A Dangerous Love 5: No Love Lost

by J Peach

  “Why?”

  “Because we really haven’t seen each other in so long. I don’t know, I was kind of nervous, thought you wouldn’t be the same, I guess. Why you think I never invited you over until today?” I asked, making him laugh.

  “Oh, that’s what it was. Shid, I thought it was because there’s beds in the house.”

  Laughing, I rolled my eyes at his silliness. “You’re so stupid.” I let out a small chuckle while staring at him. “Today was a lot of fun, the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

  “Glad I could be the one to bring fun back into your life. I’ll call you in the morning, okay.” Mumbling an okay, I hugged him. He tilted my head back and brought his lips to mine.

  I let out a contented sigh and leaned more into him as my hand moved up his chest and wrapped around his neck. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and my lips parted allowing him the access he wanted.

  Before our tongues could start their own intimate dance, my body went still hearing King’s voice as my front door opened. I quickly pushed myself out of Ron’s hold.

  “I don’t give a fuck, Ha’Keem! She’s not here so get the fuck out!” Ebony was snapping before she noticed Ron and me. “Now she’s here. Hey, Ron.” She waved at him. Looking at me, Ebony pointed to my brother. “Peaches, King is looking for you. Oh, and for some reason every time I call you, his phone rings.”

  I bit into my bottom lip trying not to laugh as she pushed King out the house and then slammed the door in his face.

  “Dumbass mothafucka, I should’ve choked her ass,” King snapped before focusing on us. “How the hell did I know it wasn’t gon’ be long before you two ended up together? So what’s good, Ron? You still liking my baby sis?”

  He better not start that shit.

  “King, please don’t do this—”

  “N’all, it’s cool. I like Ron, he’s a good dude. Hard working man here, got his head on straight. That’s what’s up,” King complimented.

  Okay, who the hell is this and where the fuck did my brother go?

  “Come in the house and have a beer with me, let’s talk,” he invited Ron in.

  Now I’m real confused.

  “King, um, are you high?” King’s face scrunched up at my question.

  “If I was high do yo ass think I’d look this fuckin’ stressed? If I was high I would’ve choked that stupid ass woman in the fuckin’ house!’” He yelled at the door. “Man, I just wanna choke her stupid ass so bad. Can’t apologize to these fuckin’ women no mo and think shit gon’ be cool. I need to get high, need to get fuck’d up dealing with this shit.” He ranted. King was ranting, he was hurting.

  Ebony still hadn’t forgiven him and I didn’t blame her. Even though I didn’t blame her, my brother was hurting and I didn’t like that. King had bags under his eyes. The nigga literally stalked my damn house when he wasn’t working, but once he got off he was right back over there.

  I must say, though, Ebony was staying strong this time, she wasn’t giving in. She ignored him and even got her number changed. She was still driving my mom’s car which King tried to take. He even tried to put her out of my house, but couldn’t.

  It had been almost two months and King was going through it bad. He missed her, it wasn’t a secret.

  Like the saying goes, you never knew what you had until it was gone.

  He took her for granted too many times and now he was feeling half of the pain she had to endure.

  “King—”

  “I’m good. Come on, Ron, let’s go have that talk.” I opened my mouth to stop King, but his hand was already on the back of Ron’s neck, pushing him into the house.

  I let out a sigh and followed behind them. “King, Ron can’t stay long. He has stuff to do in the morning.” Ignoring me, King went to my bar and grabbed two Heinekens. He pushed one to Ron. “Jerron, I’m apologizing now for anything he might say, don’t pay him no mind—”

  “What the fuck you mean what I might say? I just said I like dude. Peaches, I don’t have a problem with you dating, it’s just who you choose to fuck with. Niggas in my line of work ain’t what I want for you. That’s the only reason I’m hard on you and beat any nigga ass for tryna come at you.”

  Over protective King I can deal with, this nigga right here… I don’t know what to say.

  “Okay,” was my only reply. “Well, I’m about to go feed Cherry and check on Ebony—”

  “I’m good, boo, starving like hell, though. I’m about to order some Chinese, you want some?” Ebony asked, flopping down on the couch.

  “N’all, Ron and I already ate, let me go get Cherry. I’m sure her ass done tore up something.” After taking the bear, I walked out of the living room just as the door bell rang. “E, get the door for me, please!” I yelled as I ran up the stairs.

  Once I got to my floor, Cherry sat in the sitting area watching TV. She heard me then got up and came to me. “Hey, Cherry. You missed me, didn’t you baby?” I picked her up and went into my room, sitting her on the bed.

  I quickly changed into some comfortable clothes. I left on my tank top and slipped on some lime green sweats, with the matching fuzzy socks. Once I was dressed, I grabbed Cherry’s toy laser off my dresser. I picked her up and left my room.

  “King, leave me the fuck alone! Damn, irritating ass. No, I don’t miss yo ass, go find that Nikki bitch. Ain’t that one of the many bitches you fuckin’?” Ebony was snapping once again.

  I could hear her loud butt from the stairs. Bouncing down the last few steps, I went to the living room and stopped in my tracks.

  “What the fuck is this? Party at Peaches crib? If so, why the hell wasn’t I informed?” I asked seeing Bellow, Wayne— “Oh, hell no! Get this disrespectful ass nigga out my shit! And he got a beer?” I snapped, walking over to Wayne and snatching the beer out of his hand.

  “Why you gotda be so damn mean?” Wayne asked, mugging.

  “Because I don’t like yo ass. Now get yo ass off my sofa and get out.”

  Wayne looked at Bellow who shrugged. He looked back at me then scooted down more on the couch, opening his legs. He got comfortable.

  Laughing, I nodded my head. “Stay yo ass right there.” I walked to the bar and grabbed my purse.

  “Aye, chill the fuck out. Man, I rode with Bell—”

  “I don’t give a fuck, get out!” I snapped, still looking through my purse.

  “Yo, homie, she said get out, so get the fuck out—” Ron started saying, getting up.

  “No, Ron, I got it.” Grabbing my Ruger and knife, I turned back to Wayne. “You gon’ either walk yo ass out the door by yoself or be dragged out. Your choice. You have a second to decide. E, call the police and let them know I just shot a man for climbing into my living room window.

  “Once you finish, can you go outside and break the window so it can look like it was broken from outside and not in. Then you’ll help me drag him out after I put three bullets in his ass, right?” All the while instructing her on what to do, I was smiling widely at Wayne.

  “You know I got you, then maybe we can do King after,” Ebony said as she suddenly slapped the shit out of King. When she did that, I forgot all about Wayne.

  A gasp left my mouth as my hand covered my parted lips.

  “Damn,” Ron mumbled from beside me.

  “Don’t yo ass ever say that. Yo trifling ass don’t know the meaning of those fuckin’ words,” she snapped before getting up and walking out.

  The room was completely silent, so much so we could hear every step Ebony stomped on as she walked up the stairs and then down the hall before the slamming of her door seemed to shake the house.

  King’s groan brought my attention to him. Putting his forehead in his hands, his head shook before he started rubbing the back of his head.

  Yeah, he was wrong for how he treated her, but at the end of the day he was my brother. He was hurting, bad.

  “King—”

  “Didn’t she say get the fuck out?” He s
uddenly snapped at Wayne. Hell, I didn’t like Wayne, but he didn’t deserve the anger King was gon’ release on him by beating his ass. That was only going to start problems with him and Bellow.

  “King, calm down—” I tried saying, but he cut me off.

  “N’all, man, fuck that. You told his ass to leave,” King started snapping and getting up from the couch, but Ron was right behind him. “Get the fuck off me.”

  “Yo, I ain’t got shit to do with you and ol’ girl, but chill the fuck out, man. Not in here you ain’t gon’ do that shit. Now let yo girl cool off then go talk to her. Until then, let’s go finish that beer,” Ron stated, not fazed by King snapping at him.

  I was literally holding my breath because I knew my brother. He was about to try to beat Ron’s ass.

  Chapter 30

  Peaches

  Image my surprise when King nodded his head and walked to the bar with Jerron.

  “Bell, y’all should go. And please don’t bring him back to my house,” I told them. Nodding, Bellow got up from the couch with Wayne behind him.

  “I’ight, and I promise not to bring him back,” Bell said, kissing my cheek then walking over to King and whispering something in his ear. “Be good, i’ight?” That was the only thing I heard before Bellow walked away. “Aye, Peaches, when Sam gets back—” As he was saying that I heard my front door opened and in walked Sam.

  “Did you just walk into my house? Y’all didn’t lock my damn door?” Bellow rubbed the back of his head, looking around. His ass must not have locked my door. “I’m glad he’s not a damn killer. Bye, Bell,” smiling at him, I waved as he walked out the door.

  “My bad, Peaches, I’ll knock next time.” Sam kissed my cheek then walked over to King, handing him a manila envelope.

  But what had me staring at Sam was his face. I went to the bar and waited for him to stop whispering to King.

  “Yo brother crazy,” Ron mumbled to me as I waited.

  Laughing, I turned to face him. “You’re just figuring that out, Jerron? His ass was born crazy.”

  He pulled me to him. “N’all, I’m serious. He a good dude though. You should tell yo girl to hear him out.”

  I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. “Why would I do that, he’s a hoe—”

  Ron’s hand covered my mouth, cutting off my sentence. “I didn’t say tell her to take him back. King knows he fuck’d up, he just can’t stand her hating him. It has that man all fuck’d up. I sat with his ass for five minutes and now I know everything he did to her, everything about Ebony’s ass. Dude in love and hurting bad. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears at any minute.”

  My eyes narrowed at him. “He told you to tell me this right? Because he knows Ebony will probably listen to me.” Ron’s brows furrowed and he shook his head. “You’re a lair, Jerron. Why are you lying?”

  “I’m not lying, he didn’t tell me to ask you, I swear he didn’t. You ain’t over there talking to him, dude looks like he ‘bout to cry and it’s scaring me. If it was you I wouldn’t mind it, but King confiding in me is freaking me the fuck out. Sneak me to your room, please.”

  I burst out laughing, hitting him for like the thousandth time that day. “I cannot stand you. Ugh, you so stupid, Jerron, for real.” Calming down, I looked over his shoulder, seeing that neither King nor Sam was paying attention. “We might be together one day so go bond with my brother,” I whispered to him before leaning over and pecking his lips.

  “You can’t do me like that, Peaches,” he mumbled against my lips before giving me a short, tongue-less kiss.

  “Go bond with my brother.” I pulled away and pushed him backwards.

  Ron gave me a playful glare before turning away from me. Looking around him I saw that both King and Sam were staring our way.

  “King, Cherry’s drinking your beer or trying to.” I said, pointing to my cat as she stood on the bar. Quickly walking over, I grabbed her so King wouldn’t go postal on her. “Oh, Ron, you didn’t meet Cherry. Ron, this is my baby girl, Cherry. King got her for me.” I introduced them as I held out her paw for him to shake. Laughing, Ron took and shook her paw.

  “That’s a damn devil cat. I wish I got her ass a hamster or some shit. Spoiled ass rat,” King said, jumping at Cherry as Sam agreed.

  My attention was brought back to him.

  “Sam, what happened to you?” His right eye was swollen and black and his lips was busted. There was a knot on the top of his head and his jaw was puffy as well. All signs that he was in a fight.

  “Blaze and I had a talk—” Sam’s sentence was cut off.

  Out of the blue Jerron let out this loud snort. I looked at him and raised my brow. He simply shook his head and waved me off before grabbing his beer and tossing it back.

  Okay…

  “I told you not to, but you didn’t want to listen,” I said as Cherry jumped out of my hold. “Heffa, you scratched me.”

  “We good, I told you that. You talked to him?” He asked.

  We walked to the couch and sat down. “No and don’t want too, honestly. I’m moving on, separating myself from him, that life period. I want to go back to being King’s little sister that was hidden from everyone and just let King’s friends be just that, his friend. A friend that has nothing to do with Peaches,” I explained.

  He glanced towards the bar then looked back at me.

  “You’re moving on, huh? With dude right there?” The attitude in his voice wasn’t mistaken and he said it loud enough that both Ron and King looked towards us. “You and these square ass niggas.”

  “Don’t do that, for real don’t, okay,” I whispered, not wanting any drama. I went a month and a half without it, there was no way that shit was about to start back up because Sam wanted to be jealous.

  “Don’t do what? I’m just asking a question. You the one talking about moving on and shit so I’m asking with who? This square ass nigga?” He stated, not caring to whisper anymore.

  What he was doing was something I would’ve expected from Blaze, even King, but not Sam. We had already talked about being just friends and he was cool with that.

  “If she is then what? You gon’ try to beat my ass?” Ron asked calmly.

  “Sam, get yo ass on nigga. I’m still pissed about that shit yo ass pulled with getting at her. Ron a good dude, the type of mothafucka I want my sister with, so cool that bullshit, boss,” King said while grabbing another beer.

  King knew what happened with Sam and me?

  “Shid, I fuck’d up and owned up to my shit, though. Blaze and I had our talk, it’s done and over with now. I ain’t tryna get her, though. But this mothafucka show up out of the blue, get at her and you cool with that? B, know you cool with this shit? I mean handing her off to some other nigga,” Sam asked, staring King down.

  “Who the fuck you talkin’ to, Sam?” King spoke up. “I’ll fuck yo ass up, nigga. You think Blaze laid hands to yo ass, don’t fuck with me, man. Peaches, gon’ be with who she wants. This the first nigga I approve of, tho. What the fuck you thought, once she got over B she was gon’ come running to yo ass? N’all, baby, that ain’t happening so those little feelings you got showing, I’d advise you put those mothafuckas up and forget about ’em. ‘Cause ain’t shit happening this way.

  “She ain’t something you niggas think you gon’ pass around, boss, I’ll kill all you mothafuckas. That shit I put on graves nigga. If you wanna buck up and get that shit outda yo system then let’s go. If not, forget about her,” King snapped, stepping to Sam before looking at me. “If yo ass thinking about coming his way I’m fuckin’ you up and I ain’t talking about that little shit I do. I’m putting hands to yo ass and I put that on graves.”

  King never really put hands to me. Yeah, a slap here and there, he’d probably choke me up, but to actually put hands on me, like actually fighting, he’d never done that and wasn’t going to start.

  Shid, I knew my limit. I knew when to get smart with King and when not to. This wasn’t on
e of those times to remind him I was grown. So like a little sister who knows her place, I nodded my agreement to him. Sam was not worth getting my ass beat over.

  “N’all, its cool, King, he ain’t gotda like me. I ain’t here for him to. But you ain’t gon’ fuck with me either, tho. That’s all he did to you? A few nicks and knots is what yo boy gave you? Homie, you not my friend so who you are or associated with, I don’t give a fuck, yo life means shit to me. Yo boy went easy on you, I’m not that nigga.

  “When I get her and you come at her, then I’m gon’ show yo ass just how different we are. Flagging who you hang with don’t scare me, I don’t give a fuck. Peaches ain’t no damn toy you fuck ass niggas gon’ keep playing with. So I’m gon’ get her and show her how it feels to be with a real nigga, a grown ass man. Now that, you can pass to yo boy, let his ass know. That I’m gon’ take care and love what he was too stupid to cherish,” Jerron said in that same cool, calm voice.

  I didn’t say anything. Hell, what could I say?

  “King, I’ll catch up with you later, maybe we’ll actually finish those beers,” Jerron shook up with King before looking at me and smiling. “I’m gon’ call you when I get home, i’ight.”

  Nodding, Ron tilted my chin up, then pressed his lips to mine. He gave me a simple tongue-less kiss, his lips caressing mine, a meaningful kiss that held emotions. I knew then he was going to make good on his word about caring for and loving me if I allowed it.

  Pulling away, I hugged him. “You better call me, Jerron,” I mumbled into his chest before letting him go.

  “Most definitely, I am. Yo, King, I’m gon’ need you to forward her calls back to her phone,” Ron said, looking at King which had me doing the same.

  “Wait, say what now?” No his ass didn’t, that’s what Ebony meant when she said every time she called me his phone rung.

  “Nothing, come walk me out.”

  I mugged King the entire time I was walking towards the door until the wall blocked my view of him.

  “Don’t sweat it, that man got enough on him right now. Your brother’s a scary stalker, ask Ebony to just hear him out.”