“Hold on, you did, P?’
“No, I didn’t, Crew. I was in active labor when I was with him, don’t forget.”
“Well then, you don’t have any connections to him besides loyalty, and that’s what I’m trying to give him too. I wouldn’t fuck him over if I’m telling you I’m not. Unless he comes on that, I won’t be on that. Do you understand?”
“I hear you, Crew.”
He got inches away from my face, and the way he was staring into my soul was both intimidating and attractive to say the least.
“I asked do you understand? I know you can hear me, P.”
“Whatever, Crew. Yes, yes, I understand, and I guess I can reach out to him and see what he says.”
“That’s all I asked you to do with your stubborn ass. You only listen to a nigga when I’m a foot deep in your pussy bouncing around.”
I giggled without even trying to, and then instantly wanted to change the subject.
“So, what are we about to do now?”
“You and I are about to pack my baby up, and you are going to take your ass back over to Ciara’s house. Then in the morning we will get up and look for somewhere to stay. But wherever we decide to live has to be right. We are not about to rush and move into a condo because you think it looks nice.”
“I’m not bougie. I mean, look where I live now.”
“Yeah, you are kind of in the slums,” he said, and I punched him in his arm.
Crew was the kind of guy I could already tell staying mad at for too long would be hard. His demeanor, his charisma, and his way with words, unfortunately, were going to be the kryptonite to my anger every time. I hated this shit. I hated him.
But deep down, I knew that hate was nothing, but passion and lust mixed up with frustrations because I wanted more, I just don’t think more would ever come between us.
Chapter 11
Bria
“I’m still trying to figure out how I’m in here for questioning on a case when I was on the courthouse steps ducking bullets with everyone else.”
I argued back to Detective Barnes and Detective Freeman. I was sitting in my room earlier when a knock came to my front door and I was asked to come in for questioning. I knew my rights. I didn’t necessarily have to come, but I had to, just to see what the hell this was about.
I actually already knew what it was for, Marcus’s dumb spiteful ass. I stopped talking to him, and now he was doing whatever he could to fuck up my life. Typical scorned man behavior.
“Well, Abria, we have reason to believe that you knew this hit was going to take place.”
“What don’t you understand about me ducking those bullets right along with everyone else. Do you think I would risk my life for a court win?”
“There was clearly a trained sniper on the hit who hit exactly who he needed to. You weren’t going to be hit, and you knew that. The win was a big win for you.”
“I could’ve beat Marcus head on with no help from a freakin hit man. That entire case was circumstantial. I could’ve won in my sleep. Do you really think I would risk my freedom or my life for a new notch on my resume?”
“A lot of people would. Especially to say that they got one of the most notorious drug dealers in the world off.”
“You can say that, but you can’t prove it. Now, if you don’t have any more questions, I’d like to be let go. I have more important shit to worry about than a scorned man’s payback.”
“Excuse me?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Just allow me to go, please. Dumb and dumber.”
I looked back and forth between them, and they were silent for the first time since I stepped in here.
