Chapter 12 #4
Thankful that Lunden’s new dark gray Benz was sitting right out front of his spot, she parallel parked her Benz right behind him.
She pulled her 40 Glock gun from under her seat and got out.
She walked straight to the house and through the gate, mad as hell.
The look on Pretti’s face had her fuming.
“Aye, yo, what the fuck you doing, Storm?” One of Lunden’s workers asked as he trailed behind her through the house.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga. Where the fuck is my cousin?” she roared as she walked through the house.
“He in the kitchen, workin’,” the man replied, confused.
When she walked into the kitchen, she spotted her cousin sitting at the table with a girl on his lap. She was snorting a line of cocaine while Lunden coached her. She looked no younger than eighteen and already strung out on drugs.
“Yeah, snort all that shit up and tell me what you think,” he said, not even noticing Storm was in the kitchen.
“For real, Lunden King Campanella? This how you do my friend? Sit up with some coke head, young bitch!” Storm shouted, finally causing him to look at her.
“Aye yo, what the fuck you doing in here with that burner? Who let her in here with a gun?” Lunden asked with a frown on his face while looking at his men, who followed her into the kitchen and didn’t do anything.
However, they knew not to fuck with his big cousin. She was a tiny little woman but just as hard as the niggas around her. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Aye bitch, get the fuck up and get out of here before I blast your ass!” Storm shouted at the young girl still sitting on Lunden’s lap. The girl ran out without a second thought. She may be high as a kite, but she wanted her life.
Storm sat down and put her gun on the table.
“Aye, what the fuck is your problem, Storm? You crazy or something?” he asked, puzzled.
“Nigga, you been chasing Pretti since she moved here. You didn't even give another nigga a chance at her or let her explore her options. Now you finally got her virginity, and you just leave her and laugh at her? Are you fucking stupid? She doesn’t have nobody but Dexz and us, and you be treating her like shit. If it was me that you was with, your ass would be stabbed. Now I gotta be her protector from you. You’re supposed to be her protector from these other niggas, but you out here acting weird.
Yo’ mama ain't raise you to be a fuckin’ lame, Lunden! ” she preached.
He sighed and sent his goons out of the kitchen.
“Look, Storm. I was drunk last night, and I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I woke up and bounced because I don’t think I can do this love shit. She ain’t like the girls I’m used to, so I’d rather just back away.”
Storm’s eyes bulged out of her head. She wanted to pick up her gun and shoot him in the kneecaps, but she kept it cool.
“Well, you should have thought about that last night, dumb ass, grown-ass nigga. If you don’t snap the fuck out of it and go home to that girl, I'ma kill your ass.”
“I don’t think I can–”
“What do you mean, you don’t think you can?
You sound like a bitch!” She gave him a puzzled look, and Lunden knew she was serious.
He had seen his cousin in action over the ones she loved, and clearly, she was not playing about her new friend.
He did love Pretti, but he was scared to make a commitment now that he had taken her virginity.
He knew that he should’ve stopped himself the night before, but he couldn’t undo what he had done.
“I love the fuck out that girl, but I don’t know if I can take being with her. She’s beautiful and independent. I be ready to body niggas over her. I’m not tryna do no time over no bitch.”
“Dexz did. You think he only locked up because of drugs? He knocked a nigga out for her, so I’ma assume you pussy.” Storm continued to chastise him so he would think straight.
“Man, I hear you. She just different.”
“She’s not one of them project hoes, so don’t ruin her.
I want her to leave your ass alone, but I’ve seen your potential.
You can’t just fuck and leave this one under my watch.
Now, do you want to be with her or not? Because I’m getting impatient, and I'm about to shoot you.” She picked up her gun and cocked it back.
“Damn, big cousin, okay. Yeah, I do want to be with her. What should I do to make shit right?”
“You better buy her some roses or some shit. She likes pink roses, and you need to go all out for her. Buy out the whole fucking Gucci store if you have to.” Storm stood up with her gun in her hand and pointed it at Lunden’s temple.
He moved back quickly. “Because if you don’t, I’ma murder your dumb ass.
” She pulled the trigger, causing him to think he lost his life, but the gun was empty.
She only brought it to scare him. She knew he was strapped too, but she also knew he would never pull out on her, as she did to him more than once.
She blurted out a sinister laugh. “You my cousin, but Pretti is my bestie now and like a sister to me. I’ll body your ass, lil boy. Get ya’ shit togetha’.”
“Get your stupid ass out my spot before we have a problem, for real,” Lunden gritted through clenched teeth. He was mad his cousin checked him, but she was right, so he did what he had to do.