Page 44 of Widow Mayker

“But—”

“Now, you standin’ here about to upset me, baby.”

“Kody—”

“Who’s the nigga I need to kill? Huh? Help me understand why you’ve been ignoring me for the last three weeks.”

My eyebrows snapped together.

“I’ll call every number in this muhfuckin’ phone if I have to. You got him saved under a bitch’s name? A business name? Tell me, my Heir.”

Exasperated, I hissed, “No!”

“So, you’ve been willingly ignoring me?” He looked offended and disgusted at the same time, causing me to gulp. Then, a subtle half-smile appeared. “You have gifts to open,” he stated, throwing me off. He went from looking like he wanted to strangle me to talking about the damn gifts.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I questioned.

“Besides the fact that you think I’m mentally stable enough to ignore? Nothing.”

“Crazy-ass nigga!” I hissed.

“I prefer patient number 51316.”

“What?” My voice escalated. “You’re certifiable?”

Unblinking, he met the stupefied expression written all over my face.

Pinching my forehead, I decided that now was as good a time as any to get some clarity. “What’s your diagnosis?” I questioned. Hell, if he was worse than Adir, I was going to have to have Kody put down like a dog.

Shrugging, he replied, “It’s hard for me to give a fuck.”

“Okay… That doesn’t tell me what a medical professional diagnosed you with. What medication are you on?”

“That’s my diagnosis, baby. I don’t give a fuck. Unfortunately, the only solution that has ever worked for me, is to give a fuck.”

My face screwed up even more. “Really?”

He nodded. “Either I give a fuck, or I don’t.”

Exasperated, I asked, “Shouldn’t you have led with the fact that you’re for real crazy?”

“What would that have changed?”

“Everything,” I said.

“Nothing,” he said at the same time. “Now… You gon’ let me give a fuck about you, or…”

Smacking my teeth, I changed the subject and held out my hand. “Give me my phone.”

His smile stretched as he peered down at me. “Or what?”

“Give me my phone—”

One minute, I was sassing Kody. The next, he had his hand around my throat. I gasped in shock as he yanked me to his body. I crashed into him and would’ve bounced off him if he didn’t have a hold of me.

“Or what?” he quizzed between delicate kisses to my cheeks. “You talk a lot of shit. But the minute I put my hands on you, you become softer than cotton candy.”

He was right. I could barely stand from my legs wobbling so badly . Kody’s hands palmed my ass and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped louder when he lowered me enough until my pussy rested on his dick.