Page 71 of Obsessive Love
“Can’t do that,” he replied, shaking his head. Yeti knew that touching Fable would have his ass on the front of a shirt, so he used his weight to keep from pushing the door open. “Let him handle this so y’all can go home and work this shit out.”
“Work it out?” she laughed. “His crazy ass is pistol-whooping that man in the middle of the street!”
“First off, call it a Glock. Pistol sounds old, and secondly, I’m on the sidewalk,” I replied, then hit A’zal again. I let go of his shirt, he fell to the ground, curled up into the fetal position, and I tried to stomp his head into the cement. “I told you not to try it, but your stupid ass didn’t listen!”
“Pyrite,” Fable continued to yell.
“All you had to do was vote yes to the treats and go on with your life, but your stupid ass wanted to flirt.” I stopped kicking him and grabbed the front of his shirt to make him look at me. “Do you have a fucking death wish! You have to because that’s the only logical explanation!”
“I didn’t know she belonged to you,” A’zal mumbled. His face was fucked up, and I’m pretty sure I knocked out a few of his teeth. “She never said.”
“She never said?” I questioned with a laugh. “She shouldn’t have to tell you. You saw me walk in with her; you saw me standing guard over her. That should’ve told you something, and if you chose to ignore it, then how this shit ends is your fault.”
“Ay, yo Pyrite?” Yeti called out.
I looked up to see Fable sliding her little ass off my car and dropped A’zal.
“Why the fuck you didn’t stop her?” I questioned Yeti, as I stood to my full height and tucked my gun into the back of my pants.
“Nigga, ain’t the first rule when it comes to the baker is not to touch her?” he laughed and shook his head. “Boys or not, you're not killing me for touching your woman. Rage would live up to her name and come after your ass if it came down to it.”
“Where the fuck is she going?” I asked out loud as I watched Fable walk away. Her little ass legs were creating space between us, and I chuckled. “You might as well stop walking because I can find you no matter where you go.” To prove my point, I took my phone from my pocket and pulled up the app for the monitor. She didn’t know it because I’d never had to show her, but there were different security options for the monitor. I debated between giving her a slight shock or having the alarm blast. “If I shock her, she’ll never forgive me.” I pressed the button to sound the alarm, and Fable stopped walking. “Youmay as well come back because it won't stop until I put in the code.”
Fable turned around with a mug on her face and stomped back to me. “Take this shit off my ankle!” she demanded, and I shook my head. “Fine, I’ll walk to the nearest police station and tell them I’m being held against my will.”
“Go ahead; it's three blocks that way,” I said, pointing toward the nearest police station.
“You think I won’t?” she stared up at me in disbelief.
I shrugged, kissed her cheek, walked to the curb, and sat down. “I’ll be here waiting.” I turned the alarm back on and pulled up a game on my phone.
“Bet,” she laughed and walked away.
“You’re really going to let her go to the police station?” Yeti asked as Fable walked away.
“Yeah,” I answered, then exited the game and pulled up my contacts. “She won’t make it past the front door, though.” I found the person I was looking for and called them.
“Yeah?”
“Fable is about to walk into the police station where Gift works. Have him take her, make her feel like she’s doing something, drive her around like she’s trying to show him where I live, and then drop her off at home to me.”
“Nigga, what kind of shit are you into now?” Morning asked with a laugh. “Every damn time I turn around, someone from your damn company is calling my phone. Asking me to handle some crazy shit.”
“Who has called besides me and Hood?” I stood and walked back to A’zal, still laid out on the sidewalk.
“That fucking nigga hockey player,” Morning said.
“Rhodes?” My face twisted in confusion. “The fuck that nigga do?”
“Nothing yet, but he’s getting his shit in order because he’s going after KO’s baby daddy. Nigga snatched her daughter last night, and Rhodes has been seeing red since.”
“Fuck,” I groaned and wiped my hand over my face. “Alright, reach out to Gift and then take care of the shit with Rhodes and KO. Bill me, not them.”
“You sure?” he questioned.
“Yeah,” I said, then kicked A’zal in the face one last time. “It’s on me.”
“Noted,” he said, then disconnected the call.
