His head rolled to the side when Renza let him go, without a single reaction comin’ from him, and that’s when it really hit me that he wasn’t just hurt… he was knocked the fuck out.
“Don’t ever try to put no nigga in my face,” he said, lookin’ dead at me. “’Cause this gon’ always be the fuckin’ outcome.”
I couldn’t even speak…
Security rushed over, but soon as they saw Renza, they slowed down.
Renza pulled his gun out, pointin’ it just enough to make his point clear.
“Y’all niggas know me in this bitch, so don’t make this shit worse than it already is,” he said. “Back the fuck up!”
Nobody argued. They moved the hell out his way like they knew he would shoot the whole damn club up.
Mecca stood off to the side with her eyes wide, not sayin’ a word. I was still stuck in place until Renza grabbed my arm again and started walkin’ me out.
“Renza—”
“Yo’, just shut up!” he snapped.
Outside, the air hit different, but the tension didn’t leave.
“Mecca, I’m good!” I called out.
She hesitated, then nodded slowly like she knew better than to get into me and Renza’s shit.
By the time we got to his car, I yanked my arm back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
He turned on me quick, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them before. “Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me, Reni.”
“That shit you just did was not cool!” I snapped. “You look crazy as hell!”
“That’s what you been askin’ for,” he shot back. “You treatin’ me like I’m some hoe ass nigga, puttin’ other niggas in my face like I won’t kill one of them niggas!”
My chest rose and fell with anger mixin’ in a way I couldn’t even sort out.
“You don’t own me!” I yelled.
He stepped closer like he didn’t hear a word I just said, his face still tight from everything that just happened.
“Girl, ain’t nobody said shit about ownin’ you,” he shot back. “But you not finna play with me like I’m some nigga you can swap out when you feel like it either.”
I let out a dry laugh, shakin’ my head at him. “Oh, now you care how I move, huh? Now you wanna act like you want me in public, grabbin’ on me and beatin’ niggas up in front of everybody, but when I was tryna be out with you, when I wanted to be seen with you for real, you made that shit feel like it was a problem.”
His brows pulled together. “Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”
“Yes, I’m serious, nigga!” I snapped. “You pick and choose when you wanna act like I matter, and I’m tired of that shit, Renza!”
“I been showin’ you off,” he came back quick. “The whole fuckin’ island know yo’ crazy ass! Muthafuckas know you mine. Just ’cause you ain’t met my entire family, now I’m doin’ you dirty?”
I stared at him like he sounded stupid. “That shit sound dumb as hell, and you know it. You full of shit.”
His jaw tightened, and he took another step closer. “Nah, you makin’ it seem like I been treatin’ you foul, and I ain’t been on that with you. Not once. I been blowin’ yo’ fuckin’ phone up for a week straight, and you think it’s a fuckin’ game.”
I laughed again, but it ain’t have no humor in it. “You just don’t get it.”
“Nah, I get it,” he cut in. “You want a different type of nigga. You want somebody that move how you want, when you want, and I keep tellin’ you I’m not that.”
“And I keep tellin’ you I’m not askin’ for no crazy shit!” I shot back. “I’m askin’ for you to act like you serious about me!”
