“Get the fuck off me!” Nico yelled.
“Shut the fuck up, twinkle toes!” Henny said, sending him an uppercut. Nico’s head flew back, and he spat blood and teeth on the ground.
“Y’all pussy niggas don’t scare me, especially yo’ mentally challenged ass!” he exclaimed, directing his dig at me.
“Mentally challenged, huh?” I asked.
“Grue, let me do his ass in. I’m tired of this nigga’s mouth!” Chase said, gripping the back of his neck.
Nico laughed in a condescending tone. “Y’all want to protect this motherfucka for what? He kicked a fucking newborn baby! Now I believe Nich when she said yo’ ass faked blacking out and hit her on purpose because she wanted to go to her cousin’s naughty party. She even told me you forced her to fuck you the same night y’all met, then you followed her to Memphis on some stalking shit.
“I told her to stop fucking with you, and let me handle yo’ looney ass, but she begged me to leave you alone and kept riding my dick. I knew what I was doing when I nutted in that pussy. I knew if the baby was mine, she’d finally stop being scared and leave you the fuck alone.”
The silence in the warehouse was loud. Nichelle was the one who initiated fucking me that night, and it was only supposed to have been a one-night stand because I wasn’t even looking for a relationship back then. Nichelle kept coming back to Michigan for me until I eventually gave in and called her. As far as that other shit, I didn’t know what she was telling this nigga about me, but because her ass was always in my skin, I’d beg to differ about her fearing me.
I took out my gun and sent a bullet into the two other niggas’ heads. Their bodies dropped with a loud thud, then I stepped closer to Nico, looking him in the eyes. I could see him physically swallow. I smelled fear oozing from his pores, even when he tried to stand tough.
“Did you kill Nichelle?” I asked Nico.
“I wish I had! Snitching ass bitch!”
I shook my head. “The wrong woman will always be a man’s downfall. And a snake-ass nigga like you can never be trusted. Yo’ ho ass waited in the shadows, lurking, watching, and waiting. You swear she told you all that shit about me, yet she begged me to stay down there with her. I don’t fuck with you Memphis niggas. Y’all some dirty motherfuckas. I hope that pussy was worth all of this.”
“Fuck you! You Detroit niggas are grimy as fuck. And you just a bitch ass nigga with mommy issues! Yeah, Nich told me how you used to cry about yo’ mama leaving you and your sister in the dumpster.” He laughed. “I see why that bitch didn’t want your defective ass.”
Now that shit, I believed. I told Nichelle all about Ashanti’s ass and how that shit made me feel. I even cried one night because thoughts of my own mother hating me got the best of me.
I set the gun on the table, then sent a fist flying, knocking him on his ass. He tried to get up, but I took my boot and stomped on his face. Every time I brought my boot down on him, I heard and felt the bones in his face crack. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Thoughts of him and Nich pillow talking about me and my struggles wouldn’t allow me to let up on his ass.
I trusted that broad with secrets I’d never trusted with anyone besides Ros. I told her shit about me because I thought she was my lady when, the whole time, she was telling my business to another bum-ass nigga.
I didn’t know how long I did the ATL stomp on that nigga, but when I finally came out of it, Ruger and Jax were holding me back. My vision cleared, and I could see the damage I had done to that fuck nigga.
One side of his face was caved in, and if it weren’t for the other side of his face, no one would be able to tell it was him.
“Come back, Grue. It’s over, my baby,” Ruger said, still holding on to me. My chest rose and fell rapidly until I took a deep breath and released all the tension sitting there. I wanted the haunting of my past to release me. I wanted to be fucking normal. I was tired of getting pissed at the very mention of Ashanti and wanted what she did to me to stop taking residence in my life.
I needed to heal from this.
I needed my Ros.
“I’m good . . .” I swallowed. “I’m good.”
“You sure?” Jax asked.
I nodded.
Ruger and Jax released me, and I took a few deep breaths. “I need to get out of here.”
“A’ight, let’s get you home. The clean-up crew will take care of these niggas,” Ruger said.
“I ain’t never gon’ get on yo’ bad side. You bussin’ niggas’ heads like grapes around this bitch,” Slick said. Everybody laughed except for Ruger and Jaxson, who kept a keen eye on me.
“I’m done with this shit. I’m done,” I declared, walking out of the warehouse and hopping on my bike.
I needed to get away.
I needed my sunshine to dispel this darkness.