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Morgan sat on the closed toilet with her head down.
The way that juice had me feeling for a moment, I was ready to put her truths in the back of my mind and fuck on her, but I guess the shrooms were doing a number on her emotions.
I wasn’t the nigga to judge, and I wanted to be understanding.
In my eyes, we all had a past, and maybe at the time of her saying I do, she felt like it was the best thing for her.
I reached out to her. “Rich Girl, look at me, please,” I asked.
When she lifted her head, her eyes were red. I didn’t understand, but I wanted to. “Why are you crying?”
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Because it was something that I had been holding onto for a long time. It was something I had become ashamed of, and I don’t want that to mess things up for us,” she said softly.
I squatted down in front of her. “Never be ashamed of your decisions, it’s what makes you who you are. Shit, I’m working through that myself. I’m far from perfect, but your past decision doesn’t determine how I feel about you,” I paused.
She reached out and stroked my face, “You sure, because saying you want to kill yourself sounds different to me.”
I laughed. “I got demons, baby, but that has nothing to do with you. Keep being the girl I met and we going to be good. Now, stop crying, mayne, you’re too pretty for that shit.”
She let out a light giggle. “Whatever, look, just know having money doesn’t always equal happiness. So, although I love the name, stop calling me Rich Girl.”
I nodded slowly. “Can I call you baby instead?”
Her tongue slid across her lip before biting it. “Yes.”
“Good. Now tell me about your ex-husband. Who’s that nigga?”
She stared at me long and hard. “His name is Papi and—”
The door flung open to Dio, looking at both of us. “Yeah, I was listening. You know where that nigga lives at?”
I glanced at Morgan, then at Dio. I stood up. “She doesn’t have to tell you shit.”
Dio dropped his head before he brought his eyes back up to me.
“You know, you got a lot of heart. You’re not like Keith bitch ass.
I’ll ease up on you for the sake of the crew,” he paused as he nodded.
“Because I know what that shit is like to have a demon riding your back. To want to end it all because an out seems easier than dealing with it all. It takes courage to keep it together. However,” he paused again as he looked at Morgan.
“I want you to take me to that nigga because he and his crew are dead.”
The sound of Samara screaming and crying startled us, and Dio rushed out of the bathroom. “Mars, baby, what’s wrong?”
“It-it’s Chevy, he’s been shot.”
Then Peanut shot up while Streets struggled to get up. “Ayo, we got to go.”
I didn’t know whether to stay back or ride out with them, but I knew I couldn’t stay here. “Let me call Beans.”
Dio glanced at me. “Fuck that, I’m going over there,” he said as he swung the door open to a nigga flying through his door.
“Gang, what the fuck!” Dio shouted.
Beans walked toward the doorstep. The nigga was in a different form. The shit was kind of freaky, but he resembled the beast character from his game.