A Dangerous Love 2: Can't Let Go

by J Peach

  “See, that was just mean. Get away from me, ain’t nobody got time to play with you, just make sure you go home tonight.” She said, turning away from me, going toward the chicken joint.

  I went behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist then put my head on her shoulder.

  “Move, Blaze.”

  “Man, shut up. I was gon’ open yo door, I was just fucking with you,” I lied in her ear as we reached the door and Peaches stopped to look up at me.

  “You lying, you wasn’t gon’ open the door,” she called me out on my shit.

  With a shrug of my shoulders, I laughed. “So what? Just go with the lie I’m telling you so we can be good.”

  She started laughing while shaking her head. “You’re helpless, how you gon’ get a girl if you can’t open her door?” She asked as I pulled the door opened.

  “The fuck opening doors got to do with me being with you?” I asked her seriously.

  “Everything. Wait, I didn’t say me. I said a girl, I wouldn’t date yo ass because you’re rude and a thug. I don’t date thugs, dealers, hoods, none of that,” she counted off on her fingers, then finished with a roll of her neck.

  Fuck?

  “The fuck you mean I’m a thug, get that fuck shit outda here.”

  “And you cuss too damn much,” she said and I stopped walking.

  “I’m a grown ass man, I say what the fuck I want, whether it’s cussin’ or not. Fuck you mean, and I ain’t no mothafuckin’ thug, get that bullshit outda here.” Man, I was offended like a mothafucka with her calling me a thug. I was past that bullshit.

  “Thug, gangsta, killa or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, that’s what you are.”

  “Peaches, boss, get the fuck outda here with that shit.”

  Peaches’ hands went to her hips, eyes slightly slanted, lips twisted.

  “Ever killed someone?” The question left her mouth.

  The fuck was wrong with her asking me that shit in public?

  My eyes bounced around the chicken spot, looking at the folks that stood around. “What the fuck kinda question is that?” This babe done lost her fuckin’ mind. I glanced out the door, then back at her.

  Again, Peaches arms folded under her chest, her hip cocked to the side as she stared me down. “Have you ever killed someone, Blaze?” She asked, staring me in the eyes.

  Why the fuck would she ask me some shit like that out in the open?

  “No,” I told her and she smacked her lips.

  “Nigga you lying—”

  “Why the fuck you suddenly asking this shit fah?” I ain’t even wanna sit here with her ass no mo, a nigga wasn’t even hungry. “Man, lets go.”

  “What? Why? We haven’t even ate—” Grabbing her arm, I jerked Peaches up.

  “I don’t give a fuck, lets go. Or walk yo ass back to work.” Not giving her a choice, I started dragging her out the restaurant.

  “Blaze, let me go. What you getting mad for?”

  “Peaches, shut the fuck up!” I snapped at her and she stopped walking, yanked her arm away from me.

  “Who do you think you’re talking too? I was only playing with you, Blaze. Let me go!” She snapped, hitting me.

  Grabbing her by the throat, I roughly pushed her against the truck.

  “Hit me again, I’ma break yo fucking neck. Now get yo ass in the truck.” Letting her go, I opened the passenger side door, pushed her in, then slammed the door before going to my side doing the same thing. Starting up the truck, I quickly pulled off, heading back to the Center.

  ***

  The ride back was quiet, hell, not even the radio was playing. Once we got there, I pulled up to the door, waiting on her to get out. Truth be told, I ain’t wanna fuck with her no mo’. I wasn’t with that shit, she was on. To publically ask me if I killed somebody? That’s what did it for me.

  Never trust a nigga male or female that’ll ask some shit like that in public. Out of all the places she could’ve asked me that, she chose the inside of a restaurant. I had no time for no snake ass mothafucka.

  “Blaze, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was only playing—”

  “You didn’t, so don’t worry about it. Gon’ head before you be late.” I told her, nodding toward the door.

  “I got twenty minutes left.” I could feel her looking at me, but I ain’t even give a fuck at that moment.

  “Well, I got something to do.”

  “Blaze, look I—”

  “Man, I don’t even wanna hear that shit you spitting. Yo ass don’t know the first thing about me and yo ass judging a mothafucka. You right, Peaches, I’m a thug, I kill people, I own hella traps. But so what? Who I am ain’t got shit to do with what I do. I ain’t no fuck ass corner boy slanging, mama, I got my shit. But, shid, you ain’t even got to worry about a nigga fucking with you no mo’.” Putting the truck in park, I turned it off then took my keys out.

  “Blaze, I wasn’t serious okay, I didn’t think you would get mad. Damn, I’m sorry I ain’t even mean… What’s this?” She asked looking confused before her eyes fell back on me.

  “Yo key, I ain’t mad, not at all, baby girl. But shid, you were right from jump, this ain’t gon’ work. You ain’t want this anyways so I ain’t fuck’d up about it. You ain’t got to worry about a nigga no mo’, real talk. Gon’ head,” I told her, started up the truck again as I nodded toward the door. She still didn’t move and it was pissing me off that she was still seating here. “Peaches, get the fuck out, man, damn.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that. If you want me out, then you going to have to open my door,” she stubbornly stated.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I reached over and pushed her door open.

  “Are you serious right now? I was only playing with you,” the shocked look on her face didn’t faze me one bit.

  “I’ight, man, I’ll see you.” She sat there for a minute before letting out a sigh.

  “I’ma hold you to that,” Peaches got out and left her apartment key on the seat before closing the door.

  I wasn’t playing, I was serious. I wasn’t fucking with her, on some real shit. Letting the passenger window down, I picked up her key and tossed it out by her before pulling off.

  Chapter 10

  Blaze

  “Nigga, get the fuck outda here. Baby, this ball, you can’t be mad, get.” I laughed at Wayne. ”Baby, that was a three all day, bitch!” I laughed, taking the ball. “Nigga got nut in his mouth so he mad, just hold yo breath and swallow. My babies probably give yo ass some type of game,” I told him as I shook up with Sam, laughing.

  “Fuck y’all bitches, man. Bellow, these some cheating ass mothafuckas,” Wayne said, mad as hell.

  Nigga was always pissed when they lost.

  “Cheating or not, we won. Now give me my money before I beat yo ass,” I told him as I dribbled the ball before shooting.

  “Man, hell n’all, fuck that. Double—”

  “Nigga, fuck that, ain’t nobody about to be doubling all gotdamn night. Anastasia making a nigga dinner,” I said, rubbing my stomach, making them laugh, but only Sam knew what I meant. Anastasia was another trap house, but was for pills—Xanax, Ecstasy, Speed, Tylenol one through four with codeine, Crystal Meth, and Acid. If Sly and his people wasn’t a big connect on some of the shit I sell, I probably would’ve killed him.

  “Am I invited?” Bellow asked and I looked at Sam, laughing. Bellow and Wayne we knew since our teen days. Bellow was cool, Wayne I ain’t really give a fuck about. Even though they never gave me a reason not to trust them, I chose to keep my trust circle small when it came to friends.

  “N’all, you cool. Now let me get those two bills up off you.”

  “You gon’ quit betting that nigga,” Sam told Wayne as he pulled money from his sock.

  I nodded toward Sam so he could give it to him as I shook up with Bellow. “I’ll give you a chance to win yo money back, I’m having a Barbeque at the Rex’s Friday,“ I told Bell before dapping him.

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�I’m there, you already know,” he responded.

  “I’ight, my nigga, stay up. I got a date.” I picked up the ball, threw it at Sam, then grabbing my shirt, I flung it over my shoulder. “Did you get rid of those chirping birds?” I asked him, referring to the two guns I used on Joe.

  “Yeah, they’re dead, floating in the lake,” he assured me.

  I nodded my head, then pulled out my phone. “What you about to get into?” I asked as we walked to the parking lot.

  “Shit, about to meet King at Peaches’. I’m hoping she cooked, I’m hungry as hell,” Sam was a stupid mothafucka, but he was my nigga.

  “What yo ass plan on eating, her or the food?” I asked him straight up. I wasn’t no fool ass nigga. Peaches done had this nigga at least once.

  His ass laughed at that. “What you mean—”

  “Nigga, don’t play stupid, you her hoe. You know what the fuck I mean.” His ass stopped laughing as I said that. Leaning against the truck, I put my hands in my pockets.

  “I’m not her hoe. Don’t act like you haven’t tasted her ass either.” His lips twisted ugly with his accusation.

  I snorted. “The fuck I look like? I ain’t eating no bitch pussy. If she ain’t gon’ suck my dick once, I’m done with her ass. Baby, fair is fair, if I’ma make you squirt, its only right you make me nut. Simple as that. But you silly fuck ass niggas desperate just like these hoes. You don’t need sex, as long as you’re appreciated for something, you feel important for that moment. Key is not to give a fuck and to have patience. I bet she’ll be willing to let you fuck, bitch’ll be thirsty,” I told him.

  “What happened to you, yo ass was just threating to kill any nigga that fuck’d her. Now you telling me how to get her to let me fuck.”

  My brows went up at that. “The fuck gave you the impression I was telling you to use that shit on her?” I asked, looking at him like he was dumb.

  “We were just talking about her then you said that,” he explained.

  My head shook as he was talkin’. “Nigga you dumb ass fuck, if you fuck her I’ll kill you. That, I promise you. But shid, she ain’t my girl, she could do as she please, not my problem. But yo ass bet not fuck her.” Even though those words left my mouth, I knew if I saw her with a nigga I’d flip the fuck out.

  “She must have really pissed you off,” Sam assumed, staring at me for a long second, his brows furrowed. “This serious, I ain’t seen you this stressed since… Shid, never,” Sam stated as he posted up against his dark grey, 2014 Navigator truck.

  A heavy breath left my mouth and I ran a hand over my face. “Man, I don’t know, whatever it was I ain’t fucking with it no mo. You know how I am about judgmental mothafuckas and she just that. Bitch gon’ label me. But she fuck’d me up when she started asking if I killed somebody in public. I mean really fuck’d me up—”

  “Did you check her for a wire?” Sam asked seriously. He knew just like I did how dirty folks could be.

  “Shid, I should’ve. It fuck’d me up, though, when she asked that. I mean, as many times as we’ve been alone at the crib she could’ve asked me, but n’all, she wait until we out. I’m done with her ass, though. Aye and just because I’m stepping back don’t mean that’s a go ahead for you mothafucka, I’d hate to have to kill my brother over a bitch. But it is what it is.” My shoulders shrugged nonchalantly. Sam knew I wouldn’t kill ‘em, but I’d beat the fuck outda him, then her.

  “Get your soft ass outda here. I don’t want her, barely like her, but that don’t change the fact she got a messy ass pussy I like that shit.”

  Once that left his mouth, I rocked his ass in the jaw.

  “You bitch,” he laughed it off as he bucked up.

  We were thirty, still acting like we were twenty. Shit was crazy, but I squared up with his ass.

  We were just boxing when his ass almost fell.

  “I got fifty bucks on dreads,” a feminine voice called out from behind me.

  I turned around at the sound and I see this short, pudgy, thick ass light skin chick. Small, medium, or large, beauty was just that. I could admire a beautiful woman when I saw one and she was a nice, thick, yellow bone bitch. She had a little stomach, titties big as fuck, but her hips… Damn. They were wide and her ass poked out, I had to rub my head so I wouldn’t grab my twitching dick. Licking my lips after giving her a once over, I smiled at her.

  “Well, you might as well give me that fifty because dreads bout to lose, baby girl.” I told her.

  “I figured that much, his stance was all wrong from the beginning, but seeing as I don’t have fifty on me now, how ‘bout you let me take you out for a drink? I have a card.” She checked me out just as I had done her.

  Laughing, I looked at Sam as he tapped my shoulder.

  “I have to go, I’ll get up with you later. Little lady, you was wrong. If you hadn’t come over swinging all that ass, distracting me, I wouldn’t have almost fell,” Sam lied as he glanced her up before looking at me. “You have fun with that.”

  She laughed, rolling her eyes before looking back at me.

  “I’ight, my nigga. Get word out about Friday.” After shaking up with him, Sam hopped in his truck and pulled off. Dusting off my jeans, I turned to look to ol’ girl. “I ain’t caught yo name.”

  “Because I ain’t throw it,” she replied back smartly.

  “Damn, ain’t even get a niggas name and you getting smart already. I’m about to slap yo ass before I even get to know you. And I’m Blaze.” Damn, my mouth was getting dry as fuck.

  “Blaze, it suits you. I’m Krystal and believe I ain’t worried about you.” A cocky little smile came to her thin, pink lips.

  I nodded as I looked around me while I talked. “So, Krystal, what you tryna get into?” Looking back at her, I laughed as she bit into her lips, letting her eyes roam. “Tryna get into trouble I see. Get in.” She gave me a funky look while folding her arms over her chest. “Don’t give that look, we ain’t about to fuck. If you ain’t got shit to do, get yo ass in the truck,” I told her while opening the driver door.

  “Do you always talk to folks like this?”

  “Just those I like, now get in,” I told her, nodding toward the door.

  “How I know you ain’t gon try nothing, huh?” I laughed at that.

  “Man, get that shit outda here. We in an empty parking lot, if I was gon do something I would’ve knocked yo ass out already. But shid, I ain’t gon’ beg yo ass either. You riding or you gon’ stand there? Please believe, shorty, I don’t give a fuck which you choose.” With that, I hopped in the truck then started it up.

  I had just put the truck in reverse, about to pull off, when she started walking to the passenger side and got in. Once she did, I sped out the parking lot.

  ***

  “She beat yo ass with brass knuckles? No shit?” Krystal asked, laughing hard as hell.

  “Man, it ain’t that funny. I don’t hit women.”

  “I don’t give a fuck, I would’ve made an exception for that ass.” Krystal said, still laughing. When we left the courts we drove around for a bit, then I took her to get something to eat at a rib joint on Cleveland and we had just been kickin’ it there.

  Krystal was a cool ass chick, crazy as hell, but cool. Straight shit talker and I liked that about her. She wasn’t one of those self-conscious ass females, she knew what she had and flaunted that shit sexily. I liked that.

  “Yo ass wouldn’t have done shit but sat there looking crazy.” I doubted shorty was a fighter. She just ain’t look like the type to get down, but more of a prissy chick.

  I watched as she sat her drink down and pulled her hair into a ponytail on top her head.

  “Bring yo ass outside and find out,” she said, pressing her tongue against her jaw and smiling with a razor blade in between her teeth. Then she put it back. “Come on, baby, fuck with me,” she said, smiling this cute closed mouth smile.

  “Yo ass crazy. Who the fuck walks around with a blade in their mouth? I mean, I h
eard folks doing that but never actually seen that shit. How the fuck you don’t cut yo mouth up,” I asked, serious as hell, making her laugh. “Ain’t shit funny, yo ass talking like you ain’t got shit in there when bitches with tongue rings talk tied-tongue as fuck, adding a ‘S’ at the end of everything, making shit obvious it’s something in there.”

  “A dramatic ass explanation. Fah real, Blaze, you doing too much,” she exclaimed with a laugh.

  “Fuck you.”

  Rolling her eyes, she pulled the blade from her mouth. “It has a cover over the sharp part, I stick it between my cheek and teeth I’ve been doing it since I was fourteen, so it’s nothing now,” she replied with a shrug.

  “You ready?”

  “Yep, those were some good ass ribs. I’ma have to come back here,” she said while packing up our trash.

  “Just let me know when.” I would have definitely taken her out again.

  She laughed as we got up, threw our shit away then walking out.

  “It ain’t too many men that’ll be willing—”

  “Don’t go comparing me to these niggas you know or fuck’d with.” I cut her off, I thought that was Peaches’ problem. Her ass was used to a certain type and probably thought I was like they ass.

  “Touchy, aren’t we?”

  “Fuck you, get in the truck before I leave yo ass out here.” Watching her ass sway, I licked my lips. I was so focused on her ass that I hadn’t realized she stopped until after I ran into her. I’ma fuck that ass. Boss, shit, just stupid big for no damn reason.

  “You ain’t heard shit I just said did you?” She asked the obvious while looking at me.

  “Hell n’all, walk yo ass on the side or behind me if you want me to listen to you. That ass distracting as fuck.” Pushing her out the way, I walked to the driver side, getting in just as she did. “You rushing to get to the crib?”