KYRIE
“YOU KILLED HER!” Blaine screamed as Fallen struggled to hold on to her.
“What?” I frowned as I watched her act a fucking fool. “I ain’t killed nobody, go ahead with that crazy shit.” I scoffed as I attempted to walk past them.
“Oh, now I’m crazy? Nigga fuck you! We gon’ see how fucking crazy I am when the police be knocking on yo fucking door.”
Blaine had really lost her fucking mind if she thought threatening me with the police was gon’ fly. I imagined myself wrapping my hand around her throat until she stopped breathing and decided I needed to remove myself before I did some shit I couldn’t take back.
“I don’t know what got you beside yo self, but I don’t think that’s a move you want to make.”
“Why not? You gon’ kill me too?” She hissed.
“Guess you should try it.” I shrugged before going to my room and taking my ass to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later when my growling stomach led me to the kitchen to find something to eat. Thankfully, Fallen had been over with Jamar so it was some leftovers in
the fridge. While I was destroying the last of my food Jamar walked in and pulled out two beers from the fridge.
“What’s with you and Blaine? She wouldn’t say shit while she was here, I kept asking her, but she wouldn’t say.” He finally pushed out.
“Blaine used to fuck with Tank.”
“What?”
“She was there the night he died.”
“Hold up, I thought that nigga had a son with that light skin, big head bitch from Miami?” Jamar frowned.
“He do, she don’t even know that shit.” I shook my head.
“Damn, so this whole time she knew that nigga killed my fucking Pops?” he shook his head as the words bounced around his head for a minute. I watched silently as he opened his mouth a few times to speak, but closed it back opting not to say anything.
“I didn’t?—”
“FUCK!” he threw his beer against the wall and stormed out of the kitchen. I followed behind him, stopping him before he made his way out the door. “I love her.” I spoke to his back.
“What?” he faced me.
“I thought about killing her, I planned the shit. I wanted to...” I had to look away from him. I loved Blaine and even knowing that she took from my Pops me, it was no way I could let any harm come to her.
“You ain’t tell me the full story, was she just there or.
..” his words trailed off as he waited for me to answer the question he was asking without saying a word.
It had never been a time that I’d been speechless but standing in front of my brother trying to explain why he couldn’t get revenge for his father’s death had me stuck in silence.
“That’s why you ain’t been staying here? Yo ass knew!” he lunged for me gripping my shirt tightly between his fingers as he drove me into the wall. “You fucking knew!” he repeated.
“Jamar, I know this shit fucking with you, but you gotta get up off me.” I warned him.
“Or what? You and yo bitch gon’ kill me too?”
I knew Jamar was just trying to get a rise out of me by calling Blaine a bitch, but I wasn’t no sit back and take disrespect type of nigga so, whatever he was looking for I was willing to give him.
“Aye, watch yo fucking mouth!” I barked pushing him off me.
“Oh, you in yo feelings? You protecting the bitch that took my Pops from me? My people took you in, fed you, clothed you—raised you. And this is how you repay them? This the shit you do?”
“Nigga fuck you! I loved mom and Pops more than I’ve loved my own blood! Don’t question my fucking loyalty.”
“She killed my Pops!” he gritted stepping closer into my face. “The bitch you claim you love, killed my fucking Pops and you think I’ma let that shit slide? Both of y’all got me fucked up.” He huffed as he continued to the door.
“If you hurt her?—”
“If I kill her what?”
“Look, she ain’t know?—”
“SHE KNEW SHE WAS KILLING A NIGGA!” he cut me off.
I closed the space between us and rested my hand on Jamar’s shoulder, “Give me your word, you won’t hurt her.”
“Fuck you.” He shook my hand off his shoulder and stomped out the door without saying anything else.
***
“Why are you here?” Fallen hissed through her cracked door.
“I need to talk to her, Fallen.” I stepped towards her, but she didn’t back away to let me in making me laugh. “Damn, you really ain’t gon’ let me in?”
“Bye Kyrie.” Fallen attempted to push the door closed, but I pushed my way into the apartment anyway. “Aye, B we need to talk.”
Her bedroom door was cracked, and I could see the shadow her body left in the slither of space between the door frame and the door.
She was there listening to the conversation I had with Fallen.
I didn’t care what she told her sister to tell me, I didn’t give a fuck how upset she was, I had to tell her what was going on with Jamar.
I would do whatever I could to protect her, but she needed to know her actions had consequences.
“Fuck you.” She spat and closed her bedroom closed. I heard the lock turn, but I wasn’t pressed cause I had the key to her room door too.
“Where you think you going?” Fallen stepped in front of me as I headed towards Blaine’s door.
“Fallen, I know that’s your baby sister and I appreciate you protecting her, but this conversation me and her about to have gotta happen.” I attempted to explain.
“Not right now it don’t. I told her she needed to talk to you, but she doesn’t want to, so you have to respect that.”
“I’m trying to protect her just like you, I would never let your sister walk into some bullshit unknowingly.” I explained.
“What’s going on?” She frowned.
“I’ll let her tell you.” I nodded towards the now opened cracked door with Blaine peeking through it.
“What are you talking about?” Blaine finally spoke.
Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips were dry and ashy, so I knew she had been crying.
I expected her to be upset about her best friend even though they weren’t cool, but I didn’t have shit to do with its death.
If I killed it, I wouldn’t have a problem telling her that shit.
I ignored the look of disgust on her face and pushed the door open further with my body as I walked into her room.
“Talk, nigga. What’s up?” She frowned crossing her arms over her breasts as she eyed me. The thin cotton material of the sleeveless nightgown did nothing to protect her hardening nipples from my eyes.
“I don’t know why the fuck you got an attitude with me cause I ain’t done shit first of all.”
“You gon’ sit in my face and lie to me? What happened to never lying? What happened to you telling me you wouldn’t break my heart? You wouldn’t hurt? Where all that smooth ass player shit now?” she hissed stepping closer and closer to me with each question she asked.
“B, I ain’t kill yo friend. I know how much it meant to you?—”
“Stop calling her an it! She wasn’t a thing, she was a fucking person and I loved her, and you can lie all you want about not doing it, but I know it was you.
She had a boyfriend who knew everything about her and accepted her.
You find out she catfished you back in the day and then she ends up dead all of a sudden? ”
“I didn’t kill her.” I replied.
“I don’t believe in coincidences, you a lying ass nigga?—”
“If anybody should be mad about some shit, it should be. I don’t give a fuck if you want to convince yourself you got a reason to be mad at me or not, I’m telling you the fucking truth. I ain’t kill that bitch or nigga, whatever, that shit won’t me. I told Jamar about you killing his Pops?—”
“Why the fuck would you tell him that?” she cut me off with wide eyes.
“How could I not tell him? That’s my brother and if the shoe was on the other foot I know he would have my back.”
“Snitch ass.” She mumbled under her breath as she snatched the top drawer open.
“Aye yo, I ain’t never been a nigga to let a soul disrespect me, so watch what the fuck you say.”
“Or what Kyrie?” Shifting her weight from one foot to the other her eyes turned to slits.
Any other time I would have trying to stuff her full of dick, but every time I looked at her, all I could see was her killing my Pops. How the fuck was I ever going to look at her the same way?
“Look, I ain’t come over here to have no long conversation with you?—”
“So, what you come over here for?” She cut me off.
“You need to stay low for a few days, I ain’t saying he gon’ kill you, but he need a few days.” I rose from the bed.
“You came over here to warn me about Jamar? The nigga that’s over here two or three times a week with my sister?—”
“The nigga who just found the person responsible for killing his Pops. You ain’t dealing with yo sister’s nigga, he ain’t my brother, not right now. Right now, he on some other shit.” I explained as I made my way to the door.
“Before you go.” She opened her drawer and tossed a velvet black bag on the bed where I was sitting.
“What the fuck is that?” I nodded as I stood by the door.
“Open it. That’s why you killed Kourtney, right? That’s what you want, take the shit.” She shrugged. “Tremaine died trying to get those fucking diamonds and now Kourtney?—”
“Can you shut the fuck up!” I yelled as I snatched the bag off the bed.
Sure, enough the small bag held the diamonds that were once locked in the safe at the warehouse. Her saying she killed my Pops hit me hard but having the diamonds in my hand as proof put a finality on it that I hadn’t expected.
“Just admit you killed her?—”
“For the last time, I ain’t kill that bitch aight?
I should have put a fucking bullet through her head when you told me the truth about her ass.
I didn’t though, so stop fucking accusing me of that shit, unlike you I ain’t got shit to lie about.
” I slipped the diamonds in my pocket and headed back towards the door.
“Fuck you! Stay yo snitching ass the fuck away from me!” she shoved me once making me laugh, but the second push caught me off guard. I turned towards her and grabbed her wrists using them to lead her to the door before I pushed her against it.
“Keep yo hands off me, Blaine.” I pushed her hands away from me and turned away from her.
“I hate you.”
I turned to face her, “Say it again.”
Angry tears clouded her eyes as she glared at me, “I hate you.”
“Good, I hate yo ass too.” I stomped over to her and in one quick motion picked her up pinning her against the door.
“I hate you.” She moaned as I rolled the thin night gown up her body.
I inhaled a nipple while she focused on taking my hair from the bun it was in.
One minute I had her soft body in the air pressed against me and the next we were on the bed connected by more than just the eye contact we held.
Before Blaine sex didn’t mean shit to me, but now I didn’t want to fuck a bitch that wasn’t her.
Sex with Blaine was never boring and her thinking I killed her punk ass best friend hadn’t changed it.
Knowing she killed my Pops didn’t change the level of passion in the room either.
After exchanging orgasms, I laid beside her resting a hand on her hip as I listened to the low lull of her breathing returning to normal.
My fingertips traced the curve of her hip until I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
I woke up and we were both naked still lying beside each other in the same position.
I rested my face against her skin inhaling her sweet scent.
Even after cumming three times and being drenched in sweat I couldn’t get enough of her.
I wanted to be as close to her as possible because I knew after today nothing would be the same between us.
Whatever we called ourselves doing was over, it was no other way it could be.
“I don’t hate you.” I whispered against her supple flesh. “I won’t ever hate you.” I left a kiss on her shoulder before I slipped out of the bed, got dressed and crept out of her room.
Ignoring women throwing pussy through the phone had never been an issue before I started fucking with Blaine. Two nights after I slipped out of her bed and night after night
sleep had skipped over me. Frustration and anger led my finger to scroll through my contacts, but it was my pride that led me away from Blaine’s name.
“Where you at?”
“Hmm, why?” Quasia smacked her lips, but I could hear the smile on her lips. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You good?”
“Meet me at the Holiday Inn Express.” I told her and hung up the phone.