Gangsta Luv

Trigger

"Aaliyah I know you, something is  bothering you"

"It's been an hour and Zaidan hasn't texted me back and he's not picking up my calls, he never normally takes this long" I finally say.

"It could be business or his phone is turned off"

"He always keeps his phone charged and he would send me a message even if he is busy or tired calling me back"

"He's okay, just stop worrying. You can ask Candice to call her man to ask about him"

"I know he's okay...I'm just not used to not getting a call from him during my break" I sigh.

"I'll call Candice for you and ask her"

"Remember I was speaking about his birthday the other day, I still have no idea what I should give him" I say changing the subject.

"A backaz"

"Jada don't even..." I say shaking my head.

"A dat di man want girl"

"See this is why I don't like coming to you about nothing"

"Just ask him what he wants than stressing yourself about it"

"My break is over, I'll call you back later" I tell her.

"Okay later"

I hang up.

The business phone rings and I pick it up.

"Hello, this is Aaliyah from Held Olive...how can I help you?"

When I finish up with work, I wipe down my table and leave my office.

On my way home, I listen to some music to lighten my mood.

I get to the house and head straight into the shower.

I gave the nanny permission to leave for the day.

I tried to call her Zaidan and I'm still not getting him...

Candice told me Ajay isn't answering his calls either.

I'm starting to wonder if he's okay...

I make my way to the living room and put on something to watch.

Couple seconds into the movie I drift off into sleep.

I'm woken from my sleep when there's a loud knock on the door.

I look at my phone to see that I have multiple missed calls from Zaidan.

I check the time.

6:08 pm

I quickly get up from the couch and I open it to find him standing there.

"Yuh nuh know how fi answer phone?" his face hard.

This is what he has to say after I've been calling him all day...

He gets in and I close the door behind us.

My eyes find blood stains on his shirt.

"Oh god. Are you okay?" I ask.

"Easy...mi good" 

"Take this off, you want me to wash this for you?" 

I attempt to take off his shirt and he stops me.

"No you don't have to" he says.

He takes the shirt off and walks past me.

I walk back over to the couch left in my thoughts.

Minutes after he comes back down in different clothes.

He walks over to me by the couch and sits beside me. He places a gun on the coffee table in front of us.

"I'm not trying to get you into nothing but take this"

"You know I don't know how to use it right?" I say looking at it.

As much as I used to be nervous around guns. 

It's normal to me now.

"I'll teach you how to use it one of these days"

"Mkay..."

"Wul it nuh" he says.

He picks it up from the table and hands it to me.

"Pull di trigger"

"What...ho-"

I look at him confused and he burst into laughter.

"It empty, mi just wah see if yuh know fi aim" he smirks.

"Okay"

"You have to hold it steady, relax the hand that you are using to squeeze the trigger, and apply more pressure on the hand you're holding it with"

I hold it up as if I'm aiming at a target and squeeze my finger down on the trigger.

"Looks about right but let me show you how it's done" 

He takes the gun from my hands and aims it.

This side of him is a whole different person.

Very short, I know. I promise the next chapter will be longer ❤️