Martin Lawrence on the blue streak. Young nigga keep a choppa on me. Sweeper kicking, lil Bruce Lee.
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Mercedes
My doe-shaped dark brown eyes took in the designs on the iPad screen. I was happy to be apart of the new project taking place. Due to the late hours, I haven't had time to think about Rodrick as much. It was hard to let him go but it was for the best. I was tired of getting the short end of the stick. I was in love with Rodrick and knew I was a fool for it.
"I love these designs for the app" Mr. Cotler complimented.
I looked over at him and smiled.
"Thanks. I'll have some more designs by the end of the week" I said sitting my iPad down on the conference table.
"Can't wait to see them. I don't want to come off as inappropriate but I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?" he asked searching my eyes for an answer.
I rubbed my arms in the long sleeved pink silk button up I wore. I wasn't sure I was ready to date but I could use the distraction.
"Um sure" I nodded. "That sounds nice."
"Great. Maybe we can do dinner next week" he stated.
I guess dinner couldn't hurt.
"Yeah just let me know the time and the place" I said standing up from the conference table.
"Will do" he said.
"I'm going to head home but I'll see you tomorrow."
"Have a good night."
I waved before exiting the conference room and heading down to my office. When I got there, I packed up my pink Hermes Birkin bag with all my essentials. After shutting off the lights I headed downstairs to my SUV. The ride home was smooth with Jill Scott playing softly from the speakers. Once I got home I parked my car in the two car garage and stepped out. All I wanted to do was settle down with a glass of wine. A few months back I was able to put down a payment for my three bedroom town house. It was an accomplishment after my divorce. I secured myself inside of my home and headed up the carpeted steps to the master bedroom. I decided to decorate in neutral tones. I was big on beige, tan, cream, and white colors. I stripped down and changed into a long sleeved gray two piece set. I slipped my feet into a pair of gray slippers and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I decided to heat up the leftover chicken stir fry I made the night before. While that heated up, I grabbed a bottle of semi-sweet red wine and poured a glass. My phone dinged snapping me out of my trance. I grabbed it noticing the Instagram notification. I was tagged in a photo that I wasn't even in. I clicked the notification realizing it was Kayla. One of Rodrick's hoes. I clicked on the photo seeing it was a picture of her and Rodrick laying in bed together. He was sleep and unaware he was being photographed. I blocked the bitch and clicked my phone off. She could have him. It was clear that he didn't feel the same about me as I did him.
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Rodrick
"Why the fuck would you post that!" I yelled into the phone.
Kayla a dumbass bitch I swear. She posted a picture of us on her IG. I ain't even follow her, but Amari did. And she tagged Cedes in that shit too.
"Don't fucking yell at me" she said.
"Take that shit down" I demanded calmly.
"Why? Ya bitch already seen it."
"Kayla I'm not fucking playing with you. Take that shit down. You childish as fuck. Us fucking around together is dead. That shit stopping today. Take the fucking picture down bitch."
I hung up on her stupid ass tossing my phone on the bed. Usually after I fucked, I was gone. So I don't know how the hell I was caught lackin' at shawty house. I took a quick nap and she used that shit to her advantage. These days I was pissed the fuck off. Cedes was out of my life. Kayla was messy as fuck. TJ was on some fuck nigga shit. He been hiding from me but tonight I was gonna catch his ass. I grabbed my phone tempted to call Cedes. I know she didn't block me but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't answer. I threw on a dark blue Champion sweat suit with some dark blue and white 1's. I pulled my hood up over my head and tucked my pipe into my waistband. I grabbed my phone and left out of my apartment. I knew TJ was gonna be at Trell house tonight. We always got together to play Spades and 2K. It was always money on the table. I hopped in the V speeding off. Trell ain't live too far from me. He was like twenty minutes away. When I got there I parked and hopped out. Jogging over to the complex he stayed in, I knocked on his apartment door.
"Roddy what up?" Trell said answering the door.
"What up nigga?" I greeted him.
We pieced each other and I walked into his apartment. My motive was clear. When I got further inside I saw this nigga TJ sitting on the couch watching Blue Streak with Amari. They was smoking on some new shit Amari just copped.
"Roddy what up bro?" Amari said piecing me.
"What up?" I said simply.
TJ looked over at me and smirked.
"You good bruh?" he asked lowering his blunt.
"Nah" I said untucking my pipe and aimed it at his hand.
I pulled the trigger blowing off his index finger.
"Ahhh" he screamed out holding his hand. "Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"So you fucking Shay huh? I saw ya car over her house the other day when I went to go pick up Ari" I said calmly.
I wasn't really the turn up type. When I was steaming mad I was calm. That was the dangerous thing about me.
"Yo Roddy man chill out" Amari said.
"Nah I told this nigga my BM was off limits. I don't give a fuck if you wanna fuck one of the hoes I fuck with but not Shay" I said gripping my Glock tighter.
TJ looked up at me.
"TJ you fucking Shay?" Trell asked folding his arms across his chest.
He was quiet which answered the question. I aimed my gun down by his dick and let off a round.
"Ughhhhh" TJ yelled out falling over.
"Damn nigga you ain't have to shoot him in the dick" Trell said holding back laughter.
"Nigga better be lucky I ain't murk his ass" I said before tucking my pipe back into my waistband.
Amari and Trell went to go help TJ. Nigga was bleeding out. I knew he was gonna be okay. Only reason I didn't kill him is because deep down I looked at him as a brother. I calmly left Trell apartment preparing to go back home and smoke a blunt. I told the muthfucka numerous times not to fuck with Shay yet he still did. There's consequences to that shit.
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Contemplating about ending or continuing this book. Thanks loves 💕
