California Love

Chapter Sixteen

|Chris's POV|

I called Kristyana, asking her where she was. She hadn't been back here yet and she's been gone for 3 hours. I knew I should've went with her. Just as I was calling her, she walked in the door.

"Where you been," I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. I kissed her lips.

"I stopped by Makayla's before I came here," she pulled away. I was curious to why she had her Ray Ban's on, in the house. I gotta talk her into taking them off. She walked into the kitchen and bent over in the fridge. Jackpot as fuck. I tip toed over to her and grabbed her waist. My dick was hard as shit and I pressed it up against.

"Dirty sex. I'm in the mood for some nasty ass, freaky shit. I'm talking slapping asses, pulling hair, biting, scratching, bleeding, all of it," she stood up straight and faced me. She kissed me and tried to pull away, but I deepened that shit. When I wanna fuck, I fuck. She couldn't breathe so I let her go, my hands still around her waist.

"Why the hell you ain't breathe out your nose?"

"I do what I want, don't question me nigga," she smirked.

"And why the hell you got these on inside the house? Ain't no sun bih," I flicked her glasses. She flinched and gripped them. She hesistated but after a few seconds, she took them off. I let go of her and looked at her, no words, just looked. My left index finger went over my top lip and my thumb under my chin.

"What--what the fuck is this," I pointed, pissed the fuck off. This better not be Mason's doing. I'll fuck his lightbulb head ass up.

"Clearly a black eye," she walked away.

"Nah, bring that ass here girl. Who the fuck did this," I questioned, still pissed. She ignored me.

"Hello?? Are you a fucking brick wall? Are you deaf or mute? Let me know now before I go fuck somebody up," I raised my voice. She gave in, eventually.

"Some dude I can't stand named CJ. Mason's friend," she sighed.

"And where the fuck was Mason when this CJ character gave you a fucking black eye, Lashaun," I've never used her government name and I'm pretty sure I never will, I probably sound like her mom.

"He broke it up before he could give me a second black eye, Maurice," she shouted right back at me.

"See? When I offered for me to come with you, you said no!"

"So are you like saying this is my fault," she questioned.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. Shit, I'm calling Jayceon."

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|Jayceon's POV|

"Black eye?! The fuck you mean black eye," I shouted over the phone.

"He gave her a got damn black eye, man!" I ran my hand over my head. A black eye? Who the hell?

"Who did it?"

"Some nigga named CJ. She was tired of him fucking with her so I guess she grabbed a knife, but Mason grabbed her an the knife. She said he was still talking shit, so she attacked him." She was gone stab him? Damn!

"Wait, she was bouta stab him? Damn," I laughed.

"Yeah, she insane. Come over here so we can talk about this."

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|Kristyana's POV|

I called Makayla & Rhyen over. Jayceon called his friends over and apparently had a master plan or some shit. Chris called a couple friends over, so it was basically a get together or "business" meeting, with no business.

"So why we here," one of Jay's friend asked.

"We finna pull up on this fuck nigga," Jayceon smiled.

"Wait a fucking minute. Whatchu mean 'pull up'? You mean like, light this nigga up? Kill this nigga? No Jayceon," I frantically shook my head. Somebody's son, brother, father, maybe uncle's death will not be on my hands. I'm cold blooded, but not heartless.

"Why not? I mean damn, you sound like you want another," he nudged me. I didn't have a valid reason for him not to kill him. I mean, murdering someone isn't how you solve a problem, but this burnt fire wood looking ass fucker been messing with me since 8th grade and I'm sick and tired of it. I sighed. Gotta do what you gotta do.

"I can't believe I'm giving you the consent to kill someone, but fine Jay." I left the room to clear my head and also put some ice on my eye. Chris came in after me.

"Babe, you good," he asked.

"Nah. All this because of a black eye? Chris--"

"You don't have to go through with this, yanno," he grabbed my hands.

"Yeah, I know baby," I twisted my ankle and looked down at the floor. I kinda want this, but it's fucked up at the same time.

"It's alright Chris. But we can ONLY keep this between who is in this house, right now. Absolutely no one else," we agreed. We went back into the living room.

"Made your final decision," Jay asked.

"Yeah. Let's do it."