Love walked over and helped me up, then kicked Gio in his face.
“Bitch, she won’t help you!” he said to Gio.
“You good?” Love asked.
I nodded, and he sat back down.
“Come finish me off, baby, I’m finna nut.”
I smirked and got back on my knees while Gio lay on the floor behind us, bleeding out.
“Ooou, Islah,” he said as I felt his dick throbbing in my mouth. “I’ma get this nut.”
I swallowed all of him, sat up, and licked my lips as he pulled his pants up and stood up.
We went and stood over Gio, trying to see if he was dead, but his eyes moved slowly in our direction.
“This nigga just don’t want to die!” I yelled out.
Love laughed. “It’s okay, luv… We’ll help him out.”
I looked up at Love and nodded.
He grabbed my hand, and I followed him to the kitchen, looking around for what we could start a fire with.
In the garage, I found some gas while Love grabbed some bottles off the bar and turned the eyes on the stove on and blew the fire out.
“Get out. Let me do this.”
I hurried up and walked outside and watched Love through the window pour gas and liquor over everything, leaving Gio for last.
Gio’s eyes were still open, trying to find me while Love poured everything on him. Once Love stepped out the door, Gio moved his body to face out the window. I waved at him and blew a kiss goodbye for good.
Love took the other bottle he had, pulled a rag out of his pocket, made a cocktail, and threw it inside the door.
We backed up as far as we could and watched the house go up in flames, along with Gio.
I took a seat on the pavement. Love sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.
“It’s finally over,” I said softly.
“It is finally over, mamas.”
After a few minutes of watching, we heard sirens coming and started to walk down the street just as people were coming out of their homes to see where all the smoke was coming from. When we were far enough away, Love called us an Uber, and we sat on the curb waiting for it.
We sat there quietly for a while. In my head, I was replaying everything that had just happened when Love said, “We sent that nigga to hell hearing you top me off.”
I looked at him, and we laughed together as I laid my head on his shoulder.
“As long as he’s in hell, I don’t give a damn,” I expressed.
When we got in the car, we didn’t say shit. I just laid my head on his shoulder, and we stared out the window, watching the city pass us.
Once we got to the hotel and I walked into the suite, I was shocked.
“Welcome back to me, baby,” Love said as I looked around.
There were shopping bags all over from my favorite store, and flowers and rose petals covered every inch of the room and the floor.
