“Bitch!”
“Okay, I’m just playing,” she laughed. “But seriously, Dime, Tristan came over there with one goal in mind, to get you to second guess things with you and Makhai, and that’s exactly what you’re doing right now. You don’t know if Makhai did any of these things, but if he did, then what?”
“I don’t know.” I groaned. “If I don’t leave him if and when it’s confirmed, does that make me a horrible person?”
“No, just a little dick dizzy and maybe as crazy as him.”
“Thanks, Kabria.” I chuckled. “I hate you.”
“Never,” she laughed. “Seriously though,ifhe did this stuff, it was probably for good reason, and you’d never have to worry about being in danger because it takes a special kind of crazy to burn a mothafucka alive. I mean, damn! He’s a bad man!”
“I don’t even know how I became friends with you. I’m not lying.”
“If not me then who, hoe?”
“Anyone would have been better.” I said and laughed just as another call came in. “This is Makhai FaceTiming me now. I’ll call you back.”
“Okay, tell John Leonard Orr I said hi.”
“Bye bitch!” I snapped playfully before hanging up on her and answering for him. “Hey.”
“What’s up, baby? What you on?”
“Just hung up with Kabria. She’s the most ridiculous person I know.”
“Naw, that’s the homie,” he chuckled. They got along well because they were both very unfiltered and outspoken. They didn’t care what they said or who they offended most of the time.
“Of course she’s your homie.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Where are you?”
“‘Bout to pull up on you actually. Unlock the door.”
“Okay.”
We hung up and I got up to do what he asked. I also went to heat my food since Tristan’s ass interrupted my original plans to eat when he showed up unannounced. By the time I was done and back in my living room, Makhai was coming in.
“Fuck happened to your lil’ wreath shit?” he asked after closing the door.
“Probably Tristan’s stupid ass.” I rolled my eyes.
“The dancing nigga?” he asked and I nodded.
“He popped up here when me and Keona were coming in. He’s lucky I didn’t have my taser because I would have put him on his ass just like the nigga that was with my sister.”
“What?!” he frowned.
“Some guy named Junior she was with,” I clarified. “He tried touching me so I tased his ass. I would have done the same to Tristan had I not already put my things inside.”
“And you just now telling me this, Lord?”
I studied him for a moment before I nodded and asked, “What would you have done if I had told you before?”
“Shiddd something, the fuck?” His brows furrowed.
“Maybe set them on fire?” I asked. “Or shoot them?” I named a few things that Tristan alleged he’d done.
“The latter more than likely. Burning niggas ain’t really my thing.”
I gasped. “Makhai!”
