"Don't," she mumbled, eyes blazing, void of the peace that lived there moments before.
"It's funny," she chuckled, but it sounded more like sorrow than humor, "you talk all this shit about needing me and how you wouldn't be able to live without me just to let a bitch kiss you. The same bitch you saved."
"That's not?—"
"Don't do that," she cut me off. "Don't tell me it's not like that, because it fucking is. You really gassed me. Had me believing you actually loved me."
"I do!"
"No, the fuck you don't! If you did, you wouldn't have let that bitch kiss you! You would've let her fucking die! You don't fucking love?—"
I grabbed her jaw, fingers digging in as I forced her mouth closed. Her words died, giving her no choice but to listen.
"Tell me I don't love you," I gritted. "Say that dumb shit again, Navy. I fucking dare you."
Tears glossed her eyes as her nails clawed into my wrists.
"I fucking breathe for you. The fuck you mean I don't love you?" I scoffed, letting her go.
Navy's chest heaved, and she exhaled harshly.
"You breathe me but let another bitch suck me from your lungs." Something between a laugh and a sob escaped her. "Maybe I should go find a nigga to kiss me. I'm not in the right headspace, so it should be cool, right?"
"Navy," her name scraped out of my throat, "Choyce kissed me, and I slid my gun under her chin. What you think I'ma do to the nigga you let kiss you? Let me know, and we can test my sanity or lack thereof."
"You better not be lying," she said, softening her tone.
"Want me to call so you can ask?"
For a second, she only stared. Her gaze moved over my face like she was trying to read something that wasn't there.
"I believe you," she mumbled.
"You what?"
"Nigga, you heard me." She gave a quiet, rueful laugh.
"I did, but I need you to say it with the same vibrato you were talking all that shit in," I said, bringing my face close to hers.
"Boy, move." Mushing me out of her way, Navy smirked. "Just know I meant what I said. If you're letting hoes fuck around, I'ma find a man who wants to find out."
"That's your word?"
"Yup. I'm on whatever you're on." She shrugged, then climbed onto the bed.
"Cool, make sure that nigga makes peace with the Lord."
"The fact that you and your brothers think y'all can just kill anyone as a means to settle your insecurities is crazy."
"Why are you acting like my picture isn't the one used as an example for crashing out?"
"Maybe I need to crash out and teach Choyce a lesson."
"Nah."
"Why not? You'd do it if a nigga kept trying you, so why can't I do the same? I think you need a taste of your own medicine." She shrugged.
"I don't like the taste of medicine. It's bitter. Plus, I'm not attracted to crash outs. I like my woman to let me handle shit."
