Chapter 15
Crew
The next morning
When the sheer curtains exposed the sunlight, my eyes shot open, and Bria was sitting on the side of the bed in a silk robe, with something hot steaming from a cup.
“Good morning she smiled brightly.
“Good morning, how did you sleep?”
“Like a fucking baby.”
She reached over and rubbed across my chest.
“I'm sure you did. I hope you had fun last night.”
“Why are you saying hope like you don't know what the fuck you did to me. I haven’t had that much fun since I went to Coney Island as a child.”
She laughed because she knew what the fuck she had done to me.
“So, what are your plans for today?”
“Is that your way of telling me to get the fuck up out of here?”
“No, not at all. I'm just asking because I was wondering if you had time for breakfast, that’s all.”
“Of course, I do. I always have time to eat. You will learn that about me. What kind of food do you have?”
“Well, I was thinking we could do avocado toast and egg whites. Something light and fluffy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her ass.
“Nah, baby girl. I'm from the hood, so you can leave that Manhattan shit where it's at. Put that bread in the oven and substitute that avocado for some cinnamon and butter, like my mama used to make.”
“Oh, my god. You just brought back such a fond memory of my childhood. My grandma used to make that on the weekends when we would spend time with her. With a little syrup, too. I'm getting on that right away.”
She got up from the bed and went to the kitchen, and the sound of rattling pans filled her condo.
I made my way into the restroom, and Bria had all the fixings and personal hygiene shit I needed sitting on the counter.
She even laid out an extra toothbrush for me.
She had the same hospitality that I showed her when she was my guest. That shit stood out to me.
Most women only want dick and don’t give a fuck how you leave out of their spot.
After I brushed my teeth, I made my way back out to the kitchen, where she was preparing breakfast, looking sexy as fuck in that silk robe. Every time she reached for something in the top cabinet, I got a little peek of her ass.
That shit turned me on so much because Bria was the type of girl that you don’t see her body exposed like this every day.
Most females I fuck with make it so any nigga on the street could see their ass cheeks, but not Bria.
Her ass was covered up most of the time, but now I was in here getting a show I had never seen before.
It felt more personal. It made me want to stick my dick in her right now and listen to her struggle to breathe like last night.
Bria finished the cinnamon toast and made some eggs before pouring herself and me a glass of cold water. I tore my plate up and then sat on her couch to let my food digest.
“Are you satisfied, Crew?”
“Yeah, for the second time since I've been here. Come here.”
I invited her into my lap so we could get to the conversation that needed to be had.
Bria sat down in my lap, and I rubbed up her thigh onto her ass over her smooth ass skin. Her entire body felt like warm silk under my hands.
“So, you still feel like you don’t want to tell me what's going on with the nigga that’s snitching on me?”
“Crew, I told you that information is some shit that I didn't want to let you know because I'm not trying to get you in trouble or expose the person that told me.”
“So, the nigga Marcus that told you put some shit like that on your heart, and you agreed to keep it a secret when you know that you fuck with the nigga it’s about?”
“Crew at the time we didn't fuck with each other like that.”
“Yeah, but you always knew that was going to happen.”
“No, I didn't.” She rolled her eyes with a smirk, and I pulled her closer to me.
“Why not? I feel like the chemistry has been there. At least it’s been for me.”
“I mean, yeah, it has, but I'm a lawyer, and you are a criminal.”
“Shit, that seems like it goes hand-in-hand to me. Don’t you think?” she laughed.
“Get real, Crew.”
I could see how soft her voice was now. Talking to her used to be like talking to a lawyer in a courtroom, but now I feel like I am talking to an actual person. A person I could manipulate if I wanted to, though there is only one thing I would actually manipulate shortly about. Who snitching on me.
“For real though gorgeous. Can you tell me who is after me so that I won’t be killed or sent away because of some shit that could be prevented? I’m not going to do anything crazy to them. I want to be more aware, that's all.”
"Crew, I saw you stand up in the middle of gunfire and fire shots back at whoever last night. I’m pretty sure you’ll get your get-back."
“And, no matter what happens, know it will never get back to you. Show me loyalty, and I'll show you why I get away with everything I do. I don't move sloppy. You act like I would openly expose you to anything."
She exhaled deeply and then looked me in the face.
“So, who the fuck is it, Bria? Tell me who I need to watch out for so I don't get blindsided.” I grabbed her chin and kissed her on the lips.
“Okay,” she said heavily.
“His name is Gio.”
“Gio?” I squinted my eyes.
“Yeah, he’s supposedly Hov's uncle. He got into some kind of trouble back in Jersey and made a deal."
"Same shit that hoe ass nigga Kairo did, I see."
“Yep, most of the time, that’s what men in that predicament do. I see it all the time.”
“Yeah, that’s crazy.”
I kept my true feelings hidden because I didn’t want her to think her telling me was a mistake.
But right then and there, I knew I was going to wipe this nigga off the Earth. Being up under my mama and trying to snake me would never end well. One thing I'm not about to play about in the world is my mama and my children. Gio won't make it to see tomorrow.
Bitch ass nigga not using me for a lighter sentence because I’m about to give him a harsher one, death.