"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby."
I close my...
"Get down on the ground! Now!" The cop yells as I slowly lower myself to my knees. "Put your hands on your head, boy. Any sudden moves and I'll put two through your skull with no hesitation."
My jaws clenched. "So how the fuck do you expect me to put my hands up then?" Next thing I know there's a sharp pain to the back of my head causing me to fall to the hard surface. I groan "Fuck!"
"You'll make this a lot easier on yourself if you shut the fuck up." I hear another cop say as he handcuffs me.
"Damian!!" I try to look up when I hear a voice. Her voice. Leila screams for me as I'm being lifted from the ground. "Don't fuckin touch him like that! He was just trying to help me!"
As she rushes to me, one of the cops grabs her by her wrist and slams her into the hood of the cop car. "Martin! Put a muzzle on that black bi-," the cop holding my arm yells as I head-but the fuck out his nose, causing him to gush out blood. In one move, I manage to break out of the handcuffs, connecting my fist with his cheek.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Lei screams.
I turn around to see Officer Martin standing over my girl, choking her with one hand and swinging a long black stick in the air with another. Before he could make the attempt, I grab the hand holding the baton and I drag my knee into his back.
"Ahhhhhh"
"Shut up" I bit out as I grab the back of his head, bashing it into the side window. Glass shatters while he falls to the ground along with the baton.
I turn to my crying Leila, grabbing her face. "You okay, baby?" Checking her body for any marks.
No words. She just shook her head.
My blood is boiling with rage. I look down at the baton and then Martin, then Leila.
"Don't do it, Damian." She whispers. Her soft hands grabbing my forearm, pulling me away from all the damage I caused.
"You just fucked your life up for some black whore." I paused in my tracks. Turning to see the fat ass cop that was just put on his back a few seconds ago, trying to lift himself up. Within a blink of an eye, I repeatedly struck the cop with his own baton.
"Damian!! Stop!!!" She screamed to me. "Damian!!"
"Damian! Wake up!" My eyes flush open when I feel ice cold water being thrown on my face. Did this bitch really have the audacity to disrespect me like that?
"What the fuck, Naomi?!"
"Boy, I've been trying to get you up for the past ten minutes. You kept talking in your sleep."
I roll my eyes, dragging my hand down my face. "What time is it?" I look around for my phone.
"Um it's almost 11am and Kane's been barking to go outside."
I cut my eyes to her. "So why the fuck didn't you just take him for a walk if you've been up this long?"
"Cause one, he's not my dog and two, I don't like animals. You know this already. I shouldn't have to explain myself every time I come over." This girl really annoys the fuck out of me.
Getting out of bed, still searching aimlessly for my phone. "You like em enough to wear them on your head though." Not even gonna lie, I was thinking out loud.
"Fuck you Damian. You can be a real asshole sometimes." She says while throwing a pillow at me.
Shaking my head. I swear it's too early for this shit. I leave out of the smaller bedroom, looking for my son and I see him sitting guard at the elevator to my penthouse. I whistle and finally I'm tackled to the floor by a big, black bundle of joy. I know what I said. He licks me all over my face as if he hasn't seen me in so long.
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"Hey boy. How'd you sleep?" Rubbing his head. "I hope it was better than mine."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I didn't even hear Naomi walk into the living room... with my phone in her hand. "So who's Leila?"
My face freezes from hearing her name. "What?" I lift Kane off my lap as I stand to my feet.
She mocks. "What? I said who the fuck is Leila?"
"Does it matter?" I ask. Walking towards her, plucking my phone out her hand.
"Yes it matters if you're fucking me yet moaning another bitch's name in your sleep over and over. So again. Who is she?" Even after seven years I still don't like when motherfuckers call her out her name.
I stride back to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable to walk Kane. Naomi follows behind, but before she could say anything else, I cut her off. "Listen, doll face. You're in no position to question me about anyone or anything I do. Alright?" I look dead in her eyes. "We're just fucking. Point. Blank. I don't wanna hear shit else about it."
She chuckles and folds her arms like a fucking brat. I just wanna get away from her, so I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. "So just like that? You can do whatever you want? Fucking me for a whole year and having bitches in your phone? And I have no right to question you?" She's asking like it's such a bad thing.
After finishing up, I turn to her again. "I said what I said, Naomi. You don't like it? You know where the door is." Going back into the living room to get my dog ready, I hear feet rapidly hitting the floor, getting closer and closer.
"You're so full of shit! I hate you!" Naomi tries to swing at me but Kane jumps in between us, barking and growling. Lucky for her, I have him on a leash. She screams, "Get your dog out my face, Damian!"
"Get your face out my dog. He lives here, not you. Matter of fact. Do us a both a favor and get the fuck out!" I snapped.
She quickly shifts her head up to me. "Maybe I will. Fuck you and that stupid ass dog." She says as she grabs her purse and whatever bullshit off the couch and heads to the elevator. I'd prefer she take the fuckin' window but hey.
Kane still growling until the doors close behind her. I bend down to him and he lifts his paw up. I smile as I high-five him back and rub his head. "Good boy."
