DANGEROUS LOVE

Chapter 13

ISAIAH POV:

I was over the day already. Running around tying up loose ends, business meetings, and what not. All I wanted to do was throw down on this meal Patrice cook, smoke my blunt, shower and chill. That's just the kind of day I had. Left me drained and not wanting to do much. As soon as I approached the door I could smell the food Patrice was cooking .
"Helllllll yeahhhhhh." I whispered as I opened the door. I hung my keys up and proceeded to head to the kitchen. Once I passed the island I noticed Patrice bent over on the sink. Damn.... I don't think I've honestly even paid attention to her body physically. She was definitely blessed in EVERY area. I snapped out of my glance and slowly walked over and wrapped my arms around her. I must of scared her cause the way she jumped. But the look on her face when she turned around. All I could see was pain. Familiar pain. I'm not even sure all she has had to endure or go through but I hate it. I wish I could take all the pain away from her. Erase all the bad memories away from her.
Time must have gotten away from her. I watched as she jumped and rushed to the oven. I ain't gone 🧢, she bent over and I forgot all about the food. I'd rather eat her for dinner 😈.
Damn nigga... pull yourself together .....
I grabbed a plate ready to buss down this food. Shawty slapped my hand so quick. I had to contain myself and remember who she was. I'm so use to doing it on my own. And here she has cooked dinner ANNDDD wanted to fix my plate. She making it hard for a nigga. Every HOE I done brought around had wanted the opposite version. Me to wine and dine them. This new to me. Even Erica ass didn't show a nigga this type of treatment. I walked up to her again and hugged her. I must of made her feel some type of way due to the way she shuddered. I didn't want to let go. I love the feeling of having her in my arms.

I smiled as I sat down and watch her fix my plate. You can tell she has a passion for it. The way she dressed the food up on the plate, I thought we were on a cooking show. The doorbell rung and she immediately passed me my plate and ran to the door. I slightly chuckled. It must be her best-friend.
I grabbed my plate and quickly said my grace and dived in. Boyyyyy this shit right here ..... mhm ..... Patrice plays no games in the kitchen.
It was quiet for a moment so I assumed they were having a private moment. I know how women can be....
When Patrice told me it was for me, I was slightly confused. I wasn't expecting company. To busy enjoying this food I basically told her to let them in.

Before they made it to the door I could smell that strong ass cheap perfume I couldn't stand. The nerve of this HOE to even come in my crib after I've kicked her out!
She walks in grinning on some grimy shit and that made my blood boil even more. I stg if Patrice wasn't in here I would of took my chance and killed this bitch! I didn't waste no time threatening and kicking her ass out. I noticed as she left out she left a white envelope at the table.
This bitch just full of games ....
I quickly hopped up from my chair to lock the door. I contemplated opening The envelope I saw on the table and changed my mind.
I pulled out my phone to hit my brother up as I headed back to the kitchen to eat.

ISAIAH: yooooo

TREY: was Gud bro?

ISAIAH: link up at the spot in 30. I need to chop some shit up with you.

TREY: ight cool. Make dat shit an hour ... Alina as been trippin all damn day. I already kno wat she want 😈

ISAIAH: yo ass a fool 🤣 handle that shit and meet me at the spot 🤝🏾

TREY: ight

I scrolled through my phone trying to see which thirsty head I wanted to hit up. I need to relieve this damn pressure.... This shit getting old though... I'm only 23 but I'm ready to settle down. I been trapping since I was 14 years old. My pops put me and my brother trey on at an early age and we been hustling ever since then. My mama didn't agree with the lifestyle but it wasn't much she can say. She married the man. She knew this life. Her only rule was that we stayed in our books. And that I did. I graduated high-school with 4.2 GPA average. Went to college and got a degree in Business Management. Got my business license and opened up my first car dealership. My pops is my silent partner. And of course we clean our drug money through it as a plus.  My nigga since middle school Ace as well helps run it. Outside my brother , I trust him with my life.
At the age of 23 I have accomplished a lot. Smart, financially stable, two cars, and my own crib. I want to to settle down. Every girl I get seems to be after my money and the perks that come with being with me. That shit use to be a thrill but after Erica crazy ass I'm just done with it.
I mean I loved her crazy ass at one point. We dated for over a year. Shit started getting crazy. I've never cheated on anyone I was with but she definitely pushed me there. Always wanting to see my phone , accusing me of cheating, popping up at the dealership . I'm started to think she was the one cheating . I just didn't care to find out. I was over with it. 
I closed my not even caring anymore. I'll just roll this blunt and call it at night. Shit I supposed to be meeting Trey.
I got up and put my plate in the sink. "Hey .. that was delicious beautiful. Thank you" I said as I reach down and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"I got to go take care of some business. I'll be back" .
As I grabbed my keys and turned around I notice her smile was gone.
"Waiiittt.. what about dessert ?"she asked pouting
I licked my lip as i slowly walked to her. If this girl only knew. I'd place her right here on this kitchen island and devour her. The perfect dessert... I could feel myself getting too excited with the thought of pleasing her.
"Not that kind " she  laughed at me as she backed away.
"See you thinking dirty .. I knew what you mean. How about when I get back , I'll take you up on that ?" I asked
"Sure, okay" 
I headed to the door realizing the time when I caught this eerie feeling. I stopped and turned. Back to face Patrice. "Do me a favor, if it's not me, don't open for anyone okay ?"
I watched as she nodded and I exit the house and locked it from the outside. I need to take Ace up on his advice and get some security cameras and this ring installed. I thought to myself.
I stood at my door and lit my blunt. It was quiet outside and a nice crisp breeze. I shook my head reflecting on everything that has transpired in the last 6 hours. Grabbing my keys I pressed the button to start up my car and got in.
I was headed down the street when I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed a familiar car. Before I made it to the end of the street and turned my headlights off and made a u turn. I parked across the street and I watched as the subject walked up to my front door.
"YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I hissed. I reached in my glove compartment and grabbed my glock. Quietly closing my door I ran across the street and snuck up behind them. Before they could push the door open I place my gun at their head.
I know I'm high as hell but what the fuck is Erica doing trying to break in my house ?!