I could tell that nigga had some built-up frustration, because
he was coming with some haymakers, but I had boxed amateurly. And was doubling up on him. My hits must’ve been too hard, because he grabbed me, locking us up. That’s when I punished him, delivering powerful blows to his ribcage.
While I was giving him body shots, Too Low put me in a head-lock, forcing me to body slam him onto the floor. That nigga still didn’t lose his grip, and was now choking the shit out of me. Up until this, I thought that we were just fighting like two men. No pistol play. But this petty nigga was trying to cut o$ my air supply. Still, I didn’t panic. I knew that I had my heat on me, and could pull that muthafucka out, if I deemed it necessary. But I hadn’t come there to kill the nigga, and I was only taking it there as alastresort.SoIkeptworkingonthatribcage,untilthatnigga
releasedme,andwasdoublingoverinpain.
That’s when I climbed to my feet, breathing heavy as fuck. “We didn’t even have to go there, nigga.”
Too Low scrambled to his feet, while his chest heaved up and down. “Nigga, I aint trying to hear that shit. A fair fade is the least I could give you. You really had the audacity to show up here, trying to make demands and shit. Just couldn’t leave well enough alone.”
I shook my head. “I was just trying to avoid all the bullshit. We aint gotta be friends or nothing, and I know that I swerved over into your lane. But she with me now. And I just want that to be respected, and we can all move on with our lives.”
He snarled. “Nigga, you don’t even believe the shit you saying. It’s just dawning on you how fucked up this shit is. I been with that girl since she was thirteen. She knows my whole family, just like I know hers. We accumulated shit together, because we had a life together. And now, you wanna control our interactions, because her dealing with me will awaken theminsecurities. And the shit was on your mind so tough that you showed up over here,
wearing your feelings on your sleeve. If you with her, you with her. I aint finna stand here and tell you that I’m respecting shit. Cause I don’t. In my eyes, she gone always be mine. So, the best you can do is hold her tight, and keep her in your sight. Cause I’m not sparing nobody.”
I nodded. “Okay. Fair enough.” I gripped my shirt, realizing that it was ripped.
“Yeah, nigga.” He nodded, as his nose bled. “Now, carry your ass back outside and do the walk of shame. Everybody gone see what you on. Had a whole army of niggas to ride out, cause you tender dicked. Make that shit make sense.”
“Yeah, okay. Imagine me worried about what them niggas got to say. This is bigger than a ego.”
He nodded. “I feel the same way. I got so much love for that girl that I’m letting her live her life, even if it aint with me. I’m fucked up about it, but I aint got it in me to hurt her. And for that reason alone, you got it, playboy.”
Too Low Speaks…
He’d pulled up with a whole army of niggas. So, if I killed the nigga, then I’d still have to deal with all them. It was a no-win situation, right then.
Stepping outside, after face, I saw that niggas already had their guns drawn, aiming right at me. Of course, my niggas were caught off guard, because we were all from the same hood, and there hadn’t been smoke before.
“Say, what the fuck?!” G-Lock, one of my niggas, shouted. “Is you niggas cool?!”
At least six niggas that had literally grown up with me, was outside, with guns, all because this nigga decided that he wantedmygal. Of all the bitches running around Houston.
Gritting my teeth, I wanted to kill ‘em all.
Already o" the porch, and now standing on the sidewalk, Face lifted a hand. “Let that nigga make it.” He glanced back at me. “Just remember, Too Low. ShemyBabi now. That shit y’all had is old. Accept what it is. And everybody can keep breathing ‘round this muthafucka.”
I said nothing, as he marched back to his car, and his weak ass minions followed suit.
“Nigga, what the fuck?” Dinky vented, as those niggas pulled o". “I aint had time to grab my pistol or nothing. Them niggas was really chopping it up, like it was cool. Then pulled out on us.”
“Over pussy, at that,” G-Lock added. “This some crazy shit.”
Angrily, I nodded. “And that nigga just don’t know it, yet. He should’ve left Babi right here at this apartment. Cause he dancing with the devil now.”
Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t stop tapping my feet. The celebration had been cut short, because I was no longer inthe mood to socialize. And now…I was staring at those walls…about to lose my fucking mind.
Without question, I could fuck something. And maybe I would. But right then…I was mourning the loss of the love of my life.
I’d been trying to wrap my mind around it, and readjust. But being free, and not having Babi there with me was fucking depressing. I literally never imagined a life without her in it. I didn’t wanna live without her. Shit, I shouldn’t have to. And the fact that another nigga was going home to her was infuriating. Enraging.
And the fucked-up part about it was that I knew that Face wasn’t gonna just step back and let me have her. Knew that before he popped up today. Because I knew who Babi was. She was pure. Nothing like the average broad walking around. So, when a man encounters such light…he’s immediately drawn in. Attracted. Like a moth to a fame.
So, if Face was no dummy, then of course he wanted to wife my bitch. Of course, he wanted kids with her. Naturally, he’d feel uneasy about my presence. And rightfully so. Cause I had plans for him. Even if I didn’t know what those plans were, at that very moment.
On the low, I’d call Babi for any small thing that crossed my mind. Had already spoken to her seven times that day, and decided that I’d reach out one more time, before that nigga was back at home, screening calls, and holding her phone hostage.
