Trigger Warning, *Gun Violence
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Two weeks later
"Ahhh shit!" I smiled and let Dante wrap his buff ass arms around me, slightly sending me stumbling back. "I missed you bruh!"
"I missed you too, D. Now let me go before they think we some fruity motherfuckers." I said, eyeing the paparazzi that were snapping their cameras hella fast outside of the airport.
He pulled back and cleared his throat with a nod. "You right." I chuckled and followed him, crutches free, to a nice ass car. "So what you think huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows and put my suitcase into the trunk.
"I think you're blowing your money like a dumbass." I said and he gave me a look as I slid into the passenger seat, him at the wheel. "How much even was this car?"
He simply waved his hand and started the car with a button before pulling out of the parking lot. "Does it matter yo? I signed on for ninety million bro, this car doesn't even make a dent." My eyebrows shot up in shock and he nodded. "Wait til you see my crib." He added with a wink.
Ninety million? Holy shit..
I found myself looking at my best friend proudly. He crawled his ass out of New Orleans, barely scraping by with C's and managed to get a scholarship to Howard, only to kill four years and get drafted out the bat. "You the one talking about gay shit and you over here staring at me like you want the first letter of my name."
I smacked my lips and looked away. "I;m just proud of you nigga. Out here living your dream and shit.. and I saw that catch last night." He grinned and playfully popped his collar. "Everybody's talking about it."
"Man I really didn't think I had that ball too. I was just like damn I'm glad for that dry spell I had." I gave him a confused look and he held up his right hand before making a jerking off motion.
"Nigga- ew." I pushed his hand down with a frown and he laughed under his breath. "You nasty as hell."
"Aye, it made my hand strong. I bet that's how I was able to catch it with three fingers."
I couldn't help the laugh that left my lips. This nigga really didn't change.
After the drive, I raised my eyebrows when we drove into a driveway in front of a nice ass house. Look at my bestfriend go.
"I got my homie coming over in a few to give me some tats so Imma go freshen up real quick but uh yeah," He said after we walked in, tossing his keys on the table. "Make yourself at home bro, what's mine is yours."
"Thanks bro." I said and sat on the couch before pulling out my phone to call Robyn, as promised. "Hello my favorite bajan." I said once the call connected.
"Mhm I knew it." I rolled my eyes at who's voice I heard on the other end. "Rob, I'm your girl favorite! I win!" Melissa said on the other end with a high pitched laugh.
I heard footsteps, followed by rustling and a loud 'ow' from Melissa. "I told you stop answering my phone bitch." My girlfriend said in her usual biting tone. "Hi babe." Then it got sweet for me. "How was your flight? Your foot feel okay?"
"Yeah it's all good. A little sore but nothing I can't handle." I leaned back on the couch and yawned slightly. "Imma facetime you, alright? I wanna see your pretty ass."
"Nooo." She whined but I already pressed the button and she answered with a cover pulled up to her face, covering half of it. "I have no makeup, I just woke up." I gave her a look as she continued to hide from me like she ain't look good with or without her Fenty shit on.
"Robyn." I said, my head titling as her eyebrows scrunched together. "If you don't move that shit- you look good period." I saw the corners of her eyes get those little wrinkles which let me know she was smiling. "As much as I fucking love those gorgeous eyes of yours, I wanna see what that mouth do-"
"I hate you." She laughed out and finally pulled the cover down. I winked softly before leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees, now looking down at my phone. "Why'd you have to leave?" I raised my eyebrows as she rolled onto her stomach with a frown. "Khaled just asked me to hop on a track with him and I wrote my whole verse... based on your ass."
"Hm? Lemme here something."
She reached over and grabbed her notebook from wherever it was, then flipping it over. "Let's see um.. ooh okay, I think this was good." She cleared her throat and started to sing softly, "I hope you know I'm for the takin'. You know this cookie's for the baking. Kitty, kitty, baby give that thing some rest, 'cause you done beat it like the '68 Jets." I smirked and nodded in agreement. I liked that line. "..Just keep it white and black as if I'm ya sista, I'm too hip to hop around town out here with ya." I didn't like that line.
"Hang on. Hang on." She raised her eyes back to the screen, amusement dancing in them. "Hell you mean you too hip- you too hip to hop around town with me? I'm over here tryna be your bunny and shit." Her head dropped, another laugh racking her body. "You better be on your energizer shit with me girl."
"Okay wait." Her laughed died slowly as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I only wrote that 'cause it sounded good okay? You know you're my gray area babe."
"Nah nah nah." I said while waving my hand. "Miss me with that. You out here running game on me huh? I see you Fenty." She smacked her lips and pouted cutely. "I was only planning on staying out here for two days.. might make it a week with that bull."
"Baaabe," She whined again and shook her head before staring right at the camera, making it feel like she was here in person. Here we go... "Don't do that to me daddy." I tried this time y'all. I really tried but even thousands of goddamn miles away, she still had that power.
I huffed and looked away from the phone. "Yeah whatever." I mumbled but to her it was probably like a 'Two days it is. Sincerely, your bitch.'
"Dante isn't getting y'all into trouble right?" She asked with raised eyebrows. "No clubs?"
"Nah, probably just chill out, maybe check out his stadium. Nothing crazy." I said, just as I saw Dante walking down the stairs with.. two bottles of Hennessy. And not the little shit. "Oh goodness." I said and tried to get his attention without alerting Robyn. But, like always, his head was down and he just talked..
"Lemme tell you bro, we are about to get fucked up. It's gon be like your bachelor party before the bachelor party tonight. Gotta send you off into cuffedville the right way since I heard y'all dropping 'I love yous' and shit." I dropped my phone on the couch and slid to the floor dramatically, my hands covering my face. Out of everything.. everything in the world he could have said. "What you doing on the floor?"
"Nothing crazy, my ass!" His eyes widened and I nodded slowly. "What's this bachelor party hm? Last time I checked, I ain't have no ring.. so what's this party for- and if you don't take the goddamn screen off the ceiling, Y/n imma kick your ass." I continued to stare at Dante silently until he picked up the phone with an uneasy smile.
"Hey.. I wasn't talking about Y/n, girl." He laughed nervously and looked around before piping up just as the door opened and a tatted up guy walked in. "I was talking about my guy Ryan." The tattoo artist raised his hands in confusion. "He's getting married and I'm his best man so-"
"Married? What? Bro I thought we were going out and-" Dante and I both tried to call him off. Think it worked. "..getting pussy after I gave you some ink."
I'm done.
"Welp, I tried." My eyes widened when he dropped my phone before stomping it to pieces.
"Nigga what the hell?!" I exclaimed and hopped up, pushing him off of my phone. "So now you want her pissed at me for not returning her calls??" Realization dawned on his as he winced. "You some kinda stupid, Dante." I said with a huff, dropping back to the couch.
"My bad.. I haven't had a girl in years, I forgot how shit works. Here, call her from my phone." I gave him a look. "What?"
"She's not my mother, I don't know her goddamn number by heart." He slowly pocketed his phone, leaving me huffing on the couch in anger. "DM her from your insta or something man, I don't remember my password." He nodded and started typing, leaving me to grin at the guy who looked confused as hell. "What's up, I'm Y/n."
"Ryan." He said, shaking my hand. "You getting tatted too?"
"Na-"
"Yes I am." I said and Dante raised his eyebrows. "And you'll treat, right?" He rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless. "Perfect. I been meaning to get some wings on my back." Ryan nodded and started to pull his equipment out and while he did, I pointed at Dante. "I don't want a crazy night, D. I got a girl to worry about."
He waved his hand. "Don't worry. It'll be tamed."
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"Show us your tattoos!" I snorted, gripping a bottle of patron as the girls surrounded me in swarms in the vip section of the club.
"I can't do that." I brought the liquor to my lips and shook my head. "I got a girl y'all, I'm sorry." They all called out their disapproval and I chuckled before lowering the collar of my shirt and just showing one of the new tattoos I got on my right collarbone.
"V.B? Is that your girlfriends initials?"
I quickly shook my head. "Hell nah, it's my moms name and her birthday under." They oohed like it was some big thing. I lifted my shirt back into it's place and set the bottle down as they kept firing questions.
"Did you tattoos hurt?"
"Are you famous?"
"So where are you from? Your accent is like kind of southern?"
I raised my eyebrows and answered them. "Yeah it hurts at first but then it gets numb after a while. No I'm not famous, and I am not from the south. I was born in Atlanta." More 'Oohs.' What the hell were they so fascinated about??
"Yo," I looked up when Dante came over to me. "We about to sneak out the back and grab some food from the spot down the street." I nodded and excused myself from the girls as we walked with him, and his friend Ryan, out of the back. "You don't mind walking right? Black SUV's grab mad attention."
I waved my hand in response and we all walked out the back and started down the street to the food place. It was downtown so the streets were pretty crowded, luckily, so no one paid attention to the damn football player next to me. The fast food place we went to ended up being crowded as well and Ryan offered to get our food while we waited outside on the tables.
"So this clothing line?" Dante said and I nodded, squinting to see him better with my slightly glazed eyes. "How's it coming?"
"Real good. I already got my manufacturers, just gotta get the damn name now." I yawned softly and leaned forward on the table. "I feel like I want it to be something with my roots, you know? Atlanta.. just something that's me." He nodded in response with a hum.
We sat there for a moment, both silent until a throat cleared. I looked up and saw a cop standing next to us, his hands resting on his belt. "How are you guys tonight?" I looked him up and down and instantly saw his demeanor. He already looked defensive as hell.
I then glanced at Dante and saw his stoic face so I spoke up. "We're good sir, how are you?"
He looked at me before looking back at Dante. "What are you guys up to tonight?"
"What's it matter to you, bruh?" I clenched my jaw and lightly kicked Dante's shin from under the table, my head shaking when he looked at me. "Whatever man." He mumbled.
I huffed and smiled at the officer. "Do you need anything sir?" I wasn't a kiss ass but I saw too many of my brothers and sisters go from crooked cops. So, best thing I could do was approach whatever he was thinking in the opposite of how he was coming at me.
"Yeah, can I see some ID's?" I started to pull my wallet out and slid my ID on the table, only to see Dante still staring up at him.
"D," I said and he didn't look away. "Just give it to him bro, don't do this."
"Nah, not until I know what he buggin us for." He crossed his hands on the table and continued to stare at him. "What's up?"
The cop stared my best friend down and I could literally feel the fear building up in me as he let his pride take over. I exhaled and leaned forward again, tapping the table but his eyes wouldn't fucking budge.
"I'm only asking once more.. let me see your ID or-" And then he fucked up.
Dante stood up. "Or what?" In an instant, I saw his body hit the table, the officer pressing him against it. "Get off me, you pussy ass nigga." I shot up and felt my fight response take off as he struggled against his grip. I saw his hand move to his waist and.. I just reacted.
I slid forward and shoved the cop back, my body covering Dante's. "Please don't." I said with wide eyes, watching his hand pull the gun from his holster in seconds, now aiming at me. "Please-"
"Get the fuck out of the way!" He yelled and I swallowed thickly, my head shaking as he cocked it. "Move now!" Dante pushed me to the side and the officer pointed at him but I knew it wasn't for intimidation. Again, I just reacted. I heard 'get down!', my feet moved, then a loud pop.
I snapped my head to Dante and he looked back at me with wide eyes. My gaze moved down to his body but I saw no holes, no blood. Then, in a split second, I felt a gut curling pain in my lower abdomen so I looked down. "Oh shit." I mumbled and stared at the growing crimson spreading through my tshirt.
"Bro help her!" I leaned back on the table and slowly sat down, my eyes moving everywhere from the officer slamming Dante to the ground and cuffing him, then to the burger place that suddenly opened, people fleeing out in curiosity.
"Woah woah." Ryan ran out, dropping the food in his grasp as the officer called for backup. "What the hell are you doing? Get off of him!"
I held my hand up at him as I heard sirens, my eyes moving to Dante who was seething on the ground with tears in his eyes but no longer moving with the gun now pressed to the back of his neck. His eyes held mine and I nodded, silently letting him know I was with him. I pressed my hand to my stomach and sighed.
Though I literally had a bullet in my stomach, everything oddly felt slowed down.. relaxed even.
"Somebody gotta call um.." I shook my head, feeling the energy leaving me but I wasn't about to go down, not like this. I didn't get out the ATL to go down like this. I suddenly heard the sirens echoing around my head like I had on headphones and it kept going in an out, along with my vision.
Looking back down, I saw my shirt completely ruined and my hands were completely red now. I tried to stand up, only for my legs to collapse, making me drop to my knees and slowly drop face down to the pavement. "Yo, stay up, come on." I heard Ryan said, his hand on my back. "Come on, your girl is mad at you remember? Don't leave her with that as her last feelings about you."
I groaned and laid my head on the ground. "My stomach.." I closed my eyes, the pain going from a minuscule wave to a tsunami. "I- I can't." I felt a loan tear leave my eyes, the darkness closing in faster than I'd like. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, letting the peaceful ass feeling wash over me.
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Rihanna's POV
"Thank you so much Dublin, I had a bomb ass time." I waved with a smile, blowing a kiss before walking off of the stage with a big ass smile. Nothing made me happier than performing. Well, other than pasta and plantains and cotton candy and Y/n. But we not gon' talk about that negro and her dumb self.
I knew her and Dante were probably liver deep in some damn alcohol right now. Dante texted me on Instagram that he broke her phone and I couldn't tell if that was an excuse or not but I trusted her. Not him, I didn't trust him with shit.
"I cannot wait to get in my bed." I groaned out when I walked into the dressing room, playfully falling onto Melissa. But when she didn't scream her usual 'get off, you heavy bitch', I raised up and looked down at my best friend in confusion. "Who got you cold, bitch?" I teased but she wouldn't meet my eyes. The hell? I moved next to her and leaned down to catch her gaze. "Melissa? What's going on?"
Her mouth opened before she closed it and looked over at Jen who sat in the corner, the phone pressed to her ear in a somber state. Why was everyone so damn sad? "Yeah she's.. she's here." She handed me the phone and I grabbed it to see an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rih, it's Jay." Now Y/n's brother was calling me? What the hell? "I'm calling to tell you that Y/n is in the hospital."
I rolled my eyes and dropped onto the couch. "Oh jeez, did she reopen her stitches? I told her ass not to be so wild." I then huffed and held the phone up with my shoulder as I pressed it against my ear to take off my heels. "If you can, get her to call me-"
"No Rihanna she didn't-" I stopped taking off when his voice shook, now thick as if he was holding back tears. "They're trying to bring her back."
I froze. "What? Bring her back where? What are you talking about." He fell silent. He couldn't mean what I thought he meant right? No, no way. "Jayden, what are you talking about?"
"She got shot and t-they said her heart.. it stopped. Her heart st-stopped."
What.. What? I couldn't process shit as the phone slipped out of my hand and onto the floor. Y/n did not die.. she didn't.."Tell me it's a joke." I looked up and both of my best friends both looked at me in pity. "Tell me i-it's not true. Please tell me-"
"Oh Rob." Melissa wrapped her arms around me and I squeezed her shirt between my grasp, tears running down my cheeks as sobs shook me down to my core. There was no way I lost her, not like this. We were settling, evening out, we said our I love you's- she can't be taken like this. "Just stay positive Robyn, come on."
I shook my head, hearing Jen talking with Jay before she walked over and knelt in front of me, her hands grabbing mine. "We're gonna pray, okay?" I nodded subconsciously, not even feeling enough energy to respond. As Jen prayed, my eyes dropped to the floor and I closed my eyes, feeling the heaviness of my body take over.
All I knew was that this couldn't be in. My last words to her would be.. it would be I'm gonna kick your ass, not I love you, not I miss you. And just like that, the tears came back and I choked on my cries as the revelation hit me. "I can't lose her." I whispered. The two sets of arms hugging didn't even do anything, not with the chance of Y/n leaving me.
I couldn't lose her.
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