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We sat out there talking for a few minutes, catching up since her ass had been dodging me for damn near a month. The thought of the shit still pissed me off and made me want to go kill Ebony’s ass right now. But it was also on Xiyah’s ass. She didn’t even give me a chance to answer her damn questions or figure out what the fuck was going on before she made a decision that affected both of us. She came up with all of her own conclusions and started making me pay for some shit that I didn’t even do.

“Aye bro, that nigga Carter in the front looking for you,” my brother said, coming in the back where me and Xiyah were standing.

I thought I was going to have to pop up on that motherfucker tomorrow for running his mouth, but apparently, he wanted to meet his maker a lot sooner than I had planned. Unlike Ebony, he wasn’t getting a damn pass.

His ass was running his mouth like a bitch and running around here crying and shit like one, too. And while she was just going to do stupid shit on social media, he could become a problem for me later, and that wasn’t a chance that I was willing to take with his ass.

“Gone back inside while I go talk to this nigga,” I said, turning Xiyah around and leading her inside the house.

Once I got her inside and made sure she was good, I followed Takoda outside. It didn’t take me long to spot Carter’s ass. He was the only nigga outside with an arm brace on and running his fucking mouth. This nigga just couldn’t shut the fuck up, but I was going to help him with that soon.

“I heard you were looking for me fuck nigga,” I said, walking up to him as I pulled my blunt out.

Even if I had to knock his ass out while we were out here, I could easily do that shit with my blunt hanging since his ass was such light work. When it came to him and why I was so pissed about him trying to talk to her, outside of the obvious, was that I was more insulted by the fact that this motherfucker truly thought that even if Xiyah was truly done with me that he would have a fucking shot with her. Like whatever it was in this bitch niggas head that made him think that she’d downgrade to his bitch ass or thought he deserved to come after me was what bothered me the most.

“Hell yeah, I’m looking for you, motherfucker. You think you can keep walking around this bitch like you run this motherfucking city? Like you’re better than the rest of us and shit?”

Laughing, I looked that nigga dead in his fucking face and said, “I don’t act like shit, bitch. This is my city, nigga.”

“Man, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that, my nigga?” he asked, stepping toward me.

I could see the fear in his eyes, and I knew that nigga could also see the death in mine. I didn’t have to say the words to him. I knew something in his gut was already telling him that he didn’t have much more time left on this earth.

“I’m talking to you, motherfucker. Why are you going to do something about it?”

I didn’t feel the need to step closer to him. His ass wasn’t worth the effort. And unlike him, I didn’t have shit to prove out here. Niggas already knew how I got down. That’s why the motherfuckers who were supposed to be his friends hadn’t stepped up to defend his ass. They didn’t do it earlier at the haunted house, and they weren’t doing the shit now.

“Talk to this then,” he said, reaching behind his back and pulling out his gun.

Laughing, I looked over at my brother before speaking again. “Oh, you a big nigga, huh? You gone kill me, Carter? Well,” I said, stopping to point to my chest. “Shoot me right here. I’m always ready to meet my maker. Just know that when I go, you and everything attached to you go too. So, if you can live with that consequence for however long that might be, do what you gotta do, my nigga.”

He hesitated, and that was where whatever street credit he thought he’d build tonight went out the window. Everyone around us now knew this was the last time they’d ever see this nigga alive. One of the major codes of the street was that you didn’t pull your gun unless you were prepared to use it right there in that moment. Clearly that was a lesson his ass had missed.

“Just like I thought, you’re a pussy and bitch made. And not that whatever the fuck you called this shit you were out here doing hasn’t been fun; I have other shit I need to be doing. But don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you again soon,” I said, smirking as Takoda and I turned to walk off.

“And I’ll be seeing Xiyah’s fine ass later, too. You think she doesn’t like Chinese—,” he started but was stopped when my fist connected with his mouth. I saw two of his teeth go flying before he hit the ground hard as hell.

I bent down so that only he could hear me. “I was just going to shoot your ass tonight and be done with your ass. But clearly, since you can’t watch your fucking mouth, I’m going to have to go to more extreme measures. Just remember that come tomorrow when you’re rotting in hell that you did all of this shit to yourself, pussy.”

I didn’t give a damn how not one of those motherfuckers looked at me. Niggas could call me pussy whipped or whatever the fuck else came to mind. I knew two things for sure, though. One, it would always and forever be up when it came to my woman. Niggas couldn’t even say her name in a tone I didn’t like without being checked. And two, none of these niggas were bold enough to say the shit to my face.

Once I was done with him, I went back inside to find Xiyah. It didn’t take long to find her and Oaklyn on the dance floor. I liked to think that in general I wasn’t a crazy jealous nigga, just a regular one. But with the way that she was dancing and shit out there, I wanted to snatch her ass up with the quickness.

“You’re in here dancing like you want me to fuck you right here, ma,” I said, kissing her ear.

“Maybe I do.”

Laughing, I replied, “Shit, don’t tempt me with a good time. So, you coming back to my house, or are we staying at yours tonight?”

“Now, who says we’re back to spending the night, huh? We just got back together.”

Pulling her body into mine, I connected our lips as my hands roamed her body. “We can’t get back together if we were never actually broken up. That shit doesn’t make any sense.”

“You really refuse to believe that we were broken up, huh?” she asked, smirking as her eyebrow arched.

“I refuse to believe lies; you already know that. So, what are we doing tonight?”

Laughing, she replied, “I guess I’m staying at your house tonight.”