Maniac
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
For days, Wren has been talking about this new book that had come out and how she wanted to get it. All she had to do was mention that shit one time, and I was gon’ make it happen. Call me Mr. Make it happen when it comes to her.
I woke her up and told her to get dressed but didn’t tell her where we were going. I’ve been waiting downstairs for her to come down for the last hour. For someone who wears little to no makeup, she damn sure got dressed like someone who does.
Finally, Wren came downstairs in these pink slacks, a white button-down shirt underneath a pink and white sweater.
Her hair is pressed and flowing down her back, something that I wasn’t used to seeing.
The day before, I found out from her calendar that she had a hair appointment, so I reached out to shawty and told her to foot me the bill.
The smile on Wren’s face when she FaceTimed me to thank me was everything. I love doing shit to make her smile.
“Sexy mama,” I said as I lifted to my feet. Only Wren can make something so simple look good as fuck. She’d even put on the pink glasses to match her outfit.
“You like, huh?” Stepping to me, she gripped me by my shirt and pulled me down toward her lips.
Her teeth sank into my cheek. When she first started doing that bullshit, I used to ask her ass if she was hungry.
Because why the fuck are you biting me? I’ve grown used to it by now. I figured it was love bites.
Her lips covered mine and she released me. I led her toward the door and we left the house. Opening the passenger door on my Ferrari, I waited for her to get inside before shutting the door and rounding to my side.
Hopping into the car, I pulled out the driveway and headed start Books A Million. I’ve never stepped foot in that store in my life, but today I was about to go in there. When I pulled up in front of the store, Wren turned to me with her mouth agape.
“Are we really about to go in there?”
“Didn’t that new book you wanted just came out?”
Releasing herself from her seat belt, she flew over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re the best.”
Shit like that strokes my mufucking ego. The reason why I’d do anything for Wren is because she knew exactly how to handle me.
Getting out the car, I went around and opened the door for Wren. She got out and took me by the hand. We entered the store, and her eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas morning. I followed her around as she picked up several books she wanted. It’s her world. Whatever she wants, she can have.
We made it to the line at the register with my arms weighing heavily with books. This girl had picked up at least ten books. At the rate she’s going, I’m gon’ have to build her a proper bookshelf.
As we stood in line, I heard a masculine voice say, “Wren?”
My head whipped in that direction, and I saw this lil nigga standing not too far away from us. He ain’t have shit in his hands, so I don’t know why he was even in here in the first place.
“Who the fuck is that?” I questioned her when she turned and saw him.
“Nobody,” she replied, focusing her attention back on the line, which was now moving.
That right there turned my ears hot. A nigga in here acting like he know my woman and she telling me he nobody.
Bitches pulled that shit whenever they were fucking with a nigga on the side and didn’t want to get caught up.
Wren didn’t move like that. At least from what I could see.
“Who the fuck are you?” I asked him since she ain’t want to give me any answers. He better have the right response or God gon’ be meeting another one of his children tonight.
“Mind yo’ business, partner.”
“Big mistake.” I removed my black card from my wallet and handed it over to Wren before placing her books on the counter. “Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?” I asked him as I closed in on him.
“I’m talking to you, nigga. Fuck out my face.
I’m—” Before he could even finish his sentence, I jacked that nigga up by the collar of his shirt and backed him toward the exit.
I wasn’t about to fuck these people’s establishment up with his blood out of respect of Wren, but the concrete outside is fair game.
I tossed the nigga out the door onto the sidewalk.
Soon as he lifted his face, the shit was met with the tip of my shoe.
“I’on know who the fuck you think you is, but you don’t approach my woman.
” Lifting him with the collar of his shirt, I punched his ass in the face with my free hand. “You gon’ learn some fucking respect.”
“She was mine before she was yours.” He coughed up a mouth full of blood mixed with salvia and spit on the ground next to him.
“Nigga, she ain’t never belong to you.” Releasing him, I went over to the outside area and grabbed one of the black metal chairs. The shit crashed down on his head as he tried to pull himself up.
“Maniac!” Wren screamed my name. If she hadn’t said anything, I would’ve beat this nigga to sleep out here.
Placing the chair back on the ground, I took her by the hand and walked her over to the car.
We got inside and the nigga pulled himself up from the ground.
His mouth moved. Probably talking shit. I backed out my space and was prepared to leave ’til the mufucka hit the hood of my car with his palm and then stepped in front of it.
He couldn’t just take his ass whupping and get the fuck on.
“Get out the car, nigga,” he said through bloody teeth. The knot that already formed on his forehead should’ve been criminal. I know they can spot his ass from space.
I mashed down on the gas, ready to run this nigga over but the car slammed on brakes before I was able to. Wren whipped her head in my direction, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“This nigga asking to be returned to sender.” I reached for my gun.
“Please just leave,” Wren begged.
My eyes cut in her direction and I said, “I just know you don’t still got feelings for this nigga.”
“No, he just isn’t worth the bullet. You already beat him. Just let it go.”
My jaw muscles tightened. I was never known to let some shit go. “A’ight.” I backed up and went in the opposite direction. This nigga thought he won, but I got something for his ass.