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“And hear your mouth? Hell no.” I opened my tired eyes and looked at him. He looked like he needed the sleep I was about to try to get. After a few seconds, I closed my eyes.

“How was ya day?” he asked.

“Good until Jessica approached me.” At this point I gave up on sleep, he was in one of those talkative ass moods. I ended upsitting up and scooted up to the headboard of my bed so I could watch him as he undressed to get into bed with me.

“What did she say?” he asked calmly. He was unbothered.

“What does it matter?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It doesn’t but ya apple head ass brought it up.” He shrugged his shoulders, pulling his tee-shirt from his body.

I smiled because that was the right answer.

“You gonna tell me what the bitch said or are you gonna keep sitting ya ass over there looking crazy.”

“It doesn’t matter what she said, just know if you try me, we—” before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed in one swift motion.

“We what? How many times I gotta tell you I don’t flinch at none of ya lil cute ass threats?” Now his face hovered over mine and his eyes kept jumping from mine to my lips.

I laughed. “Ya girlfriend did, I told her I wou?—”

“Not while you’re carrying my baby yeen gonna go shit, so stop threatening people.” He pecked my lips still looking into my eyes. “Lil nutty ass.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked at him with a smirk. I loved when he talked to me like this. When he put me in my place and shut me the fuck up. He knew I did too, that’s why he did it so close to me. I swear I was normal before I started fooling with him, and then boom! The D brought out the inner crazy bitch that felt the need to stop at everything. He claimed I made him the way he was, but he made me this way too.Awh shit! There was no hope for this baby!

“You see that?” I asked Love as we sat in the booth at my favorite pizza spot up north. I came in here so much that the owner Sal named my favorite combination after me.

“Nope, I don’t because I’m not looking.” Love knew how I got when I felt disrespected and at this point I felt pretty fucking disrespected. I mean here I was about to enjoy a pieceof Chicago’s best when this funny looking ass nigga walked in the pizza spot with a bitch on his arm. It wasn’t long ago that he was in my bed, hell he probably still had my juices in his upper lip hair. Before I knew it, I felt myself standing and Love behind me calling my name. That didn’t matter though, the closer I got to Kasair’s table the further away her voice was.

“You know, you’re a real disrespectful bastard.” I glared at him and this bitch with the pink cheetah print wig. I just wanted her to say something, but if she was smart she wouldn’t. I was in a toxic mood and I owned that shit.

“C’mon Mec, not today.” He seemed to be pleading with me with the biggest smile on his dumb ass face.

“Don’t call me that.”

He mugged me before shaking his head like I was bothering him. He had me so fucked up because this was the exact shit he pulled when we were at Ozzi’s the other night. “Mecca, c’mon?—”

“Why are you begging this bitch? Tell her to step the fuc?—”

I didn’t even give her a chance to finish her sentence. I already wanted to hit her ass, but she didn’t give me a reason to at first. Now she gave me that when she opened her dumb ass mouth. I hit her with a combo so wicked she was drooling by the third punch. That would teach her to mind her fucking tongue. Then after I damn near slumped her ass, I hit his ass too.

“Next time you want a rise, just drop ya location. Yeen gotta pull up to where I frequent.”

This nutty ass nigga laughed , wiping the blood from his lip.

I didn’t even respond, I looked over at Sal and nodded apologizing as Love walked over toward me with our pizza in the Styrofoam containers.

“Damn shorty yeen even try to protect ya face, you saw her fucking fist coming.” I heard Kasair say to old girl as we left the pizza parlor. He set her up for that one and hours later he was in my bed while I held the ice bag to his lip.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, forcing me from my flashback.

“That time I decked you in the face at Sal’s.”

He laughed. “Which fucking time? I peep the pussy gets wet when you hurt a nigga.”

Chapter 15

KASAIR

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