Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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After hearing another nigga talking about how good Milani's pussy is. I lose my fucking mind. That's my girl. That's my pussy and that's my baby in her stomach. I never knew that she'd stoop that low. I can't believe she let another nigga hit while carrying my kid. Out of all the shit she could've done to me, this has to be the absolute worst. My heart aches as the hurt takes over my body, causing me to replay that nigga's words in my mind. The crazy part about it is, she probably only did it to get over what she heard between me and Emma. The more I think about another nigga deep inside her, the more the room starts spinning.
Grabbing my bottle of vodka, I take a long swig before forcing myself off the couch then book my flight to Vegas because I meant what I said. If I catch that bitch ass nigga with my girl, I'm ending his life. Taking a deep breath, I grab my keys and start driving to Brandon's house because if anybody can calm me down, it's him.
As I'm drinking and driving, all I wanna do is drive my car into a ditch, but I be damned if I don't fight for my woman. 20 minutes later, I drunkenly pull up to my destination and see an old school car sitting in the yard which pisses me off more than I already am. It's not just any old school car. It's the black old school corvette with the red side mirrors and red tires which happens to be the same car that let off shots towards me the day of my first task. I'd know that car anywhere. It's been embedded in my brain since the driver mentioned threats about harming Milani.
I grab my gun from my glove compartment and slip it into the waistband of my jeans then grab my bottle of liquor, carrying it with me up to the door. Knocking hardly, I try to contain my anger as I think about that car. I should've known Brandon was blackmailing me because he's the only one that knows my deepest, darkest secrets. The more I think about everything, the more it all makes sense. When the door swings open and Brandon is staring back at me with a sly grin on his face, I almost lose my shit, but I keep calm. I wanna see how all this shit gone play out. He probably doesn't even know I saw the car that day before it sped off.
"Wassup? Long time no see." He says, dapping me up.
"Sup, right right. What you been up to besides buying cars and shit?" I say as I sit down across from him on the couch.
"You talking bout that corvette? It's clean ain't it? I got that bitch a couple weeks ago."
Nodding my head, I don't say a word. I just drink from my bottle then hand it to Brandon who finishes off the rest of it before asking me to roll up for us while he goes into the kitchen to get us another bottle. While he's gone I grab his phone and quickly unlock it, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure he's not coming, a frown comes across my face when I see that he's been constantly texting, calling, and Facetiming Milani which only furthers my suspicions. I should've known that nigga was a snake when he picked his relationship with Chanel over our friendhsip. Putting the phone down, I finish rolling up and by the time I'm finished, Brandon is back with a bottle of Henny and two red solo cups.
