“You shot my shorty is what the fuck,” I gritted. “You know how the saying goes. An eye for an eye.”
Raising my arm, I sent a bullet into Rich’s forehead before he could even blink. The fact that ole boy beside him was still snoring was wild as hell to me, but I didn’t waste any time getting out of dodge. I’d never seen anyone be comatose off coke, but I’d damn sure seen niggas passed out off pills and liquor that wouldn’t wake up for shit. Whoever he was, was lucky as hell.
I loved my Beretta but not getting rid of it wasn’t an option. My mind was racing thinking of all the things I had to do. Get rid of the gun and burn the clothes I was wearing. I left my phone at home, and I was sure that Tyler was blowing me up. When I pulled up in my driveway and saw his car, I wasn’t shocked.
Tyler was out of his car before I could get out of mine. The moment I stepped out of the vehicle, he was in my personal space. “You really left without me? You know how many times I called you?”
“I left my phone here for a reason. And I told you I had it, Ty. The whole reason that Kiandra got shot was because she was with me while Rich was shooting at me. He was shooting at me because I beat his ass years ago. I’m not letting you get caught up in my shit. I told you I was going to be good. And look. Here I am in the flesh untouched.”
“I don’t care what you told me. It’s my job to have your back. I’m your brother.”
“Tyler, man chill. Bro, I’m good. I’m the big brother, and it’s my job to protect you. Not get you caught up in dumb shit. I was wrong for robbing Rich. That was on me. But I couldn’t let him slide for what he did to Kiandra. Now the situation is dead. Literally. And I handled it without dragging you into it.”
Tyler shook his head. “There’s no point in even arguing with yo’ stubborn ass. I’m just glad you’re good.”
“Now let me ease back in here. Hopefully, Kiandra is still asleep.”
“How is she doing? She okay?”
“Yeah, she’s a trooper.” Running my hands over my waves I pushed out a small sigh. “I feel guilty every time I look at her.”
“Even if you were wrong for robbing Rich, beating his ass, or whatever he had no business shooting into a car that had someone besides you in it. Bullets don’t have a name. Kiandra getting shot is nobody’s fault but his, and you handled that. No need to feel guilty.”
“I hear you.” I extended my palm for my brother to slap with his. “Get home safe. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I crept in the house as quietly as possible. In the kitchen, I took my clothes off and placed them in a garbage bag along with the gun I used to kill Rich. After placing the bag in the garage, I went into the guest bathroom and took a shower. Entering the bedroom naked, I walked lightly over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. Kiandra was sleeping like a baby. She still had some pain medication left, so I was sure she’d probably taken something. The surgery she had on her ear caused her to have headaches somedays. We hoped that wasn’t a permanent side effect from her getting shot. She could still hear out of her ear, but there were times I had to repeat myself a few times. I couldn’t take her pain away. I couldn’t even tell her that I’d handled Rich, but I hoped Kiandra would be able to find some peace and comfort.
I stared at her as she slept. While staring directly at her my thoughts drifted to Breezy on the back of that motorcycle, and my entire mood shifted. Turning over on my side, I closed my eyes and cursed inwardly. It felt like Breezy was haunting me. She hadn’t done anything special or out of the ordinary, yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I needed to figure out what it was going to take in order for me to stop thinking about her ass.
I’d never come close to cheating on Kiandra and at that moment, I was pissed that I couldn’t act on my desires. Thoughtsof sexing Breezy on top of her car made my manhood stiffen, and that irritated me even further. Kiandra and I hadn’t had sex since she got shot but sex with her was something I did when she initiated it or when I was extremely horny and just wanted to get off. The sex was a solid seven out of ten. It could have been worse, but it damn sure could have been better.
For a man that was adamant about not dangling temptation in his face, I had another tutoring session with Breezy in a few days. Being in her presence for an hour wasn’t going to help anything. I had to figure something out fast.
CHAPTER 6
BREEZY
I lookedover Lucci’s answers to the chapter review questions. Out of twenty-five questions, he missed three of them. “You have about eighteen more chapters to cover, and the information will get harder, but you’re off to a great start. As long as you keep studying and applying yourself, I see you acing the class,” I marveled.
Lucci shook his head. “I dosed off twice reading chapter three. I had to get up and walk around for a minute to wake myself up.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever hear anyone say that real estate is interesting,” I replied with a giggle.
My phone was on silent. When I looked at the screen to check the time, I saw that I had three missed calls from Lauren’s mother and one missed call from Lauren. My heart began to pound because I knew something wasn’t right. I had met Lauren’s mother a few times, but she’d never called me. I wasn’t even aware that she had my number.
“Everything good?” Lucci asked as I stared at my phone screen. I was almost afraid to return the call, but I knew I had to. “I don’t know,” I answered in a low tone as I called Lauren back.
Just when I thought the call would go to voicemail, Lauren answered. Right away, I knew something was wrong. I could tell she’d been crying. “Breezy,” her voice cracked sending my heart into overdrive.
“Lauren, what’s wrong, friend?”
“I was with Ty-Tyler, and we got into an accident. Somebody ran a red light, and ran into us. The car flipped, and I don’t k-know how Tyler is. They won’t tell me anything.” My gaze darted over to Lucci. Sure enough, his eyes were glued to me.
“Tell me what hospital you’re at. I’m on the way.”
“Diamond Cove Memorial.”
