I opened my mouth but no sound came out due to me being in shock while he stood in my doorway, his hand on top of the frame. How had he ended up inside my house?
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you to get home from your date.”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“You just was at dinner with another man who just told yo’ ass he praying on the downfall of our matrimony.”
“Listen—”
Drix cut Emmett off. “Bitch, don’t speak to me when I’m talking to my wife. You need to be glad I haven’t knocked yo’ ass out. I know you know she’s married.”
“Barely!” I hissed.
“Look, man. She told me it was complicated.”
“And I’m telling you it’s not, so who you gon’ listen to? Because only one of us gon’ beat yo’ ass for the wrong answer.”
Emmett took a step backward and my eyes widened when I saw Drix’s friend stand up in my bushes and put a gun to the back of Emmett’s head.
“Where the fuck you think you going?” he asked.
“I don’t want no trouble,” Emmett said quickly.
“What the fuck, Berlin?” I elbowed him in his stomach.
“Tell that nigga you want to fix yo’ marriage,” he demanded.
I cut my eyes at him.
“She doesn’t have to tell me. I know now.” Emmett lifted his hands in surrender.
“See, Myome. This nigga don’t even like you for real. He ready to tuck tail on your ass,” Drix said smugly and looked Emmett up and down. “This yo’ type?”
“Maybe.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at Drix. “He’s not embarrassing me in front of the world.”
“You sure about that?” Drix pulled his gun and sent a shot that made me and Emmett both scream.
I clutched my chest and looked around to make sure nobody had actually gotten shot. Emmett slammed his eyes shut and I saw a wet spot form on the front of his pants. Drix had made him pee on himself.
“That’s embarrassing enough for you?” Drix didn’t wait for a response. “Ay, don’t call yourself trying to take Myome out again. Whether she say we happy or not, we’re still married. So when you see her, you need to turn around and head the otherway unless you’re ready to press me behind her or get pressed, bitch. Get off our front steps.” Drix looked down at me then nudged his head toward the inside of my place. “Get in the house and try to make this marriage shit work.”
Drix’s friend stepped to the side and Emmett made a quick dash to his car, quickly peeling out of my driveway.
I sucked my teeth but shoulder checked Drix and walked inside.
“You and Rome can head out,” he told his friend. “Myome will get me to my whip later.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“A’ight.”
“Thanks for the backup though, man.”
They dapped each other and I walked over to my couch and collapsed, immediately kicking my shoes off while he locked the front door.