Page 81 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“I'm sorry I had to tell you this,” Blaze said, placing his arm across my shoulder.

I pushed him off me.

“Get the fuck off me, nigga. No the fuck you are not. You are just happy that he fucked up.”

Once he was off my car, I hopped in and pulled off. I was about to put the address for the trap into my GPS, but then I decided to wait and go meet with my girls.

The drive to the bar Denise picked was just enough time for me to think and to get my tears out. As I pulled up to the place, I was checking my reflection in the mirror, making sure my face wasn’t puffy and my lips still looked good.

After I was situated, I hopped outta my car and walked into the bar with a smile on my face.

“Hey, ladies,” I said as I walked up to the table and pulled out a chair. “I am sorry it took so long. Blaze was waitin’ for me at my car.”

“Oh Lord,” Ari said, “Everything was okay?”

I ignored her for a second as I called the waitress ova to order my drink.

“Lemme get a Henny and Coke, please, and make it strong—very, very strong.”

She nodded.

“Oh, shit,” Denise said. “What happened?”

I ignored her too, my legs steady tapping under the table.

“I love y’all, love that y’all care, but I don’t want to talk about it until I get a drink in me.”

They all looked at me and nodded.

The table sat quietly as I stared off in the distance, thinking about Rosama, Blaze, and everything in between until my drink hit the table and I picked it straight up.

“Keep them comin’, luv, please.”

The waitress nodded as she walked off laughing, and I took the cup to the head and tossed my phone on the table with the picture of Rosama front and center, making them all get up and lean on the table to look.

“Is that pit bull?” Ari asked.

I nodded, signaling for another drink.

“But that is not you down there.”

“It is not,” I said softly.

“Where the fuck is he?!” Raven asked.

I could see them getting just as mad as I was.

“He said he had to handle some business. He will be at my crib tonight.”

“Okay,” Denise said softly, trying to be timid with me. “Have you talked to him?”

I shook my head. “No, I was gonna pull up on him, but I’ma wait until tonight.”

“And what are you gonna do until then?” Raven asked.

“We are gonna have some drinks, then I’ma go home and…get ready.”

They nodded, and I did what I said. We got a table full of shots. We ordered some food and talked shit to nigga that tried to buy us and laughed at everything else while the whole time, on the inside, I was breaking apart. Feeling like I was being played by the nigga I was falling for.