I laughed at him.
“Because I can, Gio! You are not in control; you don't run shit. When I told you we were done, you didn’t want to listen.Now you are going to listen, watch, and feel everything I want you to until my man puts a bullet in you.”
Gio tried to laugh and started coughing.
“Your man is soft.”
Love pulled his Glock outta his pants and smacked Gio across the face with it.
“Who soft, nigga?! Talk about yourself, nigga, don’t speak on a real one.”
Gio tried to wipe the blood from his face, but had no way to do it.
“Let me the fuck go!” Gio yelled out.
“BITCH! What the fuck don’t you understand?” Love asked. “When we let you go, you will be in hell. The fuck is wrong with you? You picked the wrong nigga to play with, thinking shit was sweet. I don’t play with what’s mine.”
Listening to Love talk was doing something to me. I don’t know if it was not seeing him in a while, the gray shorts, the Glock, or the tone in his voice, but seeing this side of Love—the Zone 6 nigga in him—come out was doing something to me.
I stuffed the rag back in Gio’s mouth.
“I am tired of hearing him,” I said, pulling Love by his shirt to the living room, interrupting what he was sayin’ to Gio, and pushing him on the couch.
“Wussup, boo?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “I don’t know what it is. I just want you.”
He licked his lips. “Take me then.”
While I stood in front of Love, I grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it on the floor. As I got on my knees, I threw my hair up in a messy bun, pulled his dick outta his gray shorts, and swallowed him.
“GOOODDD DAAAAMMMMNNN, Islah!” Love yelled out. “Take your time, mamas.”
I looked up at him, watching his head lean back.
Gio was behind me, still stomping, trying to make me stop, but I wasn’t. I swallowed my man’s dick, wanting Gio to think about when it was him.
“You miss what she used to do to you, huh Gio?” Love asked. “’Cause this shit sho do feel good.”
I kept sucking, spitting on his dick and licking it off, listening to my man enjoy all of it, while Gio was back there flipping out like a damn toddler.
“Ooou, Islah, you my nasty bitch, ain’t it?” Love asked.
I raised up and smiled. “I am, baby.”
Love grabbed my neck and kissed me. “You look so fuck sexy, mamas. Keep doin’ that.”
I nodded and went back down. My man was gripping the couch, fuckin’ my face while laughing at how mad Gio was.
“You finna cry, nigga?! A real nigga took yo’ bitch, and you can’t get her back, huh?”
Love had his head hanging back, his eyes were closed as I kept sucking him. As he lifted his head, his eyes got big. Before I could ask what was going on, Love pushed me to the side and was pulling his pants up when I looked back and saw Gio standing up with the arms of the chair still connected to him, but him no longer in the chair.
“Shit!” I yelled out.
“AHHHH!!!” Gio yelled as he rushed over and tried to rush Love, but Love shot him twice in his chest, sending Gio quickly to the ground.
I sat on the floor beside the couch, looking at Gio, who lay there staring at me, softly asking me for help.
