Page 15 of Back in Blood

“I’m not interested. Thank you.” Though her tone was dry, it held a hint of pleasantry that I knew was fake.

“What is there not to be interested in? I haven’t said anything aside from how are you doing? A nigga can’t be nice to you?”

“I’m not interested in conversation.” Lisa’s voice was strained.

I picked my glass up and sipped more of my beverage.

“That’s what’s wrong with you black bitches. A nigga can’t even speak to y’all’s uppity asses without you turning your nose up.”

I eased off my stool and felt Lisa’s gaze on me as I walked towards the disrespectful drunk that was yapping like an aggravating ass chihuahua.

“The lady said she wasn’t interested, right?” I asked as my head angled to the left.

The man looked me up and down and sucked his teeth before walking off. He knew who to try and who to play with I assumed because he got out of dodge quick as hell.

“Thank you again,” Lisa sighed as I sat back down.

I didn’t respond. I just drained the alcohol from my glass and waved the bartender over, so I could order another one. Lisa did the same.

“You driving?” I asked her curiously.

“Yeap.” A lazy grin spread across her face as if she was proud of the answer.

“You might want to slow down.”

Lisa chuckled. “I’m good. Trust me. Whatever happens, happens.”

There, I could see it. I didn’t want to, but I did. All the grim and dark comments that I made that made other people feel some kind of way, but I meant them all from the bottom of my soul. I knew how they felt because while I could one hundred percent feel where she was coming from, it made me uncomfortable to hear Lisa be so passive about her wellbeing.

“If you order another drink, I’m not letting you drive away from here,” I asserted, and she smirked.

“You gonna kidnap me again?”

“I might.” The answer was quick and had some bite to it. The way she sighed and then chuckled made my dick hard. Fuck.

I wondered if trauma bonding with a person led to good sex. I hadn’t had sex since Kenya, and that hadn’t been worth the time it took the put the condom on. I did get to release, however, so that was better than nothing.

“You came to the house today while I was gone and got the rest of your shit?” I heard an angry tone over the chatter and music in the bar.

“Please get away from me.” Though she used the word please, Lisa’s tone was anything other than polite.

“Nah. You’ve pulled a lot of fuck shit over these past few months. You wouldn’t let me be there for the birth of my son, and now you just move out of the house. You haven’t said shit to me.”

“There’s nothing to say!”

This was Sintonio. The rage that flowed through me damn near made me black out. I didn’t even remember getting up off the bar stool. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I had hit him so hard that he fell onto the table behind him knocking over drinks and food. I didn’t give a damn about the patrons whose meal I’d interrupted as I leaned down and hit Sintonio in the face over and over again.

“Capri, please stop,” I heard Lisa shouting from behind me.

Stopping wasn’t an option. I grabbed Sintonio by his shirt and dragged the nigga through the bar like he was a bag of trash. At the door, a big burly security guard was in my way, and I tossed an icy glare his way while still holding onto Sintonio’s shirt. The man was taller than me and had me by a good one hundred pounds, but I gave zero fucks. When he saw my hateful glare, he raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t care what you do after you get him outside. Just know that sometimes the police ride through here and patrol.”

I got Sintonio outside of the bar ignoring the small crowd that followed me.

“Get yo’ ass up,” I panted.

Sintonio jumped up off the ground with a look of panic and slight confusion on his face. The moment he was on his feet, I hit him again hard enough to make him hit the ground. “Beating yo’ ass isn’t going to be any fun,” I sneered as I kicked him.

I hit Sintonio four more times before I felt Lisa’s soft hand on my forearm. “People are recording. I’m sure someone has called the police. Please just leave. He’s not worth it.” The compassion in her eyes kept me from shrugging her off me. I didn’t give a damn about the police. As long as they weren’t coming to toe tag his dead ass body, I couldn’t care less about being arrested for beating his ass.

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