“I knew you wouldn’t pass up the chance to get with me again,” she smirked.
I turned slowly. Let her feel the weight of my stare.
“You here for an interview, right?”
She smiled. “I’m here for whatever you want me to be here for, Buck.”
I said nothing.
She walked closer, slowly, trying to be sexy. “I missed you. You ain’t call, ain’t text… I figured maybe you forgot what this pussy feel like.”
I still didn’t speak.
Her smile faltered, just a little. “You mad at me?”
I finally stepped forward; eyes locked on hers. “You remember the last time we saw each other?”
She blinked. “Yeah, but—”
“You fought Goldie while she was pregnant wit’ my son. You could’ve killed him,” I snarled.
She sucked her teeth. “That was years ago, Buck. I was young—dumb.”
“You still dumb.”
“What?”
I closed the distance.
“You think I’m stupid? You think popping back up with a tight shirt and a memory gone get you yo’ job back and a spot in my life?”
“I just wanted to work—”
“—No, you wanted to get close. Wanted to slide in like old times. Thought I was still up to the same old shit.”
Her face dropped.
I pulled my gun from under my jacket, not raising it—just letting it show.
Her breath caught. “You serious?”
“You ever see me joke?”
“Buck… c’mon. I’ll leave…I promise.”
“Oh, I know. Just not like the way you think, though.” I smirked.
She backed up slowly. “I didn’t mean no harm—”
“But you did. And if you meant it or not, don’t change what happens next.”
“Buck, please—”
Before she could process what was happening, I let a bullet pierce her forehead, silencing her forever. I looked down at her body like it was trash needing to be taken out.
I pulled out my phone and sent a text.
Come get this handled.
