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♥Money's POV
Later That Night
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"You know you really not shit." I said calmly not wanting to show how mad I really am.
"Meela-" I cut him off.
"They told me you'd do this shit. I never fuckin listen. You make shit sound so good that I never listen to nobody else." I kept going picking my stuff up along the way.
"Don't be mad aight, it's not like last time." he tried to plead his case.
"What's it like then huh?!" I said finally raising my voice. "Before you came back I was on my shit. My mind was on my chips and nothing else fuckin mattered."
He turned me around and slammed me roughly into the door, fingers tips leaving their traces on my skin.
"So what the fuck are you saying." I looked away from him.
"I'm saying fuck everything that's happened bewteen me and you." I bit my bottom lip staring into his eyes. I let my hand trail from his neck down to his chest feeling his tense muscles relax under my finger tips. "Its not worth the push anymore."
He leaned down and kissed my lips gently taking the weight of the world off of my shoulders if only for the moment. "I can make it worth it."
"No you can't. Enjoy your trip." I turned around opening the door to let myself out.
I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the car. I opened the passenger door , looking at him for only a split second. The amount of betrayal in his eyes was enough to make me me flinch. I closed the door scooting back as far into the seat as I could letting the tent on the windows be my shield.
"You good?" he said pulling off.
"Yea Meeko, I'm good."
~Recap : Back at the Club~
I went to walk away but he pulled me back.
"That's not how shit works baby." He ran his hand down the side of my face. "I can double the money back that I just lost in there with one phone call, but if I lose you... if I lose you, I can't get you back. So what's this money really worth to you?"
I was about to respond when gun shots rang out through the entire club.
"Fuck." I heard him say as we both reached for our guns. People were running in every direction screaming as gun shots kept going.
I didn't bother going back for Noelle and Nay knowing that they left as soon as they hit the lick.
He held my hand tightly as we ran through the crowd looking for the nearest exit.
Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscious was fighting for my attention... Trying to tell me that I knew what the reason behind the gun shots was but I did my best to block it out.
"Over here Meela." he pulled me towards a down the stairs towards a door.
We ran through and out of the door and to his car the entire time hearing footsteps echo behind us.
They had on black masks, two of them.
"Two birds, one stone." was all I heard one of the boys say before things went blank.
All that I could remember was my gun leaking bullet after bullet until it was empty. The Benz swerved out of the lot, the back windows shattering from impact of bullets that were still being fired. Fired at... us.
The ride back to his place was silent other than our rapid heart beats. I kept my eyes on the road silently thanking God for blessing me one more time as he smashed through traffic strategically maneuvering through the lanes.
Somewhere along the way we switched cars, going from the benz to a BMW coupe.
We walked into his house and I was the first one in the shower. I stayed in for what was probably an hour in hope that the hot water would help to wash away my stress.
I got out putting on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers and socks.
When I walked into the living room he was sat on the couch shirtless, blunt in hand.
He was tense not acknowledging my presence at all. "When did you find out?" I said simply
"That they wanted the both of us? As soon as my plane dropped." he blew smoke into the air relaxing back into the couch.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you tell me that they only wanted me? Why-" he cut me off putting his blunt out and standing up.
"I was tryna protect yo ass that's why! I thought you would be more careful if you knew, but I guess not huh?" his voice got softer towards the end as he walked passed me to the kitchen, I followed shortly after.
"I don't need you to take care of me. I can take care of my fucking self." even as I said it I was unconvinced.
"Oh word? That's not what the fuck it look like. You queen B around this bitch but you keep forgetting that I knew you before this shit. What would of happened if you got hit tonight?" he didn't give me time to answer "Nothin. Nothin woulda fuckin happened. You woulda been somewhere slumped...over some money, and yo spot would've went to the next, quick. When you gone learn that these niggas don't give a fuck about you, I do." my cell phone rung from the living room so I left him in the kitchen.
"Where are you?!" I knew it was Trey by the tone of his voice... he sounded worried and mad all at the same time.
"I'm fine , I'm with Hassan." as I said his name he came back in the room staring at me while drinking clear liquid out of a glass and I'm sure it's not water.
"Are you safe baby girl? What happened?" Ryan said through the phone making me smile. It's crazy how much the love we have for each other grew in such a short time.
"Everything's copacetic Ry."
"Imma fuckin kill who ever did this shit, on God... got me so fucked up." I heard Trey saying in the background.
"Look, Meeko about to scoop you aight?"
"Yea alright, see you in a minute." I hung up the phone.
"Mee, I need to tell you something."
~End of Recap : Back to Present Time~
We walked out of the meeting room and I went straight to my room.
I laid back in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I welcomed the cold air that the open window let in.
I felt the bed dip under someone's weight next to me. I sat up pulling my knees to my chest looking over at Meeko as he laid on my bed with his hands behind his head.
"What happened?" he said calmly.
"Told me he had to go to Jamaica for a minute. Said it was some moves that needed to be made and only he could make them... he's leaving." My voice wavered as my mind went back to what Hassan told me exactly. He sat up and pulled me into his arms. He smelled like fresh money and I found myself wanting him to hold me closer, tighter.
"You don't have to front for me. I know that shit hurts." I looked up at him still in his arms.
My eyes slowly drifted from his lips , to his eyes, and then back to his lips.
"Meeko?" my voice was low. "Can you kiss me?"
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