put nothing above them, including my girlfriend. That’s one of the reasons we fight so much and I fuck around on her. She don’t understand the bond I have with my family, and I can’t understand why she don’t get along with hers. If Chloe dies though, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Your sister’s name is Chloe?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Farah downed her glass of wine and stood up. “I’m out of here.” She slammed the glass on the table, threw her jacket on, and snatched her purse. “It’s been real, but I have things to do.” It was easy to kill him when she believed he was selfish and thought only of himself, but now she discovered that he loved his family and that their sisters shared the same name. Because of it, she would spare him.
“Wait, where you going?” He approached her at the door and put his hand on it to prevent it from opening. “We haven’t done nothing yet.”
When she grabbed the doorknob, he yanked her by the elbow. “So you the type of bitch who like to play games? Come over a nigga’s house, drink his wine, ask about his girlfriend, and bounce?” He frowned a little. “Wait, you know my girlfriend Candace or something? You one of her friends?”
“I’m trying to leave, Floyd. You really need to allow me.”
“If you were in prison playing these games, you would already be on your knees with my nuts in your mouth.”
Farah grinned. “You so stupid you don’t even know when you’ve been spared.” She shook her head. “I’m giving you back your life, Floyd, but if you don’t get away from this door, you gonna find out what I really came for.”
He stood at the door for a second until he recognized her glare. He’d been in jail long enough to know when a nigga was bluffing. She was not playing. He released her arm and she switched out of the door and on to her next victim.
She couldn’t believe she wasted so much time at his house only for him to be ungrateful. She massaged her left temple and tried to calm down. Hours wasted and no blood. Before she renewed her search, she had to get out of the neighborhood.
She was strutting toward her car when someone yelled, “Can I holla at you for a minute?”
Farah took one look at the drug dealer in the souped-up silver Chrysler 300, rolled her eyes, and continued on her journey. “I’m not even interested.” She waved as she wrestled for the keys in her purse. “So do me a favor and step the fuck off.”
“Well fuck you then, you high yellow bitch! Want a nigga to kiss your ass and shit!”
Farah stopped in place, rotated, and faced the caller. She could tell by how little his head was in his car that he wasn’t as big as Floyd. Despite his height, the one thing he had going was his looks. As a matter of fact, at a distance, he was inviting. So she twinkled and said, “On second thought, I can spare a few minutes.” She approached his window and peered inside. The car was neat and clean. “I’m sorry about how I carried shit back there. I just broke up with my boyfriend and got a lot on my mind. I don’t have a right to be taking it out on you though.”
He smirked. “You were pretty cold.” He was laying it on thicker than peanut butter. “But damn, why you let me unleash on you first? I wasn’t even trying to come at you like that.”
“It’s not even that deep. Let’s move past that shit.” She looked up at the stars. “The night is young and so are we. Anyway, what’s your name?” She leaned on his car.
“Glover, but my friends call me G.”
“So, G, you got somewhere to be in the next fifteen minutes? After the day I just had, I really don’t want to be alone.”
His words flowed coolly out of his mouth, but his smile resembled a Cheshire cat. “I’m good if you are.” He slapped his hands together and rubbed them like he was trying to warm up. “My mother gonna be gone all day. If you want, we can fuck at her crib. I don’t have to check up with my weed man until later.”
This nigga is
“Your sister’s name is Chloe?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Farah downed her glass of wine and stood up. “I’m out of here.” She slammed the glass on the table, threw her jacket on, and snatched her purse. “It’s been real, but I have things to do.” It was easy to kill him when she believed he was selfish and thought only of himself, but now she discovered that he loved his family and that their sisters shared the same name. Because of it, she would spare him.
“Wait, where you going?” He approached her at the door and put his hand on it to prevent it from opening. “We haven’t done nothing yet.”
When she grabbed the doorknob, he yanked her by the elbow. “So you the type of bitch who like to play games? Come over a nigga’s house, drink his wine, ask about his girlfriend, and bounce?” He frowned a little. “Wait, you know my girlfriend Candace or something? You one of her friends?”
“I’m trying to leave, Floyd. You really need to allow me.”
“If you were in prison playing these games, you would already be on your knees with my nuts in your mouth.”
Farah grinned. “You so stupid you don’t even know when you’ve been spared.” She shook her head. “I’m giving you back your life, Floyd, but if you don’t get away from this door, you gonna find out what I really came for.”
He stood at the door for a second until he recognized her glare. He’d been in jail long enough to know when a nigga was bluffing. She was not playing. He released her arm and she switched out of the door and on to her next victim.
She couldn’t believe she wasted so much time at his house only for him to be ungrateful. She massaged her left temple and tried to calm down. Hours wasted and no blood. Before she renewed her search, she had to get out of the neighborhood.
She was strutting toward her car when someone yelled, “Can I holla at you for a minute?”
Farah took one look at the drug dealer in the souped-up silver Chrysler 300, rolled her eyes, and continued on her journey. “I’m not even interested.” She waved as she wrestled for the keys in her purse. “So do me a favor and step the fuck off.”
“Well fuck you then, you high yellow bitch! Want a nigga to kiss your ass and shit!”
Farah stopped in place, rotated, and faced the caller. She could tell by how little his head was in his car that he wasn’t as big as Floyd. Despite his height, the one thing he had going was his looks. As a matter of fact, at a distance, he was inviting. So she twinkled and said, “On second thought, I can spare a few minutes.” She approached his window and peered inside. The car was neat and clean. “I’m sorry about how I carried shit back there. I just broke up with my boyfriend and got a lot on my mind. I don’t have a right to be taking it out on you though.”
He smirked. “You were pretty cold.” He was laying it on thicker than peanut butter. “But damn, why you let me unleash on you first? I wasn’t even trying to come at you like that.”
“It’s not even that deep. Let’s move past that shit.” She looked up at the stars. “The night is young and so are we. Anyway, what’s your name?” She leaned on his car.
“Glover, but my friends call me G.”
“So, G, you got somewhere to be in the next fifteen minutes? After the day I just had, I really don’t want to be alone.”
His words flowed coolly out of his mouth, but his smile resembled a Cheshire cat. “I’m good if you are.” He slapped his hands together and rubbed them like he was trying to warm up. “My mother gonna be gone all day. If you want, we can fuck at her crib. I don’t have to check up with my weed man until later.”
This nigga is
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