Page 24 of Walk Thru The Fire

“I can tell. That’s why you popped up at my house yesterday?” I cocked my head to the side waiting for her to respond.

“I came to make sure you were okay.”

“Didn’t I tell you I was?”

“Yeah, but?”

“Ain’t no buts, shorty. You can’t be poppin’ up at my spot like that. You’on know what I got going on.”

“Like the woman that answered your door? You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Jackson.”

“Jackson? Since when you started calling me Jackson?”

“That woman called you that when I went to your house.” She shrugged.

“You ain’t her, so don’t call me no muthafuckin’ Jackson again.” I walked away from her and fixed myself a drink. “Look, I’m cool off you. I ain’t got time for this territorial shit you tryna pull. I got too much shit going on in my life to add to it,” I stated honestly.

“You’re cool off me?” she asked incredulously? “Are you serious right now? After I fuck you now, you’re cool off me?”

I shrugged.

“Wow. I thought you were different, but you’re just like that hoe ass brother of yours. Y’all think y’all can go around treating people like shit!” She was fuming and right now I didn’t care.

“You fucked my brother?” I asked.

“No. My friend did. After he fucked her, he acted like he didn’t know her. I see you’re just like him,” she seethed.

“Well, if you know that, you know you need to get the fuck out my face before I turn into his clone. Get the fuck on, man. Matter fact, don’t come ’round here again.” I got up and headed toward the door so I could open it for her. Instead of leaving like I asked, she leaned on my desk and crossed her feet at the ankles.

“Make me.” She smirked.

With a smirk of my own, I pulled my Glock from my waist and let it rest at my side. “Either walk out this muthafucka or become a figment of my imagination. Either way, you got less than a second to make ya mind up ’fore I do it for you.” I knewthat would motivate her ass, because she was gone before I could finish my sentence.

Rolling my neck to relive some of the tension, I swiped my hand down my face just as my phone rang. I looked at the screen and it was Buck.

“Yo?”

“It’s showtime,” he responded.

“Bet. What’s next?”

“We wait for him to identify her body and Knas gone call us.”

“Aight. Aye, this Jace calling. I’ll hit you back.” I hung up with Buck and answered Jace before his lil’ impatient ass hung up, only to call right back.

“Wassup, man?” I answered.

“You coming to get us?” he asked.

“Come get you? I thought you were chillin’ with Keenan?”

“I was, but my mama came at me. Where at my grandma’s house.”

I had to pinch the bridge of my nose to keep from going over there and dragging some sense into Kasha.

“Y’all got clothes over there?”

“Yeah.”

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