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She didn’t buy it. Not even a little.
“A bullet through his right palm and ten broken fingers.”
“How do you know this?”
“Because he called and told me,” she confessed.
“Oh, did he?”
Her face contorted as she realized her mistake.
“August–”
“Two bullets in his palms. Ten broken fingers. And, a bullet in his mouth for talking too fucking much.” I shrugged.
“You’re insane,” she huffed.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to get through to you. That’s why I’ve been trying to stay away from you. But, your presence is provoking, so here we are.”
Tiana closed her eyes, allowing my words to sink in. I wasn’t sure how my honesty would affect her, but it was the only way I knew how to be. It was my gift. It was my curse.
Do you like insane, Tiana? I hope it’s okay with you.
I’d imagined my lips on hers. Her hands roaming my body. Our bodies leading each other into her suite. Sex. Passionate sex. Explosive sex. I’m sorry sex. Forgive me sex. I’ve learned my lesson sex. I won’t do that again sex. I miss you sex.
But, instead, her fingers wrapped around my hand and pulled it away from her neck. She stormed in the other direction. Her ass cheeks beckoned for me to follow behind her, but I didn’t. I stood my ground, knowing she needed a second to get herself together. And, I needed a second to get my shit together. Otherwise, I’d lose Tiana before I truly had her,
Ima marry her sassy ass. I hope she and that little attitude know it.
FIVE
“Listen… listen…”
“Telling Ti what I’ve done only makes her pussy wetter when I’m fucking her because she knows a nigga ain’t gone play behind her. I don’t give a fuck who it is. Ex nigga, brother, pops, uncle, friend, foe– Fuck with Ti and expect me. Expeditiously.”
“I didn’t mean any harm, man. I just–”
“Reached out after I made myself clear.”
“It won’t happen again, man. I promise. Look– look, I’m going to erase her number from my phone–”
As the phone met the air, I put a bullet through it. His left hand exploded in the center. My heart leaped with joy.
Ah. That felt good.
“Ahhhhh, fuck, man. You just shot my han– fuck. Fuck, man! My fingers! My hand. What the fuck, man?”
Maneuvering, I stood beside the pussy whose mother should’ve aborted him. My Glock met his jaw. I let off another shot.
“In and out.”
His screams were unbearable. I slid my cell out of my pocket and pressed play on the list of songs I’d prepared for this very moment. He’d live. The bullet went in one jaw and came out of the other. Wires for a few months and maybe a few cosmetic surgeries would fix his face. However, I wanted him to be reminded not to fuck with me or mine every time he smiled, frowned, or put food in his mouth.
I used to have nothing.
Now I got a whole lotta everything
And I come through stuntin’
