I was sleeping peacefully in Taz's arms in my bedroom when a loud ass thud startled me out of my sleep. Before I could even tap Taz's shoulder he was already out of the bed, preparing to see what was going on. I watched as he removed his pistol from his jeans and took the safety off.
My heart dropped, realizing that this shit was actually real---a burglar, possibly even a murderer, was under this roof at this moment. I suddenly remembered all of the stories I've heard about the violent shit that's been going on in this area and immediately began to panic, damn near having a heart attack. I held my chest as I started hyperventilating.
Taz took my trembling hand and kissed it several times, trying to calm me down. "Come on mami, you can't be doing all that. You gotta relax."
Tears rolled down my face as I struggled to breathe properly. He wiped away my tears and stared in my eyes. He seem rather calm for what was going on. "Don't be scared baby, I aint go let nothing hurt you." He caressed my cheek. "You trust me?"
I nodded my head whilst crying, completely distraught over what's happening.
We heard another loud thud near the living room, and Taz quickly released my hand. He was about to head out when I grabbed his hand again. "Please don't go out there Taz." I cried. "Don't leave me. I don't want anything to happen to you out there."
He bent down and kissed my forehead. "I have to go mami, I can't stay but I promise I'll be right back, aight?" He said softly.
"I'm coming with you."
"No baby, listen to me aight? You gotta stay. I'll be right back, I promise."
He kissed me one last time before walking out of the bedroom.
Completely ignoring his orders, I followed right behind him. Danger was in the house and there wasn't any time for debate so he just took my hand and kept me close by.
The closer we got to the living room, the louder the noise became. My heart beated faster the closer we got, I could literally hear it thumping through my chest. I took a deep breath trying to control my anxiety but I was more scared than I've ever been in my entire life.
I said a quick prayer as we came closer to the living room area. When we made it all the way inside the living room I didn't see anyone, but when I turned to the direction of the kitchen I noticed a large figure facing the refrigerator.
I held onto Taz's arm as he pointed his gun in the man's direction, ready to blast that motherfucka's head off.
He flicked the lights, causing the man to turn around. I rolled my eyes to see that it was none other than Rowla's big fat ass rummaging through our refrigerator. Dude had me scared all the way out of my mind! I swear I wanted to punch him in his shit.
Taz threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "Yo what the fuck Row?!"
Rowla had two boxes of pizzas in one hand, a can of sardines and my box of strawberries on top of the stacks of pizzas while holding a pot of leftover chicken in the other hand with an apple stuffed in his mouth. He kicked the refrigerator door close and walked passed us over to the table, setting everything down.
"The fuck it look like? I'm bouta have lunch nigga!"
Taz put his hands over his head, annoyed. "Muttafucka it's 3 in the morning! I almost blowed yo damn head off"
Rowla looked at him, chewing a piece of chicken that he didn't even microwave. "And? Nigga I'm hungry! Every hour is lunch hour for me."
Taz shook his head, ready to fucking explode. "I can't believe this fat ass dude", he murmured. "...fuckin estupido yo." He put his gun down on the kitchen counter.
His face soften when he turned to look at me. "You aight mami?"
Damn, he was so fucking fine and his bravery had turned me on even more. I just wanted us to go back into my room so I could have those big juicy lips all over this pussy again.
I bit my lip, smiling. "Yea. I'm fine."
He smiled back, giving me that same flirty look I was giving him.
"Yo Taz", Rowla said, breaking us out of our moment, "you think you could hook a nigga up witta couple of burritos and some red beans and tortillas?"
Taz looked at him as if he lost his damn mind. "I aint that typa chico bruh, we dont eat them shits. The fuck? Do I look Mexican to you?"
Rowla laughed, shaking his head.
I put my hands on my hips as I glared at him. I was so aggravated. I really wanted to pounce on him for scaring me half to fuckin death. "How did you even get in here Rowla?"
He took a bite of his chicken, then a bite of his apple before swallowing a sardine. "Ya brotha gave me a key for emergencies." He said, smacking on his food.
"Well there's no emergency so why are you here?"
He looked up at me as if I was slow. "Did you not hear when I said I was hungry? That is a damn emergency. If that aint no fuckin emergency Ion know what is"
He looked at me closely, finally noticing that I wasn't wearing anything but a wifebeater and boyshorts. He then looked over at Taz and quickly realised he was shirtless with a hell of alotta hickies on his neck.
"What yall been up in here doing?" He smiled knowingly.
Not giving a fuck, Taz boldly hugged my waist and tickled my neck with his mouth, making me giggle---all right infront of Rowla. He stared at Rowla as he held on to me. "Whatever the fuck we did was none of your business, so keep ya mouth shut fat boy."
Rowla wiped his mouth with his chubby hand. "Shidd...Take me to Mcdonalds right quick and ya secret safe with me." He shrugged.
I looked at the table and noticed that ALL of that food was gone. Every-last-drop-of-it.
I was amazed that a human being could eat so damn much. "Rowla you just ate a big ass dinner for 50 people and you're still hungry?"
He let out a loud ass burp. "Yepp."
Author's Notes:
I know this was just a small snippet but I hope yall enjoyed it anyways. I might add more parts to it so stay tuned 😘
