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She didn’t say anything else. Just stood there looking at me, and I stared right back.

Then I stepped forward, bent down, and scooped her ass up before tossing her over my shoulder.

“What the fuck! Put me down!”

I ignored her and started walking, and her palms immediately started smacking against my back and arm while she cussed my ass out the entire way toward the exit.

“Put me the fuck down!”

I smirked and adjusted my hold on her. At least now she was coming with me.

Ididn’t know who the fuck this nigga thought he was, but one thing I did know was that he was strong as hell. The more I twisted and tried to get down from his arms, the tighter his hold became. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know all this damn fighting I was doing wasn’t getting me anywhere.

“Put me the fuck down!”

He didn’t say shit. He just kept walking like he didn’t have a whole grown-ass woman fighting for her life in his arms.

“Did you hear me? I said put me down!”

He still didn’t say shit, and he was working my nerves. By the time we made it outside, I was breathing hard from all the struggling while this nigga hadn’t even broken a damn sweat.

I heard the chirp of a truck unlocking before he carried me over to it and opened the passenger door.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He finally lowered me, but before I could fully touch the ground, his hands settled around my waist and he lifted my ass right into the seat.

I stared at him. Did this nigga really just put me in the truck like I was a fucking child?

I immediately reached for the handle, but his big ass was still standing in the way.

“Move.”

“Nah.”

My eyes narrowed. “Nigga, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you need to move before I⁠—”

“Before you what?”

The calm in his voice made me pause. He wasn’t yelling or threatening me. This nigga stood there looking down at me like he genuinely wanted to hear what I thought I was about to do.

And that pissed me off even more.

“Move!”

Instead of moving, he leaned inside and reached across me.

I jerked back. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking relax!”

He pulled the seat belt across my body and clicked it into place. I looked down at it, then slowly brought my eyes back to his face. This nigga had officially lost his fucking mind.

“I don’t know where the hell you think you’re taking me, but I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He looked at me for a second before stepping back and grabbing the door.