“It’s too late to be going anywhere,” he said, reaching for my arm.
Snatching away from him, I hurried out of the bedroom and slipped into my jeans. “I’ll tell you the same thing that I told Latrell, I can do whatever the hell I want. If you don’t like it, your ass can leave too.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Which is why I’m leaving. Since you’re so determined to stick around, I’ll see you when I get back.”
After getting into the rest of my clothes I grabbed my shoes and headed towards the front door.
“And when will that be?” he asked.
“Whenever the hell you see me again,” I said before slamming the door behind me.
28
Law
No matter how many ways I played it out in my head, I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong. Okay, maybe I should’ve walked away from Latrell a lot sooner than I did, and maybe I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said to Alauni. But I still didn’t think she should’ve been so pissed off that she had to leave. Anything that went down between us, we could’ve discussed it like two mature adults.
I wasn’t with the walking out shit, and I damn sure wasn’t with how she seemed to be more upset with me than Latrell…the man that caused the problem in the first place.
More and more, I was starting to realize that when it came to Alauni's issues with her ex, I somehow ended up getting the brunt of her anger. She would never admit it, but I knew it was the truth.
Sitting at the edge of her bed, I glanced down at my phone to look at the time. She’d been gone for damn near two hours and I’d attempted to call her several times. Every time, it went straight to voicemail.
As I stood up, my cell started to ring.
Without looking at the screen, I pressed it against my ear, “Alauni—”
“Unc,” Keyon called out in a panic. “You better come get me before I end up in jail or on the news.”
My eyes widened. “What’s going on?”
“This fool pulled a gun on me.”
“What?”
“Reggie! That nigga pulled a fucking gun on me, bro.”
I couldn’t stop shaking my head. I had to be hearing things. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure. He pointed that shit right in my face.”
“Okay, where are you?”
“I’m down the street at The Pancake Diner.”
“Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”
As soon as I hung up the line, I hurried to put on the rest of my clothes and headed straight out of the door. With my foot pressed against the gas, all I could hear was the terror in Keyon’s voice. I could only imagine what he was going through and how frightened he was.
I attempted to call Tokyo, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Hey Tok, when you get this, you need to call me ASAP. That piece of shit fiancé of yours pulled a gun on Keyon. I’m on my way to get him now, and once I get him squared away, you better believe I’m going to handle Reggie’s ass.” I hung up the line and tossed my phone into the passenger’s seat. Within seconds my phone rang, but it wasn’t from Tokyo. It was my mother.
“Hey, Ma.”
“Hey, baby. Do you know what the hell is going on? Keyon called me talking crazy, but all I could make out was something about Reggie, a gun and you. Before I could get him to calm down to explain, the line went dead. I tried to call him back, but he’s not answering.”
