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“Well she did come home, and them niggas violated. Who are they?”
She wept from the depths of her soul.
“C’mon. Let me know so I can give these bullets who they belong to.”
She looked up at me and her eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope. Dumb bitch.
“It was my cousins T-Man and Daryllll,” her voice cracked.
I knew those bullshit niggas from the hood. They were the same age as me, but had nothing to show for it. They were petty criminals who would’ve been better off at somebody's 9 to 5 because they weren’t making any money in the streets. Naz had gotten the right clowns to do her dirty work.
“B-B-But, her cousin is the one who gave me her address,” Naz cried, volunteering information I hadn’t even asked for yet. I guess she felt like it was only right to sell out everybody since she was selling out her own people.
“What?” I snarled.
“Her cousin Nalyssa dm’d me her address way back in October after they got into it on IG. She told me that I should go beat her ass because she was fucking my man,” she whimpered. “But I wasn’t about to beat a pregnant bitch up.”
I glared at her in disbelief. “But you got a pregnant bitch robbed?”
“N-N-No! I was just in my feelings after Christmas and I felt like y’all was playing on my top! I never intended for her to get hurt! I swear!”
“It’s cool, Naz. I swear.”
“Seriously?”
“Yea, I’m about to put you out of your misery.”
I blew that bitches brains out with zero remorse. I never thought I’d be put in the position to end Naz’s life, but I didn’t feel bad about it. She didn’t give a fuck about putting Lourdes in the line of fire while she was pregnant with my baby, so it was curtains for that hoe. Her family could have fun trying to find her body because the day would never come. Nalyssa and those niggas would soon share the same fate. Mutherfuckers were on borrowed time. Naz had given me all the answers I needed, so I could off them without all the dramatics.
“Hold up, our song playing, doll baby,” I turned the radio up. I didn’t want to keep talking about opps because my trigger finger was starting to itch. I was going to end up sliding on her cousin tonight if we didn’t change the subject.
“Isn’t your phone connected to the bluetooth?” She giggled.
“Yea, what’s funny?”
“That you added this song to your Apple Music. I love my influence on you, baby,” she reached over and caressed my face as “Passenger Princess” by Monaleo ft. Stunna 4 Vegas played. My cheeks grew warm and she laughed even harder. “Nigga not you blushing. See, that makes this song hit even harder.”
“Blushing? You might be going blind, doll baby,” I laughed.
She smiled while rolling her eyes, before turning up the radio louder.
“I can't never leave my nigga, bitch, it ain't no breaking up. And I'm nothing like them bitches, he know how I gave it up. This pussy turned a hood nigga to a house nigga, no lie, I can't make this up!”
That shit was a true story. Really, the whole song was and that’s why I fucked with it.
“Here comes your part, baby,” she giggled, while putting her phone up to my mouth like it was a mic. I never met a girl who I was able to be goofy like this with. She made day to day life fun and light hearted.
“Ay, my chop got double D's on it. Snatch some new shit off the lot and throw some D's on it. Ay, I get shit hot, I'm talking four hundred degrees. Bae, that pussy fye, it'll make a nigga hit one knee, won't it?”
“Will it really?” She tittered.
“Fucking right. We might as well go look at some rings next week so you can have an idea of what you want,” I winked at her before jumping back into Stunna’s verse. “I ain't gon' lie, I'm stuck in a box. We did plenty stepping, I still'll put jibbitz in my Crocs. She know that pussy good, she been done got a nigga shot. Huh, ain't nothing tender, but I'll kill you 'bout that twat.”
“I don’t want you killing nobody, daddy.”
“Mannn,” I laughed. “It’s just a song, Lourdy.”
“That be nigga’s favorite line.”
