Page 180 of The Ninth

I chuckled while putting her things away including the old tire. She had a brush for her carpets in the trunk, so I used that to push the glass away. Once finished, I climbed into her passenger seat as she did the driver’s seat. I had to use my t-shirt to wipe the little sweat I did have on me off.

“We should get in your truck...”

“Why? You tired of the AMG?”

“No. Because there’s more room.”

I looked over at her fine self. Take the most decent shorty you’ve ever seen, they not fucking with Cassandra. She was leaned back casually, rubbing her thigh while looking at me. My heart instantly skipped beats as if I was about to break her for the first time ever. Again.

“You got me bent...”

Finally, her seducing ass face broke and she started to laugh. “What?!”

“Clearly you got mind control over me, shorty. I just got stuck looking at yo ass for a smooth three minutes straight. You knew what you was doing!”

“I just wanna thank you...”

“Mhm. You’ve been here too long already, Crybaby. I don’t want to sit here any longer than we have to. I’ma get you something to eat, take you home, and fuck you to sleep. Daddy promise. But tell me about your day, shorty.”

She smiled, sitting straight in her seat while pulling out her phone. I looked at each of the nail designs she showed me and against my will helped her pick one. She said she feels like the nail girl is going to cancel on her. I know her baby daddy. If she cancel on my baby? They gon be frying fish next Saturday.

Somehow she moved onto Thanksgiving and Christmas. I smiled as she laughed about Dalmatian being scared to meet my mama. The smile slowly dropped as she talked about my mama doubling the budget for the salon that she’s not even going to be checking hoes into. I’M working the front desk!

I scanned the area before going back to my own truck. She was still talking and I was still listening. I’ve always loved listening to Cassandra’s thoughts and if anything, they helped pass time in jail. They helped with learning her way of thinking and just her in general. She never has to ask if I’m listening, she knows I am. Every single time...except for now.

Looking in the passenger mirror, I didn’t expect to find what I did. My body got excited jitters as I slid up into her seat more. I pressed unlock on the doors which caused her to pause her story briefly but continue telling it. This entire time, my eyes never left that mirror. I exhaled, waiting for it.

“Do you think Devyn and I should go to Jefferso—”

DOING!

The passenger door opening from the outside was announced throughout the car.

“Baby Gir—EUGHHHH!”

I cut him off mid greeting my wife as he tried to climb in her car. Nigga didn’t knock, let her know he was coming up on her, nothing. Just came and got in her shit.

My hands tightened more around his fucking neck as I stood up out of the car with him. The world tinted red as me and this pussy ass nigga looked at each other face to face for the first time ever. His face wore shock and in my opinion, fear. I knew mine showed nothing but darkness.

“G, I’m finna kill yo ass right here.”

I heard heels clicking on the ground as the life began slipping from this nigga’s eyes. Cassie grabbed my arm tightly. I forgot her ass was even here.

“PAPA, NO! DO NOT DO THIS, PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW WHY JUAN IS HERE OR OPENING MY CAHH DOOR, I PROMISE! JUST PLEASE LET HIM GO!”

In order to kill this bitch ass nigga, I had to block her out. At least try to. I’d jump off a cliff if Cassandra told me to. No way am I letting her save this nigga’s life because she’s tightening my chest by screaming and crying.

“G, the concrete where I laid yo day one nigga at is permanently stained red, and you just now getting back to the city? You know how much of a bitch ass nigga you gotta be to get caught up in some pussy that’s not yours and then move onto some other pussy immediately after? You just left yo homies, your money, streets you pretended to be yours while I was in jail...FOR SOME PUSSY, BITCH ASS NIGGA?! You didn’t even know I was home, huh?! YOU BOUT GOOFY AS HELL, SHORTY!”

“KENZO, PLEASEEEE!”

“A BITCH ASS NIGGA LIKE YOU COULD NEVER RUN NO STREETS OF CHICAGO, HOE. YOU THINK NIGGAS RESPECT YOU FUCKING ON A NIGGA’S WIFE THAT AINT YOURS?! KNOWINGLY?! WHILE HE’S BUCKLED?!”

Cassandra slid in between us. One glance down at her as he became weak in my hands, and I realized her face was soaked in tears. She was yanking on my beater, screaming, and sobbing for me to stop. My heart started to break watching her plead for this bitch ass nigga’s life. It started to, until she cried out,

“KENZO, STOP! I ALREADY LOST YOU ONCE, I CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN! THERE’S SIRENS DOWN THE BLOCK! IT’S BROAD DAY AND PEOPLE ARE LOOKING OVER HERE! DON’T FUCKING LEAVE ME OUT HERE AGAIN, KENZO! I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”

I instantly released him. The bitch ass nigga stumbled backwards, falling into the car next to Cassie’s while trying to catch his breath. A dark purple bruise already appeared around his neck.