Back for You (18+)

T H E T R U T H

This is an erotic book.
It's not meant to be realistic.
It's meant to make your panties wet.

"He threatened to kill you. So I took the nigga out before he had the chance to." He said with a simple shrug of his shoulders, taking another long swig of the Hennessy. I didn't understand how his chest wasn't burning like crazy but my need for answers didn't allow me to ask.

"Who threatened me?" I asked wishing he would be more direct with his answers.

"Deebo." He said simply as I fought the urge to slap him silly.

"Either give me so motherfucking answers or I'm kicking you out. Stop with this half ass one word story telling ass shit." I said crossing my arms over my chest like the adult kid I was.

He looked at me cautiously before standing up and pacing back and forth. I could tell that whatever happened still bothered him till this day and made him uncomfortable. But my need for answers didn't give a damn. It was the only reason I allowed him into my home.

Or was that what I was telling myself to keep from acting on my true feelings.

"It's all started off smooth. Me and Deebo met with this Nigerian nigga who had bread. And when I say bread I mean the whole goddamn bakery type shit. This nigga was fucking loaded. We met up at the spot, got the money in hand before even distributing the product and left to go out bout our day within a ten minute time span. We sold him over thirty pounds of that pressure and made over $90,000 to split. It was one of the easiest deals I've made. Not to mention I finally had enough bread stacked up to get us out of that cramped up apartment and get you your dream car. I remember being so damn grateful, that working and serving tree was finally starting to pay off. I just knew as I soon as I got back home to you I was gon tear that pussy out the frame and tell you the good news afterwards...that's when everything went to shit." His face lost all emotion as he stopped pacing, and told his truth from there.

"We were riding down Charlotte Ave, I had fat ass wood in one hand and the wheel in the other. Before I had a chance to even blink this bitch ass nigga pressed a glock against my head and told me to pull over to the side of the road. He demanded I give him the full $90,000 and walk away like it wasn't nothing. He told me if I didn't hurry up and hand over the money that he would kill me, find you, rape you and then kill you afterwards. All I I saw was motherfucking red."

"By the grace of God I managed to pull out my pistol and move back just in time for the bullet to go through the window, and pop him right in the chest. He died within twenty seconds. As he sat there choking on his own blood and begging for help, that's when I realized I really fucked up." He paused for a second, trying to read my reaction.

"How did you fuck up? You won. You managed to make it away unscathed." I asked as he shook his head no.

"Deebo's Godfather is the Director of the FBI. He wasn't close to him but he was close enough to invoke fear in my heart. A man with that kind of power would be able to use all his resources and connect the dots sooner than later. Deebo was murdered in my car with my registered pistol. The bullet in his chest would have proved that much. And with my record I didn't want to risk going back to prison, I didn't want to risk being away from you." He concluded as I grabbed my glass downing all its contents. So many emotions were flowing through me at once and I needed the liquid courage to help me zero in on my thoughts.

"So why didn't you just burn the car with the body in it? You could have destroyed any and all evidence!" I said realizing I was just as twisted as Daevic. I didn't care that he murdered a man, it was self defense for crying out loud. Deebo chose his fate and lost.