With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here,"
I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed.
" I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded.
I...
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JAFAR ELIAS MENDEZ HARLEM,N.Y.
" Damnnnn, she really cut yo ass off? that's tuff!" Kamari laughs while Jonah rolls the blunt we finna smoke up. Duke roll his eyes, leanin against the counter of Mari's kitchen. " Man leave dat nigga alone, that's his damn business."
" Nah, keep lettin him talk cus dis bullet finna hit his fuckin skull in a min, real shit. " I grunt, pulling my Glock from my sweatpants and sitting it on my lap.
He smacks his lips, waving me off as he took a sip from the bottle of Henny. " Nigga don't be mad at me I'm just stating the fuckin obvious! besides, you da one who aint want ha as yo girl."
Jonah scrunched up his nose, lookin between the two of us. " What? She ugly or sum?"
I glared at him, " No she aint ugly, so don't even say allat."
Duke smirked, grabbing a bag of chips that was in the snack bowl. " Den what she look like? Mari' been sayin she bad as fuck,"
I snapped my neck towards Kamari, raising my brows. " So you wanna get shot? is dat what I'm hearing?"
" Nigga-"
" Say anotha fuckin word and I fuckin promise you, yo blood finna paint these damn walls." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.
Jonah whistled lowly, " She must be fine as hell if you actin like this,"
I mean mug him, " Fuck is you talking bout? and don't you got a girl?"
" Man this nigga just chattin, pull up ha 'gram." Duke insisted, walking ova to the sofa and taking a seat by Kamari and Jonah. I clench my jaw, but don't say anotha word.
It's been a couple of days since she broke shit off wit me, and I aint been nothin but angry. angry at everyone but me. shit I don't even blame her cus a nigga like me just don't know what's good fa them until they leave. and what pisses me off the most is that I gotta deal with these dumbass mothafuckas talking bout her like I won't crack they skull open.
I'm not the possessive or territorial type but niggas was testing my fuckin patience and dat shit was wearing thin.
I tune back into the conversation, seein Kamari passing around the phone. Duke snatches the phone from his grip, wincing. " DAMN! That's her?"
I grab my gun from my lap, checking the bullets inside of it as they keep talking.
" Bro, she came ova hea like a month ago on sum chill shit wit my sister and she got this sexy ass voice too. apparently she from down south but she don't even sound like it,"
