“No! Now get the fuck off me!” she pushed me, but I didn’t budge.
“You a lyin’ muthafucka!” I said, letting her shirt go.
I went to grab my shit so I could get away from her. When we said it was official, I cut every hoe I had off. All I ever wanted was Adore. Obviously, she loved to live the street life but wanted her an ordinary ass nigga. I was about to get out of her way.
“Whodie, I am not fucking that man. Where are you going?” She jumped out of bed. “We got too much shit going on for you to walk out the door this time of the morning.” She tried to talk some sense into me.
“Move, yo lil’ ass outta the way.” She stood in the walk-in closet.
“Whodie,” she said softly. “I am not messing with the man. We went on a date.”
I tapped my chest a few times, trying to calm down. Adore really wanted me to take it there.
“We doin’ dates now?” I asked. “A nigga makin’ sho, ‘cause when I start doin’ it, I don’t wanna hear the cryin’ and shit.”
“It wasn’t like that. It was innocent, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
I laughed, “Adore, you ain’t never had a problem hurtin’ a nigga feelins’. Get the fuck outta my way.” I pushed her out of the way.
“Whodie, what am I supposed to do without you? I don’t want that nigga.”
“I’m loyal! You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout this street shit when it comes to me. When it comes to me and you, I’m off you. Let’s stick to the business.”
Everything that I couldn’t grab, I would get later. I had two cars over here and some other shit. Rather she gave the nigga the pussy or not, we were exclusive, and the thought of her sitting her ass in someone else’s face smiling made me see red. When I pulled away from the house, I called my homeboy.
“Aye, my bad for calling you this late. I need some information on a number.”
“Shoot it to me.”
I hung up and sent the text. Shit, if Adore wanted to play games, I was about to play them too.
Two days later, I found the best suit I could get and went to get the Buick again. The old ass car didn’t have GPS and I didn’t have my phone with me. I had to study the map on how to get to the house. As this nigga walked around the house, showing me all the amenities, I smiled and kept it cordial. When he saw my smile for the first time, he was a little nervous when the golds started blinging in the sun when we shook hands. Adore really knew how to pick them. He owned a realty company, so I had my nerdy homeboy set up a showing, saying I was ready to buy.
“The asking price is a little steep, but I can put in an offer and see if they could come down.”
I bit my bottom lip as he continued to talk. All my life, I was judged. He assumed that I didn’t have the money because of my hair and gold grill. Then the vision of Adore sitting her fine ass across from him, probably drinking a five-hundred-dollar glass of wine, pissed me off. I made sure the house had no surveillance. There were no neighbors, but I still put a silencer on my gun anyway.
“No need,” I told him with the gun pointed at him.
“Whoa…What do you need? I can get it,” he pleaded.
“Nah, ion need nothin’, nigga.” I pulled the trigger.
When his body hit the ground, I stood over him and shot him in between his eyes. Then I was gone like I was never there.
CHAPTER 6: ADORE
Two days was how long it had been since Whodie walked his ass out of the house like a damn hurricane. Two long days since we last spoke. I refused to call his ass first. My pride wouldn’t let me. The streets didn’t give a damn about my relationship problems, though. Business still had to be handled and my first stop was the burned-down store on the west side.
I stepped out of my car and looked up at the store. The fire had done more damage than I originally thought. The whole front of the building was boarded up now. Workers were inside moving around trying to salvage what they could. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air. I hated the only corner store on this side of town was now out of commission. This was where the kids came and got them something cool to drink. The mamas were sending the kids to buy their single cigarettes.
“Insurance will cover most of it,” the store owner said. “Everything behind the fireproof door is safe and intact.”
“I’m sorry this shit happened.” I handed him an envelope.
I knew the insurance would pay for it, but it still was on me. This was how he fed his family, so I had to bless him with something.
“I’m going to open another spot on the east side until we can get this back up and running,” I told him.
