Ruffian 2 (Sequel)

13.

TW⚠️

Shanell
Moments later

"Can we just talk?" I practically begged as I stood there stuck under his gaze.

"Talk, BG."

"The fuck is you waitin' for?" He spat to me, waiting for me to answer as everybody watched and looked at us.

All while the guy, Money, continued to cop his plea to Delante and all of Cain's friends directly behind us.

"Not here."

"In private. Please, babe." I went on pleading to him as he calmed himself down a bit before he backed away from me completely, doing as I asked.

He ended up opening the door that I was standing up against before he nodded his head, telling me to go ahead. I listened to him as we both walked into the basement together now. As soon as we did though, he slammed the door closed behind us and I jumped hard, scared out of my mind.

"Go ahead, yo." He spoke sternly to me before I did as he said.

We both then made our way down the staircase before we got to the bottom and he walked ahead of me, sitting down on the lone couch in the back of the room.

I couldn't help but to get horrible memories from the last time I was here, thinking back to this same situation with CJ.

I was so tired of this every time I decided to go out. Whether I was single or not, it just never seemed to work out for me.

I watched as Cain sat there now, pulling out a wrap for himself before he pulled out a small container of weed and began to roll up a blunt in his lap.

"So you just gon' stand there and not say shit, ma?" He asked me as I stood there, still trying to gather my words.

"Talk, BG." He urged now, looking up into my eyes as he licked his blunt and began wrapping it together.

"Real shit."

"Before I black, ma, please." He shook his head, closing his eyes.

"Cause really, you just standin' there ain't gon' do nothing but make me madder." He went on as I sighed deeply while he continued on rolling.

Once he was done, I still stood there, trying to remember exactly what happened last night before I spoke. I didn't want to say the wrong things and I wanted make sure I had my story straight.

Because this right now was obviously going to change everything between us.

Everything we'd worked so hard for.

For two years straight.

Gathering my words, I was about to speak up but he'd lit his blunt and emptied his pockets before he pulled his gun out of his pants and placed it onto the glass coffee table in front of him.

When he did, he glared up into my eyes and my heart sunk to my stomach.

"I swear to god I didn't do anything, babe." I finally spoke up, not even looking into his eyes now as I looked down at the gun on the table.