Page 33 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

He looked at Golden and said, “Come on, let him do his thing. I’m making breakfast before we meet with auntie and Thaddeus.”

Golden got off my bed like an excited toddler and followed Greek to my kitchen. I was geeked at eating my brother’s food as well. When I got into my full bathroom, I brushed my teeth then went into the shower. While there I stood under the water and let the steam fill my bathroom. I closed my eyes and thought only of Story.

The wheels in my head had been turning in my head since I met her. Baby girl had one dimple on the right side of her cheek. It was so deep I could swim in it. Her complexion was a tad lighter than mine. It was a rich hot chocolate tone. Her eyes were like no one I’ve ever seen.

They had no color but the shape of them was almond with a slight slant. Her lashes were long, real and when she batted them, they brushed the bottom part of her eyes. Her full lips, pretty smile and that black shoulder length hair made her standout as well. Story was medium chunky girl.

There was meat spread out on her body that gave her a plump figure. Her hips spaced out right, thick ass thighs, meaty arms and her stomach had no gut, but it wasn’t washboard flat. Her curves went on for days, longs, a big booty, and pretty feet.

I have never examined a woman’s body the way I did hers. To top it all off, she was so feminine. Her conversation, the way she walks, laughs and even eats were so girly. It drove me insane and I just wanted to keep being around her.

When she arrived at Blake’s party with the chick Blake was feeling. It had me geeked all the way the fuck up and I just wanted to talk to her more than I did at the shop. But Dallas was up my nut sack, and it was Golden that kept telling her to stay up there.

That’s why I told her to go dance, and out of my damn face. That made Dallas mad, but I did not care. Dallas was a cool friend, but I did not want what she wanted at all. I had planned on going on the dance floor just to see what Story was up to.

That’s when I saw that she was into a dispute with Shontel and her brother Brim. I was not about to let Blake’s birthday be shut down from a fight, so I squashed that situation. I noticed Story was hurt by it and wasn’t talking to me.

I couldn’t have that so after we all started throwing back shots I went to check on her. Before I knew it, I was inviting her back to my place. And once again she impressed me. Story has a humbleness to her that was refreshing.

But she’s silly, ambitious and the easiest person to talk to. Thise few hours we spent together made me feel like I could be myself. I was so close to spilling out so much to her that I had to reel myself back in. I did not want to send her off running because I’m pouring my shit out on her lap.

Sleeping next to her was an experience I have never had. My entire body relaxed, I closed my eyes before hers. I remember looking at her sleep for a few minutes. I remember thinking that she was good and safe in my bed. Because of that I was able to close my eyes and sleep soundly.

After my shower I put on a pair of dark jeans with a red and black short-sleeved red and black t-shirt. My black and red Addidas high-top, my braids still looked good. I put some Dabur Amla oil all over my scalp.

I tied my black bandana around my head and wore it like a headband. My studs were in my ear, and I put my silver chain on. After I sprayed a little GIVENCHY cologne I grabbed my wallet, phone and left my room. It was perfect timing because Greek was finished cooking.

He made fried chicken and blueberry waffles with his lemon pepper bacon. He had warm syrup for us as well. I promise we told him all the time that he needed to start selling dinners or even getting a food truck. Greek said grace over our food then we started eating.

“Can we talk about the monkey in the room and I’m not talking about Story staying the night. I’m speaking on Brim and his incident.” Greek said.

Golden had a mouth full of food, but he still laughed.

Even if I wanted to brush off my response I couldn’t now because all Greek would have did was dissect it. He was so good at that.

“Shontel uses her brother to fight her battles and bully people all every time she doesn’t get her way. He was beyond disrespectful to Story and put his hands on her. I had something on me, a pat on his shoulder and the problem was solved.”

I kept eating and when I looked at my brothers they both had the same smirk on their faces.

“Fucking weirdos.” I said low but I know they heard me because they laughed.

We kept eating until our plates were cleaned. Me and Golden cleaned up and Greek was wrapping up a plate with aluminum foil.

“Did you make Thaddeus a plate?” I asked him.

Greek raised his eyebrow up and answered, “When have you ever seen me make another grown man’s plate that wasn’t my brothers?”

Golden did his usual, he laughed, I did too and I shook my head.

“Brother you have to chill on him. The man never did wrong by us at all, yet you dog him like he has.”

“Don’t know what’chu talkin’bout. When y’all ready we can roll.” Greek left the kitchen holding auntie Imani’s plate.

“That’s yo’ mean ass brother.” Golden played and said to me.

It took us about ten more minutes then we were done cleaning up. I locked my door and we got into Greek’s truck so we could drive to the warehouse and meet up with Thaddues and auntie Imani.

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