Playing The Player

Chapter Five

This been on hold for a minute because I was waiting for my partner to do her part but she hasn't sooooo, I continued.

Bee:

"Lucky, where your bathroom?" I asked as we walked into his house. It's only been a week and i swear, he's killing me.

"Find it." he said, walking past me.

I rolled my eyes and wandered through the house. I opened a door to find a table covered in guns. Wrong room. The next door I opened was the bathroom, thankfully. After, washing my hands, I walked back out to the living room. Lucky laid out on the couch, with his remote in his hand.

"Can you make room?" I asked in a calm voice. He smacked his lips before sitting up. I don't know why he with me if everything I do makes him mad. It's really starting to piss me off now.

"Let's watch a movie." I said turning to him.

"I'm watching the game." he said, brushing me off.

I reached over, took the remote from him and began looking through the guide. I'm tired of his stuck up ass. His phone vibrated, making him stand and leave the room. I continued my business until he walked in with a gun in his hand.

"Aye, Bee I gotta go handle something." he said.

"Handle what?" I asked.

"Business. You wanna ride?" he asked.

"And get shot the fuck up? Nah, maybe next time." I said sarcastically.

"If you gone be my girl, you gotta get immune to the lifestyle shawty." he said.

I bit down on my lip before speaking. "If I get killed, I'm taking yo ass with me." I promised.

Lucky:

Me and Bee rode down to fourth where I heard one of my little niggas was acting out. Shooting him a be an example to my other niggas.

I looked over at Bee as I drove. She really do gotta ugly attitude. She fine as fuck but I still don't like her. I can't see myself being with somebody like her, if I wasn't in this bet. She to stuck up and prissy for me. She think the world revolving around her, constantly.

When we got to the block, I grabbed my gun and looked over at her. "Stay in the car." I said.

"What?" she said, turning to me. "I didn't come just to stay in the car!"

"You thought you was shooting somebody or something?" I asked.

"No, but I didn't come just for the ride nigga. Let's go." she said stepping out the car.

I walked over to my worker that got reported and pointed my gun at him "I heard you been fucking up." I said.

He looked scared. "I ain't been doing nothing boss. I swear." he promised.

I shook my head no. "I don't believe you."

"Boss.. it was me, I been here-

"Lucky!" I heard beside me.

Damn, I told her ass to stay in the car. "What?" I turned to her.

"You not really bout to shoot him over some he say she say?" she said with attitude.

"I got word that he ain't been doing what he supposed to do." I explained to her.

"I mean, come on now, he over here frighten. Looking like he already done pissed I'm himself. You really think he gone risk his life to show out?" she asked.

I looked back at him. "It wasn't me." he repeated.

I smacked my lips and lowered my gun. "Man, get back to work." I said, walking back to my car. I slammed the door behind me waited for her to get in.

"You should've stayed in the car." I said, seriously.

"Next time don't bring me." she said.

She right, I'm never bringing her to a mission again.

When we got back to the house, I left her in the living room and got in my bed. This week feel like years. Shawty not worth it.

I looked up to hear a knock on ny door, before Bee walked in. She ain't look as mad as earlier.

"You just gone leave me out here?" she asked, closing the door behind her and walking over to my bed.

"I wanted to watch the game." I shrugged.

"Then we can watch it." she said, climbing in the bed beside me. "Can I asked you something?" she asked.

"When this goes off." I said. She bipolar as hell cause one minute she mean as fuck, next minute she all sensitive and shit. I looked over at her and sighed. "Go ahead."

"What don't you like about me? What do I have to do to make this relationship better?" she asked, looking over at me.

"Ain't nothing wrong with us. We good." I shrugged.

"Lucky, I'm serious. You know we not. We don't communicate. We don't go on dates. We dont even kiss." she complained.

"Were communicating now. We don't need to go on dates when we kicking it now. And I don't do the kissing. I don't know where yah mouth been ma." I admitted.

"Well I do kiss. Were just gonna everything you want? Nothing I want matters?" she asked.

I really hate when people ask me so many questions.

"You tripping." I said.

"Nigga, I might be. But your crazy as fuck! I'm not finna play house wife to your yellow ass. Fuck outta here." she stood off the bed and slipped on her shoes. Damn, I think she just dumped me. I can't let her go for another two months. If she leave now, I loose. I gotta soften up and play along with her bullshit ass relationship rules.

"Wait Bee." I jumped up and grabbed her arm. "We can talk. Let's communicate." I offered.

"And?" she said.

"And, ima take you out tomorrow night." I said.

"Anddddd?" she repeated, holding back her smile.

"And ima kiss you." I gave in.

"Good." she smiled, pulling my face down to hers and pecking my lips.

We got back into the bed and I wrapped my arm around her, moving her head to my chest. I might as well play along with her.

"You still wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

"Nah, we can watch the game boo." she said.

I would say we good now.. but we ain't. She want to be all lovely dovey when I would rather fuck, roll a blunt then go to sleep.

Bee:

Lucky is right where I want him to be. One week in the hole and he already doing as I say. All I gotta do is get sensitive on him and he cracks. Lucky think he's a player, but ima show him a whole new game. I might even let him hit it a couple times if he acting right.

"Baby can I sleep over?" I asked, looking at him.

"You can do whatever you want." he said, smiling.

Of course i can.

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So I just rushed do this. Sorry guys. More to come soon and I won't take so long. How yall feeling? So far... it look like Bee running shit. #TeamBee or #TeamLuck?

Mwahh -@xo_cocaine_addict_xo