Page 60 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Rosama exhaled with a nod while passing the blunt to me.

“I told you to handle that shit. Them pullin’ up here could⁠—”

“’Cause more issues than needed, I know,” Rosama said, cutting Dre off.

I passed the blunt back to Dre, and he stared at me and Rosama.

“Y’all been boo’d up, ain’t it?”

I tried to hide my smile, feeling like it wasn’t the time, but it was hard.

“We been in the crib, she’s been working and needed to relax.”

Dre chuckled under his breath with an attitude. “Relaxing instead of handling what you need to.”

Rosama stood up. “I’ma handle that shit. They won’t be comin’ around anymore.”

Dre nodded. “I hope not. That shit is bad for business.”

Rosama didn’t say anything else. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house. Before we could step foot on the steps, Blaze's eyes were already on us.

Rosama clocked that shit and wasted no time checking it.

“Nigga, you gonna have an issue with her every time you see her?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you talkin’ bout, nigga,” he responded.

“Yes the fuck you do. Every time she comes around you lookin’ her down like you finna do somethin’, so I'm askin’ you wussup.”

Blaze stood up, stepping in Rosama’s face while he was still holding tight to my hand.

“All I'm sayin’ is before you locked her down, you should have let me test the pussy. You used to pass bitches around. What’s different about this bitch?”

Seconds didn’t even pass—I couldn’t even say shit before Rosama smacked Blaze across the face, sending him flying back off the side of the steps.

“Oh, shit!” his brotha Brandon yelled out, trying not to laugh.

“Damnit! Blaze, I told you to quit that shit!” Dre yelled out.

Rosama walked me down the steps, and he stopped and looked at Blaze, trying to pick himself up.

“I know you just got home. So I’ma give ya lil’ horny ass a pass. But if you speak on my girl—look at her wrong or anything—I’ma kill you. And I put that on every fuckin’ thing I love.”

Blaze didn’t say anything else, shit. Nobody did as he opened the car door and helped me in. Once he got in the car, Blaze walked up the steps and took a seat, wiping his mouth.

“That nigga lost his fuckin’ mind, but I got otha shit to worry about.”

“Like don’t answer?” I asked.

He looked at me once he reached the stop sign at the end of the block.

“I don’t want you to be thinkin’ any other shit,” he muttered. “It’s not like that. It’s business.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, making sure he was bein real with me.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, princess. I swear to you.”

Chapter 19