10. Turk #2
The lobby’s empty except for the night security when we exit the elevators. As we leaving the building, a blacked out SUV pulls up.
“Who the fuck is that?”
We all look to our right, and of course, Shad’s ass is in the shadows, smoking a cigarette of all things, mugging the car. I curse under my breath, knowing I’m not enough to keep his buff ass under control.
The SUV swerves onto the sidewalk and this black ass nigga Cochise bounces out before it even stops moving. He only got eyes for Wyn, and his expression got me pulling her behind me.
“The fuck you doing with this nigga, Wynter?” he seethes.
“Ay–”
This nigga Shad pulls his strap and got it aimed right at Cochise. “Talk all that tough shit now, Foe.” Muthafucka got the cigarette hanging out the side of his lip like he a mechanic.
“Rahshad! Put the fucking gun down!” Wynter whines, but she lowkey out of it, leaning on me.
“Bro, you tripping.”
“Fuck that nigga, Turk. He talking all that shit, but look at him now. This the type of nigga you want, Wyn?”
I turn to Shad, trying to keep calm. Not only are we on a public street, with cameras, but we on the whole other side of the building from the rooftop, so these niggas really wouldn’t even see this shit if they decided to look down.
We all alone, and I’m the last nigga to be tryna negotiate and shit. “You doing a lot–”
“Patience, watch out.”
I whip my head so fucking fast. My fucking heart stalls, looking at Patience standing between Cochise and Shad’s gun. The barrel is fucking touching her chest, and when he tries to move it, she grips it with her hands and keeps it on herself.
“You shoot him you gone have to shoot me first. You gone kill me, Shad?”
My fists are so tight I feel my nails breaking through the skin. Shad’s dumb ass got his finger on the trigger, so I can’t even take the gun from him. Patience dumb ass really got a barrel to her chest, holding it there, like she not pregnant.
And Cochise bitch ass is smirking. We lock eyes, and this bitch ass nigga winks at me.
Yeah, that nigga a dead man as soon as I catch his ass alone.
Shad lets go of his gun, giving it to Patience. “Wynter, go get in the car with Cochise,” she says.
Wynter’s lit ass slides off my back and stumbles to Cochise, who walks her backwards to his car. He gets her inside, then rounds the front. Before he gets in, he levels a glare at Pay.
“I’m coming back for you, Fox.” I go to snatch the gun from Pay and by the time I got it aimed at the back tires he peels off.
“The fuck was that, Pay?” Shad screeches. “She’s so far gone off her mind and he the reason why! And you just let her go with him!” He got both hands on either side of his head, pacing.
I get a hold of my bro, and bring my forehead to his. “Listen to me. You gotta get a grip, aight? That nigga not finna hurt her. And if he does, you know how we coming.”
“But–”
“You gotta let her do her, Shad. Take it from me. Worrying about one of the Shaw sisters is a slippery slope to crashing out. I’ll hit up Autumn and make sure Wyn straight.”
Shad nods and I let him go.
“Don’t tell Set and them about this shit.”
He looks at me weirdly before glancing at Pay and nodding. “Fasho.”
I hand him back his gun and wait until he’s on the elevator before I close my eyes and do my breathing exercises. Pay’s ass is at least smart enough to shut the fuck up and wait for my instructions, but I don’t even trust myself to say anything to her.
What she did was dumb as hell, completely irresponsible, and reckless.
All the things she’s not. This nigga got her completely off her square.
But what got me the most mad is, I’m not even angry, so much that I’m jealous.
Who the fuck is he to her, that got her jumping in front of guns, putting her life and the life of our baby on the line?
This nigga her first love or some shit? Autumn told me she had a boyfriend before. It’s this nigga?
I reach back and grab her wrist and lead her to the sprinter van. The driver’s there chilling, reading a magazine when I knock on the window.
“Can you take us back to Nut’s and then come back here for them?”
The nigga nods and unlocks the doors so we can climb in. I make her ass go before me, and sit as far away as I can so I can reign in my temper.
But that, just like my dick, won’t go the fuck down.
Pay did that shit for the wrong nigga, but shit, as stupid as that shit was, her stepping to the gun and talking Shad down was the most gangsta thing her square ass ever did.
Pay swear she so bougie, got us thinking she a North Kenton girl who don’t fuck with no thugs and rah rah shit, but she showed her fucking hand tonight, and got me on brick.
I love me a gangsta bitch.
I hate she not being gangsta for me.
When we get back to Nut’s, I help her into my whip and skirt off toward the crib. I guess the adrenaline wore off because now she’s hanging on to the oh shit handle, shooting me dirty looks and shit.
“Can you slow down? I have precious cargo,” she seethes.
“Oh, now you give a fuck about yo baby? My bad, I thought when you jumped in front of a fucking loaded gun you was saying you didn’t give a fuck.”
That shut her ass up.
She doesn't even wait for me to turn the car off before she’s hopping out in the garage.
So shit, I bounce out, too. I follow her to the stairwell, admiring how her ass looks in her dress, or at least I try to.
Every time her heels clack on the floor, I flash back to her protecting that nigga Cochise.
Of him smirking and winking at me. My chest gets hella tight, and before I know it I catch up to her, grabbing hold of her open arm.
“Hey–”
I get us into the crib and push her gently to the elevator doors, caging her in with my hands on either side of her head. Even with her heels I gotta lean down to get into her face. Those doe eyes stare back at me in defiance.
“Move.”
“Who is that nigga to you?”
Before she can even get the lie out her mouth I rest my hand on the base of her throat. “You almost let Shad blow you and yo baby to hell over him. I swear to God you lie to me Ima make you regret it.”
I can barely hold back my smile when I see that spark of fire in her. I don’t even think she can help herself. She just always has to go against me. Always gotta prove I don’t have her exactly where I want her.
I’m sure when she first started coming around she didn’t like me. At all. But somewhere along the way, my little Paypay started seeing what everyone else sees. And that night she decided to fuck was the first crack in her armor. It’s gonna be so much fun stripping the rest of it away.
“Do your worst.”
I chuckle once, sliding my hand up her slender neck, tilting her head up.
I swipe my thumb from her bottom lip to her chin, leaning down until our lips almost touch.
She shudders when my other hand slides up her inner thigh, taking her dress up.
“Short ass dress. Your pussy’s damn near out, princess. ”
She gasps; whether it’s from my fingertips rubbing her drenched thong or from the pet name I don’t know.