Touch Me, Tease Me

T W E N T Y - N I N E

~ Mercedes Third Person POV ~

For the rest of the week, Naomi refused to leave the bed. Everyday, Mercedes was helping her cleanse herself and buying food for her to eat. When he wasn't around, he could hear her crying faintly. She cried even harder in his arms. Was she depressed? He wasn't sure. A nigga like him not even used to this much feeling. When it came Saturday and time to hawk down the enemy, Mercedes didn't want to leave her.

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Naomi: You can go. I'll be fine.

She said blowing her nose.

Mercedes: Baby you can barely even get out of the bed..

Naomi: I'm fine, bae.

Mercedes: Nay...

Naomi: This is important to you and them. It would be odd if you weren't there, you know?

Mercedes: I guess but-

Naomi: Look. I'm in the mood for some chicken. I'll fry me some while you're out, okay? The proof might still be here when you come back.

She giggled. Mercedes looked at her and tilted her head. He wanted to believe her but he www convinced.

Naomi: Fine, I'll leave some proof. Okay?

Mercedes grinned.

Naomi: Better.

Mercedes walked over to her side of the bed and hugged her.

Mercedes: You call me if you need me, okay?

He kissed her cheek.

Naomi: Of course, baby.

She kissed his then they kissed on the lips.

Naomi: I love you.

Mercedes: I love you more.

He hugged her once more before leaving. The moment she heard the door close, she weakly fell down to the bed.

"You have got to get your shit together." She thought to herself.

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Mercedes went around checking out the area they were going to ambush before heading to meet everyone else.

It was around 10pm when Mercedes got to Octos Strip Club. When he got to the basement, the guys were gearing up. Octo was coming out of his office just as Mercedes arrived.

Octo: Aye, Cedes.

Mercedes walked over to him and they went into his office.

Mercedes: Wassup, Oct.

Octo: How are you feeling about tonight? You ready right?

Mercedes: Better than that.

Octo: Glad to hear it. Tonight, you'll get to pick your crew and layout the plan.

Mercedes: For real?

Octo: It's your bust, son. If you want it done, you should know how you want it executed, correct?

Mercedes: Right. Absolutely.

Octo: Good.

Octo reached out and Mercedes shook his hand.

Octo: How this night goes is all on you.

He patted his shoulder and they left his office. Octo had Mercedes stand beside him.

Octo: Listen up.

He got their attention.

Octo: Tonight is a big one. Them damn hispanics are going to get what they had coming and then niggas leading them, alright?

They all murmured in agreement.

Octo: This operation is one that Mercedes will be leading. Round of applause.

The boys clapped for him and hyped up Mercedes. Mercedes grinned.

Octo: Now, tell us how you want things to go.

Mercedes: Bet.

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~ Naomi Third Person POV ~

Naomi slept in bed till roughly around 10:30pm. When she woke up, for the first time in years... she prayed. Not only for herself, but for Aaliyah's spirit to be at peace. After that she took a milk bath and listened to music.

Once she was done, she lathered in lotion then went out to fry the chicken. She had to stop herself from crying multiple times. She fried about 10 wings but only ate 2. When she couldn't eat anymore, she just went and laid down, falling back to sleep.

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~ Mercedes First Person POV ~

BANG BANG BANG.

Shots were being fired from every direction you could think of. People were running, niggas was shooting, bodies were dropping. Everyone else has the head out for the nigga that killed Johnny and Reggie. I cared for it too but my main focus? That nigga Wicked. I seen him fire a week shots then run off so I followed him into an alley way a block away. He knew I was coming. He shot behind him without looking back, thinking he was keeping me away.

Mercedes: Nigga, stop running like a bitch.

He was caught at a dead end. He turned and looked at me, grinning with his gun pointed at me.

Wicked: She fine, Mercedes. I'll hand it to you. I'd stick it in her too.

Mercedes: Fuck did you say?

I charged at him, disregarding the gun. If I would've sat and thought about it any longer I would've realized how dumb that was but it was fortunate when he pulled the trigger and the gun had no more bullets left.

We starting fighting damn near to the death. He got w few good hits on me but my anger got the best of me. Blow after blow to his face. At a point I couldn't even feel my hands anymore. I couldn't hear anything until Faze ran up on me.

Faze: Nigga, let's go. Cops are swarming!

He tried to pull me off but I wouldn't go.

Mercedes: Hell nah, he ain't dead yet.

Faze: But we will be if them pigs caught us. Bro let's go.

I looked at him one last time before I ran off. He wasn't moving, I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not. To me, the job wasn't done.

I'll see you again. You'll know to never fuck with me or mine again...

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I know it's short! Just something to feed y'all with! Vote, comment, and follow for moreee - lushh <33

Side Note: I think once this story hits 40 chapters I might wrap it up :( I'll start something new for y'all though! — Should Naomi and Mercedes get a happy ending or a not-so-happy ending?