She was the one thing in my world that I couldn't control. And instead of that pissing me off like it should have, it was making me want to claim her in every way possible. The fact that I knew she was only here because she was forced, that shit made me want to break her down and have her here willing.
Now, my first order of business was to make sure every nigga in Dallas knew she was MINE. Make sure nobody ever thought twice about reaching out to her again.
I picked my phone up and called Mars.
"Get the truck ready," I said. "We're making a run."
"Where we headed? What about the drop?”
"Namier is there, it’ll be fine. I gotta go to Greyson Fitness. We got some business with the owner."
I hung up and looked back at Tatti's phone on my desk.
Then I looked toward the door that led to the hallway. Toward my bedroom where she was still sleeping. Still peaceful.
By the end of today, any nigga in the area would know what happened to a man who couldn't take a hint.
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Greyson Fitness was packed for a weekday morning. The kind of gym where niggas came to show off more than actually work out. Mirrors everywhere. Loud music. People flexing and posing instead of grinding. This was a damn content building if you asked me.
I walked in with Mars right behind me. Neither of us said a word. We just moved through the space like we owned it, and people instinctively moved out of the way. When I walked into a room, the air shifted and muthafuckas could feel in their spirit that I wasn’t a nigga to fuck with.
I spotted him on the other side of the gym. Savion Greyson. Personal trainer. The nigga who thought he had a claim on MY bitch and couldn’t get the message that he needed to move around. I knew from looking at him that this had to be a family establishment and that a nigga like him hadn’t built nothing from the ground up.
He was with a woman. Tall. Light-skinned. In gym clothes that showed off her body. He was walking beside her, talking loud enough that everybody could hear him, the way niggas do when they want attention and want to be seen. Lame shit.
As they got closer to the exit, he reached back and slapped her ass hard. This shit threw me for a loop. Cause I knew damn well this wasn’t the same nigga in them text begging like Keith Sweat.
"Can't wait to work you out again," he said, laughing like he was the funniest nigga alive. "Real soon."
She giggled and walked out. And that's when I knew exactly what kind of nigga I was dealing with.
I stepped directly into his path.
"Yo," I said. Just one word. Calm. But the energy around me shifted the whole gym.
He looked up, saw me, and his face went confused. He didn't know me. That was about to change.
"You good?" he asked, like I was just some random nigga in his way.
"That your girl?" I nodded toward where the woman had just walked out.
He laughed like I’d told a fuckin joke. Actually laughed. "One of 'em," he said, puffing his chest out. "Why? You interested?"
I smirked. Just a small one. The kind that said he had no idea what was about to happen.
"Nah," I said. "I'm good. But you need to stay the fuck away from Tattiana and don't text her phone again, lame ass nigga."
The smile dropped off his face. "Who the fuck are you?"
I stepped closer. Close enough that he had to look up at me.
"Her husband," I said.
For a second he just stared at me like I was speaking another language. Then he started laughing again. Like it was a joke. Like I was playing.
That was his mistake.
