Page 69 of Mia

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, sitting down uninvited.

“Back your ass up,” I said, scooting away from him.

“My bad, love. I just saw you over here and I had to come say hello.”

“You said it. Bye.”

“Damn, it’s like that?”

“I’m married,” I said, flashing the big ass rock on my finger. “I know you see that.”

“I don’t see no nigga. If you were my bitch, you wouldn’t be out here looking this good without me. That’s how you get snatched from your man.”

I laughed in his face. “You could never snatch me from my nigga.”

“Wanna bet? Let me buy you a drink. Talk to you for a little bit.”

“I’m good.”

“Come on, baby.”

“Nigga, I know you heard her say she got a muthafucking husband.”

A smirk spread across my face as I heard Titan’s voice. I looked at the man.

“You’re in danger.” Looking over my shoulder, I saw my man approaching. “Hey, baby.”

I took another pull from my blunt as he rounded the couch, knowing he was about to put on a show.

The guy stood to his feet. “Nigga, you let your bitch out looking like prey and expected her not to be hunted.”

Titan chuckled. “You called my wife a bitch?”

“Twice, baby,” I corrected.

“Twice? Oh, you a bold ass nigga, huh? Check this.”

Before dude could blink, Titan had chopped him in the throat. He stumbled backward, but before he could fall, Titan grabbed the front of his shirt and put his pistol to the man’s head.

“Nigga, I don’t play that disrespectful shit about that one right there,” he said calmly. “That’s mine, you feel me?”

“I— I feel y-you.”

“Nah, I don’t think you do. You sat your ass up here and came outta pocket to my woman after she told you she was married. You don’t see that big ass ring on her finger, bitch?”

“I see it! I’m sorry, man. I was tripping.”

“You was tripping? Nah, you were feeling yourself. Look at her. I know she’s beautiful as fuck. Pussy fire as hell too.” He winked at me, causing me to blush. “You thought you were gonna sweet talk her outta that thong, huh? You must want me to blow yo’ muthafucking head off, my nigga. She’s got a husband that ain’t wrapped too tight, and while she can handle herself, I make sure she won’t have to.”

“A’ight man! I get it!”

“Apologize to my wife for calling her out her name.”

“I’m sorry.”

Titan hit him with the gun. “Say it like you fucking mean it! Say I’m sorry, Mrs. DeLuca.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. DeLuca.”