“I’m just cleaning you up. It ain’t my fault your pussy being greedy.” He joked, and I narrowed my eyes, making him laugh. “Ayite, man, let me finish so we can get in the tub.” Cautiously, I allowed my legs to fall open, and this time, he finished without playing. A second later, he was helping me to my feet, so we could take a bath like he said, and I followed him on baby deer legs. He had the water just like I liked it, and after helping me into the tub, he climbed in behind me, letting me rest my back against him.
A quiet settled over us, and suddenly, Jordan’s words replayed in my head. I still hadn’t figured out what he meant, and it was starting to bother the fuck out of me, even though I shouldn’t have been letting shit he said affect me.
Truthfully, he was the type of vindictive nigga that would say anything to ruin something good that I had going on. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Santana was too perfect. Could he have been hiding something that I was refusing to see because I was blinded by sweet nothings and good dick? I wasn’t naïve enough to think he wasn’t involved in the streets somehow, especially with his cousin being a whole gunshot victim, but in Chicago, that wasn’t an odd occurrence. I’d hate to think that anything he had going on could negatively impact me. My doubts had me tensing, and, of course, Santana noticed that shit instantly.
“You good?” he asked, shifting so he could see my face, and I shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking about earlier. Jordan came up to my job and?”
“What? Tonight?” The way he leaned forward with his face balled up had my words dying in my throat.
“Yeah, when I was getting off but?”
“Why the fuck you ain’t say shit? I don’t like that nigga being around you! Did he touch you?” he wanted to know, jaw clenched tightly.
I shook my head emphatically. “No, no. He just tried to talk shit, but he left when I pulled my mace out,” I admitted quietly, bracing myself. “He did say I should watch out for you in so many words, though. Why do you think he’d say that?” An expression I couldn’t describe covered his face, but he shook it off and relaxed against the back of the tub, pulling me with him.
“’Cause he a bitch! He’d say whatever to get you back. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ma see him.”
The finality in his tone stopped me from asking him to elaborate. Maybe I shouldn’t have let his words bother me. So far, Santana hadn’t done anything to make me question him, and considering Jordan’s track record, he was the last person Ishould take dating advice from. I decided to let that shit go for now, but I’d still keep my eyes open while dealing with Santana.
CHAPTER 19
SOSA
Ihad Tray looking into the nigga Jordan, but I was also doing my own recon and saw that he stayed hanging around four other niggas. That matched up with the robbery for sure, but none of them looked like they were holding either. They still hung around the same places, and none of them were flashy besides Jordan’s stupid ass. Outside of Quick’s ring, I hadn’t seen shit to prove they were the ones who ran up in the casino, but now I had a different reason to approach him. I was already on his ass, but the fact that he was fucking with Perfect, even after I’d warned him was about to get him a busted lip to match his black eyes.
Pulling up to his rundown-ass apartment building, I quickly spotted him and some fake K. Michelle looking bitch sitting outside. That instantly pissed me off because if he had a bitch, why was he steady fucking with my shorty? Shaking my head, I climbed out and approached them as they passed a blunt back and forth. Before he could even acknowledge me, I sent my fist crashing into the side of his head. His girl immediately started screaming as he stumbled weakly, trying to swing.
“Didn’t I tell yo’ bitch ass to stay away from Bliss?” I taunted, rocking him again. He crashed onto the wooden stairs, no doubt hitting his back hard as fuck.
“Oh, my God! Heeeelp!”
“Shut up!” I gritted, pointing my gun at her, and her lips instantly clamped shut. Pulling that nigga up by his shirt, I knocked him upside the head with the barrel. “I’m already on yo’ ass, nigga, but if you keep fuckin’ with Perfect, you gon’ die sooner than you thought!”
“Whooo?” he slurred as bloody drool dripped from his mouth.
“Bliss, muthafucka! Bring yo’ ass near her again, I’m gon’ put a bullet in yo’ fuckin’ head!” I shoved him away and went to walk off but thought better of it. Grabbing his hand, I tried to break his finger while snatching my cousin’s ring off his shit.
“Ugh, you ain’t even have to do all that! You already snaked him!” Shorty was still talking shit as I walked back to my truck, but I didn’t acknowledge her.
Defending a nigga who was getting beat up for fucking with another woman had to be rock bottom, but she ain’t even care. She was already sitting on the stairs, cradling his head and still screaming while I inspected the ring in my hand. Just like I thought, the gold band littered with diamonds and one small ruby was Quick’s, and the inscription inside only proved it.Demonios Camino. The biker crew our uncle was part of all rocked the same ring, and it was one of the only things Quick had of his pops. When we were younger, his half Mexican ass used to walk around saying that shit and flashing the ring all the time, so I’d recognize it anywhere. Dropping it into my cupholder, I pulled off in the direction of his crib, pissed off.
He’d wasted all types of time not saying shit about the ring when we could’ve been on the niggas who robbed us. Shit, ifit wasn’t for Jordan’s ass being so tenderdicked behind Perfect, we’d probably still be chasing our tails, tryna find them niggas.
I pulled up and let myself in, already hearing Norielle’s loudmouth ass yelling. “You got me fucked up, Quick! Why you texting other bitches in my face? Now if I was talking to other niggas, it’d be a problem.”
“Bro, I told you this the nurse from the hospital. She just checking to make sure I’m doing my therapy. Damn!” When I rounded the corner, Quick was sitting back on the couch while she stood over him, looking crazy. They were both so engrossed in the argument that neither of them noticed me easing into the room.
“That sound like bullshit! Texting patients should be against policy! I’m gon’ report that bitch?”
“Man, have yo’ ass ever had two good days in a row? Call that girl job, and on my mama, I’m done fuckin’ with yo’ silly ass!” He fumed, waving her off. “You need to be tryna find a job while you in an employed muthafucka’s business.”
“Bitch, you the reason I got fired!”
“Naw, yo’ neck the reason you got fired, and that’s really the only part of your body I invited over here. Your pussy just showed up, and I’m definitely bouta put out a no trespassing on that muthafucka!”
“You get on my fuckin’ nerves! I’m leaving. Don’t call me back over here either!” She huffed, finally noticing me and having the nerve to look embarrassed.
