Page 55 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“I do, I want her.”

He chuckled. “What about that other shit you got goin’ on at home?” I pushed Blaze out the door onto the stoop.

“Don’t fuck this shit up for me ‘cause you wanted some pussy and didn’t get it.”

He looked me up and down.

“Nigga, what you mean?”

I looked at Blaze like he was dumb ‘cause he knew exactly what I meant.

“Don’t try to fuck up what I have goin’ with her because you wanted her.”

“All I asked was home takin’ care of. Does she know?”

“It’s nothing for her to know. That shit will be taken care of soon.”

Blaze smirked. “Yeah, iight.”

He went to open the door, and I closed it.

“Don’t try to backdoor me for some pussy,” I said quietly, but stern. “I will fuck you up, you know me.”

Blaze looked me in my eyes, and I hoped he could tell that I wasn’t playing.

I let go of the door. He walked in, and I followed behind.

“You done?” I asked Dre.

He handed the guns to Nylah, and she walked them ova to me like she was carrying a damn bomb.

“Girl, chill the hell out,” I said, taking them from her. “I thought you wasn’t green.”

She laughed. “I'm not, just haven’t done any shit like that.”

“Oh, my nigga finna open ya eyes, baby girl, don’t even worry,” Dre said, laughing.

I took Nylah by the hand, and we walked outta the house.

On the drive to the Bronx, it started to rain. Nylah had her head laid against the headrest as she looked out the window.

“Tell me, what brings you peace?”

I saw the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Sewing…” she said softly. “The sound the machine makes, picking and feeling the fabric. Making my clients feel amazing. That shit keeps me calm.”

“I can tell by the way you talk. What about places? Where do you like to go?”

Nylah shrugged. “I neva really travel like that. I’ve always been on my grind.”

“We are goin’ to have to change that, boo. I'm on my grind enough for both of us.”

She turned and looked at me. “You talk a lot of we shit when I said this was your chance.”

“And I told you all I needed was a chance. You can try to act tough all you want, like you actually give a fuck what them bitches had to say. It's okay if you want me. I want you too.”

“I'm not tryna move too fast,” she said softly.