Page 89 of Feeling Blue

She nodded her head with a smile. His brown eyes rested on her for a few seconds before he pecked her waiting lips.

“Better be glad I love that shit, or I’d fuck you up for being in that nigga face.”

“He was trying to apologize, and I wasn’t hearing it. I promise. I don’t want nobody but you, Blue-Blue. Swear.”

Blue’s hand gripped one side of her butt and gave it a nasty squeeze, snatching her closer to him before kissing her lips and pushing his tongue down her throat. Forever caught his rhythm and matched it, taking her arms from his waist and circling his neck instead. They were all hands and moans as he held her down with one hand on her butt and the other gripping the back of her neck.

“Understand who you fucking with, Forever.”

She peered into his eyes deeply, “I do understand, Zurich.”

“I’on think you do. This my heart that you just flip flopping in your hands and shit. You got to be more careful with it.”

Water clouded her vision as she nodded her head hard.

“Skinny ass. Better act like you know what the fuck going on,” Auto chimed in while looking over his shoulder at Marcellus. “Fo’ you mess around and get this nigga’s top blown off.”

Forever gasped and looked from Blue to Auto, then back to Blue. Neither of them smiled or gave her any reason to think they were joking, so for a few moments, breathing became hard to do. She didn’t want Marcellus and didn’t appreciate how he’d done her, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to die about it.

“Zur…Zurich, you can’t do that,” she stuttered. “He has a family… a baby, a wife… and his mom!” Her eyes widened again when she looked at him for help.

There was probably no swaying Auto, but hopefully she could plead with Blue. He loved her, so he may be a tad bit more partial to her pleas than Auto.

“Tell that to that nigga the next time he feels the need to apologize then.”

“Oh, brother!” Forever’s forehead fell into the center of Blue’s chest, making him and Auto burst into laughter at her expense.

“Calm down, baby. You ain’t got to get back on your white girl shit.”

Forever could hear him talking, but how did he expect her to take his directives when he was referencing killing someone?

“I’m a lawyer, for God’s sake, Zurich!”

His large hand palmed the back of her head. “I know you are, baby.”

“Then you should know you can’t be with me and do that.”

“Bruh chill. Lawyer Barbie about to stroke out.”

“That’s good for her ass.” Blue chuckled, with Auto joining in. “She needs to know her nigga don’t play with or about her.”

His lips to the top of her head ended the conversation, but did nothing to stop the running of Forever’s brain. It was a mile high in the clouds, with no plans of coming down. What in the hell had she gotten herself into? She’d been hollering gang since Blue came home, but being gang for real was stressful… deadly even.

How could you?

Streetlights passed in a blur as Marcellus sped down the highway, headed home. It was nearing three o’clock in the morning, and he hadn’t stepped foot in his house since around noon the day before. Between working and holding up the bar, he’d been too occupied to do anything else. Even with him doing the best that he could to maintain a good front, he was slowly losing control, and he couldn’t have that. Control was something that he prided himself on in all aspects of life, and not being able to grasp it was gravely annoying.

Being forced to watch Forever parade around in his face with her convict was torture, and if he had to watch it too much longer, he was more than sure he’d spiral out. Everything about that nigga made Marcellus want to do a host of dumb stuff. All resulting in him losing everything he’d worked for, including his career and family. Bridges and baby Bridges may not have been his happiest place, but he’d never want to hurt them if he could stand it. However, he couldn’t promise that he’d be able to keep his composure if he had to watch the jailbird that Forever had fallen for, touch and kiss all over her again.

The smart thing for him to do would be to take a step back and just keep himself from around the two of them, but it was like even when he wasn’t expecting to see them, they still popped up. The baby shower had been one thing, but the concert was a heavy step up. It was bad enough he had to see the fool in hispersonal life, but having to see him in his professional life was annoying as fuck! Marcellus was already teetering on the edge, and if he didn’t get a grip soon, all hell would probably break loose.

His rift with Forever hadn’t been fake for him. He’d truly loved her, just at the wrong time. Getting caught up in the moment with Bridges and remembering all the good times they’d had, the life they’d built together, and the love they’d once shared, had gotten to him, and he’d trashed Forever. So many nights in a row, he’d lay awake visualizing the pain on her face when seeing him with his family, just like the muffled cries she’d released on his shoulder, begging him to choose her. It was all so far away, but still so potent at the same time.

There had been moments where he’d been in bed with Bridges and wished it was Forever. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t close their chapter. In the back of his mind, he’d assumed that she would always be there, waiting for him to give her some time. It was selfish, he knew it, but he’d still thought it.

Function after function, she’d shown up around their family alone, so he knew the door was still open, but the moment he’d overheard Jerrico and Calvary talking about her defending Blue and actually liking the nigga, his head nearly exploded. From the moment they unwillingly disclosed the nature of Forever and Blue’s relationship, he’d been feeling weird. He couldn’t really pinpoint the feeling or describe the thoughts, but it was weird, and he couldn’t control it.

“Damn,” Marcellus cursed while swerving just enough to miss baby Bridges’ power wheel in the driveway. “I have told this woman a million times to take that shit in the house.”

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