“What the fuck do you want?” he snapped immediately.
I heard Marissa start talking fast on the other end, but Kyrie cut her off quick as hell.
“Nah, bitch. Don’t call my phone, talking about you miss me or any of that weird shit. Matter fact, why the fuck you still got my number?”
His jaw tightened while he listened for a second before laughing coldly.
“You’re delusional as hell.” He shook his head before standing up from the couch. “Ain’t nobody checking for you over here. You’re calling while I’m laid up with my wife, looking stupid as fuck right now.”
The second he said wife, my stomach did a little flip.
Marissa must’ve said something slick because Kyrie’s expression got even darker.
“Listen to me carefully,” he said, his voice dropping low in that dangerous-ass tone he got. “You keep calling my phone, bothering my wife, and inserting yourself where the fuck you don’t belong, and I’ma stop being nice about this shit.”
He started pacing slowly across the room while rubbing his hand over his beard.
“I don’t want you. I’m not finna choose you. And whatever little fantasy you got in yo’ head about me leaving Sianni? Kill that shit immediately.”
I stayed quietly, watching him go off.
As a matter of fact, watching him defend me like that did something to me.
“And another thing,” Kyrie continued. “You lucky Sianni ain’t beat yo’ ass worse than she already did, because if a nigga ever put hands on her the way she did you? I would’ve put his ass in the ground.”
I blinked, looking over at him.
He meant that shit too.
Marissa started yelling through the phone loud enough for both of us to hear her.
Kyrie pulled the phone away from his ear with an irritated look before putting it back.
“Bitch, are you done?”
More yelling.
“Yeah, aight.” He nodded slowly. “Keep playing if you want to. But stop calling my damn phone. Matter fact—” He looked over at me. “Baby, what happened the last time you saw her?”
A smirk pulled at my lips instantly. “I beat her ass in the movie theater bathroom.”
Kyrie looked back ahead. “Exactly. So why the fuck would you willingly sign up for another ass-whooping?”
I heard Marissa start cussing on the other end.
Kyrie started laughing.
Not funny laughing either. The dangerous kind.
“Yeah, you mad now.” He rubbed his beard before shaking his head. “You embarrassing yourself, shawty.”
Then his face suddenly went blank.
“Lose this number.”
And just like that, he hung up on her.
“Kyrie, the next time I see that hoe, I’m gon’ do more than I did before. I’m breaking her fucking jaw,” I muttered.
