KYRIE
Without thinking I lifted my gun and pointed it at Blaine, “What the fuck you just say?”
I stepped towards her and she stepped away from me towards her now opened door. As I stepped closer to her and she backed away, I watched fear fill her pretty almond shaped eyes.
“What the fuck did you say?” I whispered. I heard her, but I needed her to say it again.
“I’m sorry.” She looked away from me.
“For months you listened to me talk about—” I couldn’t say it.
Until I met Jamar and his family I never knew what a real family was.
The foster parents I had were cool, but I knew they were just biding their time absorbing the money from the government until they were tired of taking care of the sick kid.
Most of the families I was sent to live with had foster mother’s that didn’t work and those were the homes with multiple kids.
I grew up learning to take care of myself, most of the time I was in the hospital anyway.
Jamar’s parents never made me feel less than a son.
They were good to me, loved me, invested time into building more than just another nigga. And the woman that I couldn’t stop thinking about was responsible for killing the only father I’d ever known.
“Kyrie, I didn’t know—you knew Allen was Tremaine’s brother and you said?—”
“Tank? That’s the nigga you was in love with? That’s the nigga you was tripping all over yourself about?” I frowned. “You killed my Pops over a nigga that barely gave a fuck about you?”
“I killed the mothafucka responsible for killing the love of my life.” She spat. I shook my head and moved towards the door.
“Kyrie, please.” Blaine grabbed my arm.
“Get the fuck off me.” I barked pushing her away from me. I bit down on my bottom lip as hard as I could before I walked out of the apartment ignoring Blaine’s cries and the unconscious bleeding nigga in the hallway.
***
“Kyrie...please talk to me, I really need to talk to you.” Blaine’s voice cried out over my voicemail.
Hearing her voice tugged at my heartstrings pissing me off even more.
I should have gone home, but I didn’t. Instead I went to the trap and spent the night sleeping on a beat-up ass couch, serving fiends all night.
“Aye, nigga, fuck you doing sleeping here?” Jamar nudged me.
“Minding my damn business nigga.”
I sat up and cleared my throat before I looked round the empty room.
“Where them niggas go?”
“I put them niggas out, what’s up with you? Why you here?” Jamar repeated.
“I was working and just fell asleep nigga.”
“You and Blaine straight?”
“Fuck her, I’m good.”
“Since when? You can’t be too good, yo big ass stretched out across this funky ass couch and not up her?—”
“Aye, on some real shit, I ain’t in the mood to talk about shit right now.” I rose from the couch and stormed out the door. I couldn’t be around Jamar right now.
I ended up at Cristal’s house waiting for her to finish cooking my shit.
“You should have called or texted me before you came, and you wouldn’t have to wait.” She called out from the kitchen.
“It’s cool, I ain’t in a rush.” I stretched my legs and ignored the back to back vibrate of my phone. I didn’t need to check it to know it was Blaine calling me, the more I didn’t
answer the more calls she seemed to make. I put my phone on do not disturb and let my head rest on the back of the couch while I dozed off. I woke up what felt like a minute later when Cristal’s hand gripped my dick.
“What you doing?”
“If you need to ask, maybe I ain’t doing it right.” She squatted between my legs and unzipped my jeans all the way before pulling my dick out and squeezing it.
“Stop playing with that mothafucka.” I told her.
She smirked before nibbling on my head and then pushing my dick to the back of her throat forcing me to close my eyes again. I gripped the back her head controlling her movements until I was cuming down her throat.
“Really nigga?” she rolled her eyes and wiped the corners of her mouth.
“Aye, how much longer until my shit ready?”
She sat back on her ankles with a deep scowl on her face, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was good with or without the head, I didn’t ask for.
“I mean damn you can’t return the favor or bless a bitch with some dick?” She rose to her feet.
“Maybe another time, a nigga busy shorty.”
I wasn’t lying. I had shit to do and stopping to pick up the product I was paying her to cook for me was on my to-do list. I hadn’t spoken to Blaine in almost three days and I had no plans to talk to her no matter how many times she called.
She knew she was dead ass wrong which was why she kept calling me instead of coming to my house.
The one person to take up time with me and show me how to be a man was taken from me by the woman I loved.
No matter how I tried to spin the shit, I couldn’t, I loved her.
Truthfully, I’d been in love with her since I was fifteen and now that I’d had the opportunity to have her in my arms, I couldn’t walk away.
But every time I thought about her now that I knew exactly who she was, pissed me the fuck off.
“You dodging calls from Quasia or Blaine?” Cristal smirked.
“I’m waiting on yo chatty Cathy ass to get my shit so I can get the fuck on.”
Cristal rolled her eyes but made her way to the back of the apartment just as it was a knock at the door.
I pulled my gun from behind my back and sat it in my lap while she came from the back and dropped my bag at my feet.
I unzipped the bag and eyed my bricks while I ear hustled the conversation going on at the door.
“Who the fuck you got in this bitch, Cris?” some nigga pressed her. “None of yo fucking business.”
“Man, you gon’ make me nut up?—”
“I’m out.” I spoke from behind Cristal as I made my way past her.
“Oh, shit my bad, Kyrie. I ain’t even?—”
“No problem, big dog.” I draped him and kept moving out the apartment. Whatever she had going on with her dude ain’t have shit to do with me.
***
“What am I doing here?” I looked around the packed club. The barbershops were Jamar’s thing for the most part and the club was mine. When I walked in I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bar even though I had nothing to say to her. But where was she if she wasn’t here?
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you walking around with yo ass on your shoulders, cussing everybody out and shit. I know you ain’t trying to talk about whatever it is you got going on, but we ain’t hung out and just kicked it in a minute.” He told me as he relaxed in the booth.
I let the idea of staying at the club bounce around my head for a second.
The past three or four days had been filled with none stop running from trap to trap collecting money, exchanging product and counting it all.
Usually, Jamar and I split the responsibilities, but I took it all on without Jamar having to ask me to do shit.
I needed to do something to keep my mind off Blaine and the repeat of the last time I saw her.
It didn’t matter what I was doing though, she was always on my mind.
“Hey fellas!” Cristal announced before dropping her body into my lap. My first intention was to drop her half-naked ass to the floor, but after a quick survey her juicy thighs rubbing against me made my decision for me.
“Look at y’all getting all cozy and shit.” Jamar laughed.
“Ain’t nobody paying you to sit on yo ass.” I nudged Cristal off my lap.
I glanced over at the bar just in time to see Blaine staring at me.
I knew the minute I walked in that Blaine would be here eventually.
I stayed because she wasn’t working the bar when I came in and I wanted to know where she was.
Now, I knew, she was at the bar across from me shooting daggers my way.
“Except you kinda do though.” She grinned as she stood beside the table.
“Send us two bottles and move around, aight?” I slide three hundred-dollar bills across the table.
“Thank you daddy.” She flicked out her tongue playfully.
“You see this shit?” I asked Jamar when she finally skipped away from the table. “I told you to hire the bitch, not fuck her.”
“Man, I ain’t fuck that damn girl.” I laughed but stopped when my eyes met Blaine’s sad ones again. We shared an intense stare down before someone blocked our connection preventing me from seeing where she went once the path was clear.
“You want to go?” Jamar asked glancing back at the bar for a second.
“Nah, we can?—”
“I don’t know what the fuck you did to my sister but showing up here parading yo new bitch ain’t cool. I don’t give a fuck if you do own this mothfucaka, fuck you!” Fallen pushed a bottle of Hennessy towards me.
“What? Where the fuck is all that coming from?” I frowned.
“It’s coming from yo bitch ass!” She snapped.
“Hold up baby.” Jamar rose and grabbed Fallen by the waist before she could step any closer to me.
“Nah, nigga fuck you!” She continued her rant as Jamar held her back.
“Fallen, it’s fine, let it go.” Blaine’s voice spoke clear now that the D.J. had the music turned down.
“It’s not fucking fine!” Fallen spat.
Blaine’s dark brown eyes seared into mine as she stood three feet away from me.
I watched as we inhaled and exhaled at the same time, I tried my hardest to make sure we were in sync as I studied her.
To anybody else maybe she looked upset or stressed, but I really knew her, and I knew that look in her eyes was the same stone-cold look she got
when she talked about her ex. She moved her eyes away from me and dragged Fallen away from Jamar without saying shit else.
“Aye, what the fuck is going on with you and Blaine? I thought y’all would work whatever it is that got y’all beefing out.” He told me.
“Nah.” I walked past Jamar and out the club.
“Why you standing by my car?”
My eyes traveled up her curves stopping briefly at her wide hips before stopping at the deep cut in the front of her shirt leading to her exposed breasts and hardened nipples.
Memories of me resting my head on her perfect breasts floated through my mind making it damn near impossible for me to focus on being mad at her.
“My face is up here.” She snapped her finger in my face.
“Why you out here by my car?” I repeated.
“I—I just need to talk to you.” She tucked her hair behind her ear nervously. “So, talk.” I gritted.
“Just like that? Just talk out here like?—”
“What the fuck you expect from me? I been bending over backwards for you?—”
“HOW?” She yelled stepping towards me. “You back off every time I get close to you, every time it seems like we’re getting somewhere. That’s what you call bending over backwards?” She scoffed.
“I can’t talk to you right now.” I stepped towards my car.
Blaine stepped past me and blocked my car with her body making it impossible to not see her...smell her...want her.
“Get the fuck away from my car.” I whispered.
“Or what? You gon’ shoot me? Would you kill me, Kyrie?” She wiped a stray tear away as she glared at me.
I gripped the front of her neck holding her in place as I closed the space between us. Our lips connected and I forgot the reason I was mad at her to begin with. I pinned her hands against the truck while I buried my face in her neck getting lost in her scent.
“Kyrie, baby I need you.” She moaned.
I pushed away from her creating a foot or so of distance between us as my chest heaved up and down.
“You need me? Do you fucking here yourself, right now? The only time you think about needing me is when it comes to some dick, how that shit sound?”
“I didn’t mean?—”
“Of course, you didn’t mean it like that.
Yea, poor fucking Blaine, everything that happens to you is so fucked up.
You grew up knowing and being loved by both fucking parents, yo big sister love the fuck out yo little ass, and even yo best friend envy yo ass.
You almost had me, yo you really almost had me. ” I laughed.
“Fuck you Kyrie! Fuck you!” She pushed my chest violently, but I didn’t move.
“Yea, it’s fuck me, that’s all you want to do is fuck me.” I grabbed her wrists holding her tightly. “I treated you with respect, I didn’t lie to you, or have a bunch of females in yo face about me, but that won’t enough for you. I guess I have to do you dirty like Tank?—”
She slapped the shit out of me, stopping me from saying anything, making me laugh instead, “I wish I never would have met yo ass, my fantasy of the real Blaine Sutton was so much better.” I spat out the blood filling my mouth, moved to my car and got in.