I looked back outside, and the snow was coming down faster now. Rubbing my eyes, I had to be higher than what I thought I was. The ground was covered in snow.
“Maaan, they better still drop my food off,” I grunted. I went back to the app and shot the deliverer a message.
Fuck that snow. Bring my food.
I saw headlights moments later. I unlocked the door and had my hand on the door handle when I heard something hit my door.
“I know this muhfucka didn’t.”
Slinging my door open, I peered down at the Stacks bag lying sideways on the ground. I grabbed it and set it in the apartment before running after the deliverer. I didn’t have a jacket on, still in my basketball shorts, but I was finna whoop some ass ‘bout my food. I had on socks and my house shoes.
The girl started screaming, and I gave no fucks who heard her ass. I snatched her right before she made it to her car, which she had turned off like a dumbass. I had her in a headlock, not to where I was hurting her, but enough to have her regretting that fuck shit, and dragged her ass back to my apartment. It started to rain hard as hell once I reached the door, and the wind picked up. It tried to blow us away, but I threw us both inside, me landing on the girl. Thankfully, it was a female. If it had been a nigga, he would’ve caught a two-piece and an uppercut, or I would have probably shot his ass the way my stomach was growling.
When I finally looked her in the face, mine balled up.
“You stupid bitch,” I growled.
“You dumb ass nigga,” she said at the same time.
It was the girl from the grocery store.
“Get the fuck off me,” she hissed.
“I am, but you finna get knocked in the head for throwing my food!” I barked.
“Fuck you! Your Mama needs to beat your ass for the way you talk to people, bitch!”
My eyes blinked. I ain’t never had a female talk to me like this. She…Daee…was handling my ass. “Stupid ass grinch! It’s the holidays, and you can be a little nicer to people!”
I rolled off this silly ho, and she tried to hop up, but I knocked her back on her feet. I caught her before she hit her back on the floor.
“See, I was nice,” I told her.
She jumped up, marched to the door, and yanked it open. The second she tried to step out, the wind shoved her right back into me. Rain, snow, and wind were all beating sideways. The sirens outside were already blaring, warning the whole city to get in and stay their asses inside.
I slammed the door shut and locked it. There was no way she could walk out of my place and not get swept into another damn dimension. She tried to reach for the door again.
Click
She froze, fingertips still lingering on the door.
“Back away from my fuckin’ door, bruh,” I gritted out.
I had a few registered guns that I kept at home. One right in a drawer in the entryway, one in my room, and another in the living room. I didn’t have my Glock pointing at her, but it was right at my side, ready to blow her hand off if she opened my door again.
She whirled around to glare at me.
“You gon’ shoot me?” she squeaked out.
“It’s possible,” I answered her. My jaw tightened. “Move the fuck away from my door. You thick, but that wind will pick yo ass right on up and send you to a place you may not be ready to go right nie.”
Now, she wore a pink sweatsuit that hugged her body, thick white socks with Uggs on her feet. The hood was on her head and tied underneath her neck.
“It’s just my luck that it’s your house I was delivering food to. Your ass,” she said with her face balled up, pointing a finger at me.
“Not yo broke ass talking shit. Working two jobs and out here in a damn snowstorm. Where yo nigga at so I can pistol whip his ass?”
“You’re going to jail. This…this…” her head whipped around as she took my place in, “…this is kidnapping.”
