For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he was looking at her with sad, brown eyes, pretending to care. He clearly didn’t care enough not to cheat on her in the first place. He didn’t care enough to take his skank to a hotel, instead of his apartment when he knew he’d given her a key. And he definitely wasn’t caring about their relationship when he hopped up with a wet, uncovered dick. But somehow, unbelievably, he wanted Nola to care.
“Nola, baby, I made a mistake. I’m only human,” he whined. “Iswearit’ll never happen again.”
“Oh, yes it will, but not to me. Get your shit and go,” Enola replied, calmly.
Antonio closed the distance between them and reached out to touch Enola’s arm.
“Don’t touch me,” she warned, stepping out of his reach.
“Come on, Nola. You know you gonna miss all this good loving.Por favor, mamí, let me touch you.”
Was this motherfucker serious?
Enola laughed at his audacity. Antonio really likened himself some sort of amazing Latin lover. He was mistaken.
“You’re delusional,” she chortled. “Antonio, the only reason I put up with that tiny little dick of yours was because I thought you were a good man. Now that I know you’re not, you can take that thumb you call a cock, and get the fuck outta here.”
Antonio’s eyes filled with rage. He lunged at her, and before Enola could get out of the way, he wrapped his fingers tightly around her neck. She clawed at his fingers as she struggled to breathe.
“Bitch...who the fuck you talkin’ to like that?” he gritted.
Enola was shocked by his reaction. Antonio had never laid a hand on her before. She was finding out that she didn’t really know him like she thought she did.
Enola’s eyes began to water and she became light-headed. She balled her fists and swung wildly at Antonio, catching him in the eye. Unfortunately, the punch didn’t cause him to release the Kung Fu grip he had on her neck.
“Stupid bitch!” he snarled. “Between your fucked-up attitude, and that dry ass pussy, I had no other choice but to cheat on yo ass!”
Pure rage bubbled inside at Antonio’s taunting. Enola was literally seeing red. Everything in the room turned red. Enola stopped struggling and stared Antonio directly in the eye. She allowed the fury to take over.
For some reason, Antonio’s expression changed instantly. He narrowed his eyes, as if studying her. Enola was relieved, but confused, when he howled in pain and snatched his hand from Enola’s neck. She hadn’t even touched him.
Antonio clutched his hand and stumbled backward. “What the fuck was that?” he gasped.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Enola screamed.
Without a word, Antonio scurried out the door, leaving behind his box of shit.
CHAPTER TWO
“2524?”
“2524, go ahead squad.”
“24, we have a call of shots fired on 47th and Princeton. The anonymous caller states that she heard four or five gunshots. I have no further information.”
“10-4, squad. En route.”
Enola shifted in her seat and adjusted her headset.
“2532?”
“2532, go.”
“32, do me a favor and take a ride with 24. They’re rolling on a call of shots fired.”
“10-4. On the way.”
“Thanks, 32.”
