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“Please tell me you hit her ass. You’re too fucking nice, man. I get it, though. I know you don’t want to deal with the bullshit. However, this shit right here is grounds for knocking the shit out of her,” Murder said, feeling himself get upset for Lawrynn.
“I hit her hard in the face. We ended up fighting right in the room. I ended up having to change doctors after that. I don’t know if they had to or not. For two weeks after that, I looked over my shoulder, thinking that she was going to call the police on me. The police never came. I don’t know what stopped her from going to them. She’s always been the type to start a fight just to call the police when she got her ass kicked,” Lawrynn told him as she shook her head.
She never understood why her cousin was the way she was. She used to think that Nikki had some kind of mental problem from the way she acted. Her Auntie never got her tested for anything, so she stopped thinking about it and chalked it up to Nikki just being a hoe.
“Damn,” Murder said.
“At one point, Nikki, Nell, and I were all really close. My grandmother used to call us the Three Musketeers or Three the Hard Way. We would do everything together. If you had a problem with one, then you had a problem with all of us. She went away one summer and came back acting like the hoe she is today. Nell and I would joke that she drank some hoe water or a hoe potion wherever she was. We asked her how her trip was all the time. She would only say fine, and that was it,” Lawrynn said.
“Do you think somebody did something to her? You know, like molested her or some shit like that?” Murder asked. He knew that a lot of times, when little girls turned promiscuous, there was a reason behind it. Most of the time, sexual abuse was involved.
“If they did, she’s never said anything to anybody about it,” Lawrynn said. She hoped that wasn’t the case, but nobody would ever know if Nikki never said anything. “Enough about me. How did you get the name Murder? I’ve always wondered about that,” she asked.
“I kill niggas, straight like that,” Murder simply said.
“I know there’s more to it than that,” Lawrynn hit him in the arm and laughed.
“If I tell you, then you’re gonna have to promise never to leave me,” he said.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“Saying what?”
“Saying that I’m never gonna leave or you’ll never leave me. We’re still fresh, how can you say that we’ll always be together?”
“Because we will, period, point blank.”
“Then why keep asking me about it?”
“I’m not asking. I’m just gonna keep saying it until you get with the program,” he said seriously.
“Don’t get off the topic. Tell me why they call you Murder, Maurice,” she told him, letting him know his little trick of distraction didn’t work.
“My pops was killed when I was thirteen. The day he was killed, me and some friends were playing basketball at the courts. We heard the shots and everything. One of the guys thought it would be a great idea to go over and see the dead body. We didn’t know if they were dead or not, but in our hood, nine times out of ten, they would be dead. Imagine my surprise when we got over there to see my father laid out on the ground with three big ass holes in his chest. I stood there with his body until my Uncle Jimmy came and got my ass up to carry me away from there. Uncle Jimmy would come down all the time from Jamaica until that day. After that, he would send for me to come over there every summer. He swore that he would never step foot in the states and hasn’t yet. They may not have been blood brothers because Uncle Jimmy is my mom’s brother, but blood wouldn’t make them any closer. They damn sure rocked with each other as if they were blood.
“Anyway, like I said, he would bring me over there and teach me the ropes about street shit. One day, we were riding around looking for some nigga who owed him money. When we found the dude, he started talking big man shit. Saying how he wasn’t going to pay my uncle shit. He told us the only way my uncle would get the money from him was to kill him. They were going back and forth and shit, and I got tired of it. I took my gun out and shot the nigga right in the middle of his forehead. Uncle Jimmy pulled off, leaving the dead nigga in the street.
“By the time I left Jamaica, I had twelve bodies under my belt. My uncle started calling the house for me and asking for Mr. Murder Man. One time, my boys heard it and started calling me that shit too. Eventually, they just started calling me Murder, even in school. The teachers and shit would hear them call me that and look at me all crazy. They never asked why I was being called that, but they damn sure looked nervous as fuck when they would hear that name,” Murder said and laughed.
“Do you know how many people you’ve killed?” Lawrynn asked.
“I hope your ass don’t get all scared and shit. If that’s what you’re gonna do, then we might as well end this fucking conversation right now. I’m not trying to have my girl scared of me,” Murder said.
He liked the fact that Lawrynn never acted scared of him or too scared to tell him what she had on her mind. She didn’t hold her tongue at all, and he loved that the most. The last thing he needed was a woman with no backbone.
“I don’t have a reason to be scared of you. I know you’re dangerous, but you only are when you need to be. If I don’t push you, then I get to live,” she said with a big smile.
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Murder could only laugh at her.
“Why are you so damn goofy, man? You’re right, though. The only way I will kill you is if you try to go out here and cheat or if you wanna dance fuck some nigga on the dance floor. You can dance with anybody you want as long as I can walk through y’all without touching either one of y’all. All that twerking on a nigga’s dick will surely get you hemmed up,” he told her. Murder got pissed by how quiet she was. “I’m telling you straight up, if I run up on it, I’m snatching your ass up. So when it happens don’t do all that screaming and asking what am I doing. You know how y’all girls are. You always wanna do some shit then cry like y’all the ones hurt when ya man go off. Knowing damn well that we’re gonna go off anyway. I would hate to have to do it to you, so just make sure you don’t put yourself in that situation for me to show you first hand why they call me Murder,” he told her.
“I think I’m falling for you,” she told him softly.
“Oh yeah, that’s some good shit to hear. I already know I love you, though. Just know with all this falling and shit, I will still snatch you up,” he told her with a smirk.
She laughed at him.
