him no play, and a lil’ bit ago he texted me that I had him fucked up.”

“Okay, come on.”

We walked up her steps, through all the shit, and I got her inside and checked around her crib.

“Get comfortable, order some food, and I’ma clean this up,” I said to her softly.

She nodded and went off to her room while I looked around her kitchen for shit to clean the shit up with. Once I did, I got my girl shit right. Soap, water, bleach that shit down. By the time I was finished, the Chinese food she ordered was pulling up.

I paid for it and took it to the living room, grabbed some plates, some wine she had in the fridge, and some glasses. She had some candles around her living room, and I lit them while putting on a movie.

By the time she walked downstairs, the vibe was just the way I wanted it, enough to make her smile.

“Baee,” she said as she walked ova to the couch. “This is so sweet.”

“You said you had a long day. I thought this would make it better.”

“It is,” she said with a kiss. “Thank you.”

We unboxed the food and started to eat while watching some Kevin Hart movie I put on. I kept glancing ova at her, making sure she was good while thinking bout the lie I told her earlier. That was my chance to come out and tell her the truth. But…my pride…my pride wouldn’t let me.

After dinner, Nylah curled up in my arms and found some old Lifetime movie on Tubi she said she loved, and she laid her head in my lap. I smoked and caressed her back while watching the movie, and her phone rang.

“This nigga don’t listen,” she said, sitting up looking at her screen on the table.

“Give me the phone,” I said with my hand out. She didn’t ask any questions and handed it ova.

“Yo, my boy. She’s good ova here, ya heard? Taken by a real nigga. Stop callin’ and trashing her shit before I make it a point to find you.”

I hung up the phone and passed it back to her, and she smiled at me.

“You know what?... You are that nigga.”

We laughed together.