"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...
Bullets flying. People running and screaming towards the nearest exits. Everything happening so fast. I don't even remember ducking to the floor, but there's a heavy ass figure shielding over me from the rest of the madness. When I attempt to move, he halts me in place.
"Hold on, baby. Don't move." Damian protectively covers my head with his large hands. The screams slowly fading throughout the club.
I could see Domenico and Romeo cautiously getting people out the door as quickly as they can. The unknown shooter still shouting in the distance. "YOU GOT THREE SECONDS, BITCH!"
Still trembling under Damian, I began to recognize the man's voice. I know you fuckin lyin'! "Marcus?!"
At a slow pace, Damian and I lifted ourselves from the hard floor. He guides me urgently with one hand to stand behind him while locking eyes with my ex boyfriend.
"I told you I didn't want you in this place anymore, Lei." Marcus says to me yet aiming the gun at Damian. "Just come back to me and we can work things out. Together." He looks incredibly fiend out. His eyes watering and nose sniffling. I've never seen him like this before.
"Bro, just put the gun down. You don't wanna get yourself hurt in here." Damian is so unbothered as he calmly tries to get Marcus to cooperate with him.
"That's supposed to be a threat, white boy? I don't even need to use a gun to put you on your back." Marcus tucks his gun behind him.
"Deadass? You wanna get active?" Damian says so sternly while taking out his own gun and laying it flat on the table. "Say less."
Where the fuck he get that from? Oh shit. Lemme back up cause if I get hit I'm airing this bitch out. I ran to the farthest corner, away from the fight, but still close enough to see what's going on.
I watched as Marcus charges at Damian with psychotic rage, attempting to swing for his jaw. In which of course, Damian ducks allowing him to throw three shots to his torso. Two to his side and the last one to his chest. Damn! That was kind of sexy.
Marcus falls back a little coughing and grasping for air. As Damian goes in for another attack, Marcus successfully connects his fist with his cheek. I guess all that crack in his system gave him some energy. Thrown off by the contact I assume, Damian pauses for a second. What's he doing?
My ex still in a weak ass fighting stance, Damian spits blood into his direction. "Ahh! What the fuck!" Next thing I know, Damian tackles Marcus to the ground, breaking a table in the process. Dragging his fist across his face repeatedly.
"Wait! Damian stop!!!" Popping up from my hiding spot, I cried out to him as he continues to ignore me. Oh my God. Not again.
From out of nowhere, Romeo and Domenico rush to pull Damian off of Marcus. "Enough! Damian! He's had enough!" They finally manage to tug him away. "Non buttare via la tua fottuta vita per nessun barbone rotto! Capire! You just got back!" Domenico shouts to Damian as Romeo maintains to hold him back from finishing the job. (Don't throw your fucking life away for no cracked out bum! Understand!)
"Just calm down, Dame. We got this." Romeo reassures him. Finally, letting him go once he calmed down. Romeo's eyes land to me as I remained stunned by everything that just happened. "You need to get Leila out of here."
Damian turns to me. His facial expression adjusting from ravaged anger to passionate empathy. After he places his gun back in his pants, he snatches his jacket from where he was just sitting and wraps it around my naked body.
"Mmmmmmm." I look down to Marcus whose face is now fucked up and I mean fucked up! I'm talking eyes swollen, lip busted, teeth missing, and nose broken.
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Marcus manages to get one eye open. That eye staring up at me. "If I can't have you... no one will." Damian swoops me up in his arms and for the first time in a looong time, I feel safe and secure.
"So that's your mans huh?" Damian teases me while heading towards the exit.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Uhhhh is the coast clear now?" All of us turning our heads to the bar as we noticed Trey peaking up from behind.
"That's where the fuck you were this whole time?" Damian questions.
"Aye man. You don't try to argue with no crackhead. Especially when they got a gun in they're hand? No sirrr. Not me!"
I look to Damian. "Mhm. So is that your mans??" I teased back.
He chuckles while shaking his head.
"Y'all get home safe. Romeo and I will deal with this pagliaccio. Maybe have Trey help us clean this mess up, too. We'll give you a call later." Domenico says. (Clown)
"Why the fuck I gotta help?? I ain't do none of this shit!"
Romeo fires back walking towards him. "Because you hid like a bitch. Now go get a broom."
Trey sucks his teeth. "Man I knew I should've dipped out like everybody else. Always got me doing shit and I don't even fuckin' work here," he complains.
Trey can be a bitch sometimes but he's funny as hell, too. He's got a point though. I was never going back and forth with no crackhead.
