"Oh, you're the nigga who put a slug in Diablo. Which means that you are also the man who's been playing with Ciara's feelings since high school."
Kairo shrugged his shoulders like he didn't give a fuck.
"I ain't gone hold you, Ciara is always telling people that shit to make herself feel better for fucking around on me. I'm sure you got some of that recently. Tell the truth, it was good, wasn't it?"
The way this nigga was smirking in my face, I couldn't help but punch the fuck out of his ass. After swinging my fist into his jaw, he went back through the door, grabbing his cheek, and I placed my hand on my pistol.
"Am I Dave Chapelle or Kevin Hart to you nigga? Ain't shit funny about my presence. Now get the fuck up out of here nigga."
"You wilding. This is my spot with my wife. How the fuck are you going to?"
I punched this nigga dead in his face again because why the fuck was he still talking to me?
"Nigga, did you hear what the fuck I just said? Get down the fucking hallway so that I can talk to MY bitch!" I leaned in his face, and that mug he was trying to have was only a mask over the fear in his eyes. I could tell by the way the corners of his mouth were shaking and the tremble of his chin that he was scared.
Kairo grabbed a shirt from the couch and slid it over his head as he walked out of the apartment. I closed the door and turned the latch on the lock to make sure this nigga couldn't sneak back in here.
I put my gun back in my waistband and stepped through the apartment that was filled with balloons, roses, and other shit that was a cheap ass attempt at romance. When I got to the bedroom door, I twisted the knob and pushed myself in with my shoulder.
She didn't hear me entering the room while she laid there tangled in the covers, but from her exposed shoulder, I could see that she was completely undressed.
"Ciara." I shook her body by her ankle.
"So, this is why I couldn't get in contact with you?"
"Huh?" She turned over, rubbing her eyes.
"Hov, is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. I see you've been laid up with your old nigga? So you going back to that bum ass nigga?"
"Going back to Kairo sounds like hell."
She held the side of her head while squinting her eyes against the sunrays streaming through the thin, ass curtains in here. The fact that her ass was pretty as hell in this light only added to the anger I felt in this moment. That punk ass nigga didn't deserve to wake up to this. I fuckin did.
"How did you get in here, Hov?"
"That nigga let me in."
"Kairo, he is still here?"
"Nah, I made him leave, but that's beside the point. Why is he here if you were done with him? I thought the nigga was locked up. So, this is the type of game you've been playing?"
"No, Hov, I swear I haven't been playing any games. Kairo showed up here and threatened me with a bunch of blackmail shit. He had dinner set up. He pretty much forced me to eat, and then all I remember is getting really fucking sleepy last night. Now we are here."
"That nigga drugged you or something?"
"I don't know, but I remember he gave me some wine. I drank it to make myself feel more relaxed, and I'm just now waking up. Last night, as soon as I got the chance, I wanted to leave here with you. I just didn't know what to do. I'm sure you don't believe me, and I know how this all looks, but I promise, I did not want him here, and if we had sex, I. I did not want that at all."
Her voice cracked as she looked up at my face.
Bull shit doesn't get past me too easily, so I believe everything Ciara was saying about last night. That pussy nigga I just met seems like he would do some shit like that.
"Look, get up, get dressed, and I'm taking you away from here."
"Away to go where?"
"With me. I'm not playing these fucking games. Either you all in or I can walk out and leave you with this nigga."
