“Yeah.” I stepped out the car and adjusted my waistband, making sure my pistol sat right against my hip.
Hussle shook his head.
“Nigga…” he muttered under his breath, following closely behind me.
I walked straight up to his front door and knocked using the butt of my gun. Hussle stepped close behind me.
“Nigga, you trippin,” he whispered. “In broad daylight too?”
I ignored him. I didn’t give a fuck who saw, maybe they could remind this nigga not to fuck with my woman.
The door swung open a few seconds later. Monty answered looking like the bitch ass nigga he was. He even had the audacity to smirk like he had no idea what kind of energy was standing on his porch.
Before he opened his mouth, I cracked him in the jaw with my gun. His body dropped instantly along with two of his front teeth flying out his mouth. He screamed, clutching his mouth while blood poured between his fingers.
Hussle stepped inside and shut the door behind us. He looked down at his shirt scoffed hard when he saw some of Monty’s blood.
“Damn, cuz,” he said calmly. “You got blood on my Versace.”
Monty was crying like a little bitch. I stood over him, staring down at his pathetic ass.
“You know why I’m here,” I said coldly.
He nodded quickly, shaking.
“Please, man?—”
My boot slammed into his stomach before he could finish. The air rushed out his lungs in a painful gasp.
“Nigga shut up,” I snapped. “You texting my woman like you lost your damn mind.”
Blood ran down his chin as he tried to speak through his busted mouth.
“I swear I’ll leave her alone,” he said desperately. “She just needed someone there for her… she’s grieving… she didn’t know if you were gonna be around for the baby.”
That sentence alone made my jaw tighten. I crouched down in front of him slowly.
“That’s my woman,” I said quietly. “And that’s my baby in her stomach.” I slapped him across the face multiple times each hit echoed in the room.
Tears streamed down his face while blood dripped onto the floor. Then a smell hit my nose. I glanced down and saw the front of his pants soaked. He let out a rumble of farts, shutting his eyes tightly while whispering out a prayer.
Hussle burst out laughing behind me.
“Man, leave this square alone,” he said between laughs. “Nigga done pissed himself, now he farting getting ready to shit himself. Message delivered.”
I ignored him. I leaned closer to Monty.
“If you ever text her again,” I said quietly, “I won’t start with you.”
His eyes widened.
“I’ll start with your mama… your little brother… whoever you love the most.”
He nodded frantically.
“I understand,” he whispered.
I stood up slowly. Then pointed the gun at him one last time.
