SUMMER | DE

7.

•CHAPTER 7•

Thursday Night
Kasseem's POV

I hopped into my truck and sped off as far as could. I knew I killed one of them west side niggas but I ain't mean to do it. I was just trynna scare they ass for talkin' shit.

For one these bum ass niggas was gettin' in my personal space, then started talkin' about how they wanted to catch Summer by herself and tag team her and shìt which I definitely wasn't goin' fo'.

I groaned to myself taking my jacket off realizing that one of the niggas cut me on my arm before running out the club like some bitches. They ain't even have no heat on 'em. I popped the other nigga that was trying to get away before his friend cut me.

"Shit!" I groaned to myself speeding to the closest place possible, Summer's House. I surprised myself remembering where her ass live, giving that I only been there once and she was on the west.

I really felt dumb for even coming over here cause I knew she was Matt's baby mama but I still wanted to get to know her ass. The moment I seen her at Evolution.

Luckily her ass was here, I was just hoping I didn't run into my opps or another nigga was goin' down tonight yo.
I left my jacket in my car, and made my way to her door.

I knocked on it a few times hoping that her ass would hurry up so she can tend to this damn cut. I hope I run into that pussy boy again so I can put a cap in his goofy ass just like I did his homie.

Summer immediately came to the door and seemed very shocked to see me.
Her little ass was so fuckin' pretty.

The innocence on her face was so strong that it turned me on so much. I knew she was worried but she really ain't have shit to worry about.

"Kass, what are you doing here?" She asked me.

"Look I need help-" I started to say.

"I don't think you should be here." She cut me off.

I grabbed her and made her pay attention to me. "I need yo fuckin' help Selena!"

Her eyes widen once she saw me holding my arm. Blood was flowing down my arm and hand from the cut.

Summer immediately invited me in and escorted me to her kitchen.
She had a nice ass crib too.

I sat at her kitchen table and took my shirt off as she walked out of the kitchen. She then came back with a first aid kit and helped a nigga out. "What the hell happened back at the club? I tried to get out there as soon as possible."

She poured the alcohol on it and it stung like a bitch but I kept my poker face. I ain't pussy.

"Some niggas was on some bullshit and one thing lead to anotha that's all." I told her.

"Was it that serious that you had to pull out your gun?" She asked wrapping up the open wound after putting some type of healing cream on it. It wasn't deep enough to get stitches so I was good.

Summer sat the first aid kit on the counter and climbed on top of the other one, I guess waiting for my response.

"Why did you pull that gun out on those guys?" She questioned. Damn her little ass was nosey.