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I let Summer finish eating before I dropped her off at home to get some rest. I sent Pinkie a text message so we could link up and talk. It was time to end this shit between us before Summer snapped. Her eyes were telling me she was at the end of her rope. All I thought about was my daughter. To keep us all safe, it was time to stop playing this damn game.

Pinkie wasn’t letting me come to her house, so we met at her club. She told me to park in the back by her car and she’ll come down. She wanted me to come inside but I knew better than that. I felt like if we talked in the car, it would be quick and I could get back home. When I parked behind her car, I sent her a text and waited for her to come down.

She walked down looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. I didn’t want her in my car but she climbed in anyway and shut the door. Her perfume invaded my nostrils and made my dick hard.

“What you coming to tell me; you can’t give me that good ass dick no more?”

“Yea, that’s actually what I wanted. I don’t want my girl getting upset because I’m fucking up. She’s carrying my baby and stress ain’t what she needs.”

“I can respect that, but she wouldn’t be stressed out if she wasn’t chasing behind me. What me and you got can go on forever because I’m not the one talking and acting immature.”

“I think it’s just her hormones, but we still need to chill.”

Pinkie’s hand went straight to my crotch. It didn’t take long for my dick to grow. She smiled at me before pulling it out.

“Would your girl do some wild shit like this? In broad daylight with a mouth full of dick?”

She gobbled it whole, making it disappear and reappear. My hands found their way in her weave to help her go down on it a little further.

“Why you holding in them moans? Let them out. You know that only turns me on more.”

I let my seat back a little and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. Pinkie was good at what she does, that’s why she’ll never be a wife. It’s been days I sat and thought about why she would even want to be someone’s side bitch. I would always come back empty.

“Tighten your mouth up some and suck it slow so I can give you what you want.” I looked down at the back of her head.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to focus on the nut that was building, but all I could see was Summer and her holding my baby with a gun in her hand. The shit was bothering me so bad that my dick went limp, and no matter how much Pinkie tried to get it back hard it just wouldn’t get up.

“Pinkie just move. I need to go so get out.”

She wiped her mouth and pulled the visor down to straighten her hair before getting out. I don’t think her feet were completely on the pavement before I pulled off heading towards my house. I parked next to Summer’s car and walked in the house.

“Summer!” I called out, but she didn’t answer.

I walked up the stairs because she was probably knocked out as usual. All she did was sleep and eat. The television was on in our bedroom, and the cover was pulled back but she wasn’t in the bed. There were small drops of blood on the carpet as I made my way to the bathroom. Summer was sitting on the floor, bleeding as she held her phone in her hand. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

“Baby, what’s going on? Where you bleeding from? Come on, let me get you to the hospital.”

As soon as I lifted her up her phone fell on the floor. It was a video with my voice and the sunroof of my car.

“Tighten your mouth up some and suck it slow so I can give you want you want,” was playing before Summer took the last piece of strength and punched me dead in my mouth before she passed out.

23. SUMMER

It wasn’t the time to argue with Law. My child’s life was in danger, and as he carried me to his car all I could do is replay the sound of his voice telling Pinkie how he wanted his dick sucked. My feelings were hurt, but I’ll deal with that later. I just wanted my baby to be alright.

“Hang on, baby. I’m about to get you to the hospital. Just relax.” He was scared. I could hear it all in his voice. He should be, since he was the reason that I was possibly about to lose my damn child. He told me he was done with her ass and nothing was going on but he lied.

“Law, shut the fuck up talking to me and drive the damn car. As soon as I find out that I’m fine, I want your ass to leave me the fuck alone.”

“You crazy as fuck if you think I’m going anywhere. Now, let’s make sure our child is good, and we’ll discuss this shit. I don’t want to stress you out any more than you already are.”

I wanted to argue some more, but I was about to slip into unconsciousness again. My head was hurting so bad, and everything in front of me was blurry. I didn’t know what was wrong. All I cared about was making sure my baby lived. The way my heart was aching at the moment, I could die so my baby could live. Law would love them way more than he was loving me right now.

I was able to open my eyes as Law scooped me out of the car and jogged into the hospital. The cool air sent a wave of nausea through and released whatever I ate right in Law’s face. He couldn’t get mad. He wiped his face and asked the nurse for some help. As they laid me back on the bed and rolled me on the elevator, all I heard her say was that my blood pressure was at stroke level before I went out again.

“Baby…Summer, can you hear me?” I heard Law whispering in my ear, but I laid there as still as I could because I didn’t want to be bothered. “Please wake up so we can talk.”

My movements from my baby gave me joy. I was unsure of how long I had been out or what had happened while I was out. Right now, I just wanted Law hoe ass out of my face before I opened my eyes and bite his fucking nose off.