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He opened his mouth, and I held my hand up in the air, and he stopped as tears flowed down my face unwillingly.

“I trusted you, I was falling for you, and you leave my bed to get your dick sucked by another bitch AFTER we fucked.”

Rosama looked at me, defeated.

“Nylah, baby, I promise you it didn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Rosama. I just want you to go.”

“No,” he said. “I'm not leavin'. You need to let me explain.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I want you outta my house.”

Rosama stood there, like he meant what he said, and I walked to my front door and opened it for him.

He exhaled and walked ova to me.

“Just because I don’t want to hurt you more, I’ma leave. But, WE are not ova.”

I closed the door slowly in his face.

“We are, Rosama… We are.”

I went back in my living room, sat on my couch, and took a deep breath, thinking I had it together, but I broke down and really cried.

I couldn’t believe I let that nigga hurt me.

Chapter 25

Rosama

Ihopped in my car after Nylah put me out and headed back to Brooklyn, while calling Blaze's phone, and he was dodging my shit. I called his brotha's phone, and that nigga picked up.

“Yo! Where the fuck your brotha at?” I asked before he could say anything.

He went silent.

“Are you with the nigga?” I asked.

Still no response.

“Brandon, stop bein’ a BITCH ASS NIGGA! and answer me!” I yelled into the phone as I moved through traffic.

Brandon's background got loud. He neva answered me, but it was loud as fuck, and then the bitch ass nigga hung up on me.

I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and focused on the road while thinking about the look on Nylah’s face. I hate that she found that shit out. I hate even more that I did the shit.

I finally made it to the trap, and I called them niggas again as I parked, hopped outta the car, and ran up the steps, opening up the screen door.

“Where the fuck is Brandon and Blaze?!” I yelled out.

The niggas in the living room shook their heads as Dre walked outta the kitchen.

“What is goin’ on?” he asked.

“Where the fuck is Blaze? That nigga got me fucked up!”

Dre pulled me into the kitchen. “What the fuck is goin’ on Rosama, you trippin’.”