“That’s what the fuck you get for trying to fuck with a real one, anyway. Tell me this, what the fuck did you think you were gonna get by stepping to my girl?”
“I told you, I always wanted you. You were supposed to need me.
“Girl, the only thing you were good for was crack. Your pussy was never that good… to be honest, it matched your crack.”
She swung and tried to hit me, but I caught it.
“Gio!” she said, eyes wide as hell.
I smiled. I was glad she was scared. “I could never be with a coked-out bitch like you. And then you stepped to my queen?”
“YOU FUCKIN’ STOLE FROM ME, GIO! HOW THE FUCK YOU THINK I’M SUPPOSED TO PAY MY BILLS?”
I laughed, and she stared at me with an attitude.
“If I cared about what you had to take care of, I wouldn’t be here now.”
Trina looked at me, confused.
I pulled out my Glock, cocked it, and pointed it at her head.
“Your daddy gave you your shit?”
She didn’t even respond; tears just ran down her cheeks.
I smiled again, pointing my Glock toward her hallway. “Go get me your shit.”
Trina shook her head.
“No, I need it.”
I put my Glock back in the middle of her head.
“No, bitch, I need it. And to be real, you owe me for fuckin’ up my shit at home. Now you can give me your shit, or…”
I paused and smiled.
“You already know how I’m coming… just give me your shit.”
She stared at me, even folded her arms across her chest like she had all the control.
I sucked my teeth and smacked that bitch across the face with the butt of the Glock.
“Who the fuck do you think you are standing up to? Bitch, you don’t hold no grounds in your own damn house. Now, get your shit like I said.”
Trina held on to her face and walked up the hallway, sniffling. And a few minutes later walked back down with a duffel bag and tossed it to me.
“Here!”
She went and sat on her couch while I checked out the bag.
“This all of it?” I asked.
She nodded, still holding her face.
I zipped it back up and headed to the door.
“If you talk to me, or my girl hear from you again, that’s your ass.”
