Kyle’s face turned red as he looked at Cream.
“You’re not fired,” Cream snapped. “Now go outside.”
The door shut behind him. I stood up, ready to go the fuck off. Cream immediately stepped into my space and shoved me back onto the couch.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me, Anthony!” I snapped.
“Shut your dumb ass up!” he roared. “I should beat your motherfucking ass for playing with me, Blood!”
He dragged his big hands down his sea-sick waves and bit his lip, trying to calm down. King stood quietly watching the whole show with a smirk.
“You supposed to be home with our kids!” Cream barked. “Instead, I gotta chase you across states!” His voice grew louder.
“You never fucking listen, Rellianah! I’m getting fed up with yo shit, Blood. I might just leave your dumb ass!”
My heart stalled. That was the first time he had ever said something like that.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “But I had to do this. Layloni don’t deserve this shit!”
My glare snapped toward King.
“That’s why I told this dumb nigga to leave her alone!” I yelled.
King rolled his eyes like a bitch.
So what?” Cream snapped. “How you gonna tell a grown man who he can date? You in the middle of some dick and pussy shit when we got other important things to worry about.” He stepped closer.
“You just wanted an excuse to get back in the streets. Don’t think I don’t know you asked King to help kill that nigga Prince.” He gritted out lowly.
My chest tightened.
“You so busy smoking, drinking, and in everybody else’s business… you still ain’t gave me another baby.” His voice dropped low.
“That’s what I want.” He squinted his eyes, jaws clenching tight.
“I want another fucking baby.”
My heart started racing, I had no words to say.
“You trying to turn back into the old Rellianah Powers… and I swear to God I’ll leave your ass, Blood.”
I jumped up again ready to pace back and forth to ground my nerves. He pushed me back down, again. My breathing constricted as I hopped again, only to be knocked down a third time. My temper flew off its hinges, because who the fuck was Cream feeling like putting hands on me?
I hopped up quick letting my fist talk. I caught him with an uppercut before I kicked him square in the stomach.
He barely moved.
started swinging on him, letting every ounce of frustration out. He grabbed me and locked me in a tight bear hug while I struggled and cried.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I screamed.
“My friend is in need of my help and you in here putting your hands on me!” I panted out
He suddenly released me and shoved me to the floor before pulling his gun with a crazed look in his eyes.
“If you run up on me again, I’ll shoot you in the damn foot.”
My chest tightened. Cream hadn’t pulled a gun on me in years. That shit hurt.
