Chapter 5
5
“ W hat the hell is going on?!” he yelled while standing in my front doorway.
“This is a quiet neighborhood, nigga. Pipe down,” I replied.
“Then let me in!” He was actually getting louder.
“Can’t do that. What you need?”
Zaccai’s eyes narrowed at me. “I know the-fuck that woman is not here.”
“I know the-fuck you ain’t speaking on my woman. That’s what I know.”
“Moody told me you dropped your security last night, and I figured she had something to do with it. Pussy that good?”
“Come in, little brother,” I offered, keeping my voice steady.
He smirked, stepping into the foyer. I closed the door and stared at my sibling for a moment before I spoke. “What were you saying?”
“I was asking if the pussy was that good. First, you pine over her for fucking decades. Now, you risk your life for her, worrying our mother and shit? She’s a damn employee!”
Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did next, but he was talking about my woman, the love of my damn life. Brother or not, he’d crossed the fucking line. So, I lifted the gun I’d been holding, aiming it at his head. Side note: I never answered the door empty handed.
“You’re gonna shoot your own fucking brother over some ass?!” he shrieked.
“ That ass? Absolutely. Call my bluff. Say that shit again.”
“You would break our mother’s heart over a woman? Come on, Bo!”
I shrugged. “It is what it is.”
When I looked up and saw Memphis at the top of the stairs wrapped in a sheet with her gun drawn, I smiled, and my heart started doing some of that Olympic breakdancing.
“I heard arguing. Would’ve come sooner but I had to piss,” she explained, dropping her gun hand. She kept that shit on her, too.
My soulmate.
Zaccai turned to look at her, mumbling, “Damn, I forgot how fine she is.”
“Nigga, I promise I will kill you,” I gritted.
“Oh, it’s him. I’m going back to bed,” Memphis said, rolling her eyes.
Both me and Zaccai watched her leave because Memphis had an ass that could make a man change religions.
Then he said, “Pussy got to be top fucking tier with a body like that. She thick as a ham hock!”
So, I shot him in the right foot, or maybe it was the ankle. Either way, I shot his ass.
He howled as he fell to the floor.
“Stop all that yelling and shit. You know I got neighbors! Why you think I used a silencer?”
“Motherfucker, you shot me!” he wailed.
“Just a warning shot. Watch what you say about my woman. Now, get your ass out of here, bleeding all over my damn floor and shit.”
“Nigga, how?! You shot me in my foot!”
“Crawl, slither, I don’t give a fuck! Just go! And go out through the garage.”
His dumb ass actually crawled out of my house.
On day two of my captivity, I was fed, watered, and fucked relentlessly. At the present moment, Bo was devouring my pussy while I was bent over the bathroom vanity.
When he spread my ass cheeks and dragged his tongue up my crack, I cried out, “You so fucking nasty!”
Moments later, we were in the shower together, and I couldn’t help thinking that maybe if he wasn’t himself, this could be good. However, he was himself. He was vindictive and manipulative and heinous. He shot his own damn brother. He might’ve had a silencer on that gun, but I heard Zaccai hit the floor and howl. Plus, I saw Bo cleaning up the blood. He had the whole house smelling like bleach. I didn’t bother to ask Bo why he did it because it didn’t matter. What mattered was he shot his blood kin.
As he washed my body, I thought about how much I hated him…and how much I always would.