Same Love ~ A Short Story

6

I flipped my black hoodie up and tucked my switch blade into my all black high top Adidas then made my way towards the trap house pulling my duffle bag higher on my shoulder.

A tall body builder looking man stood in the door way with a bullet proof vest and a menacing look. He started to say something to me when I stopped him.

"Look, I know how this works. You're gunna say this is no place for little girls and I'm gunna say I need to talk to Murder and you're gunna look at me sideways, so I'm just gunna let you know this now. Murder is expecting me and if you don't let me through, you'll regret it. Understand?" I explained to him. He wiped sweat from his brow and nodded his head permitting me through.

I stepped inside and watched as all the drug dealers, killers, and prostitutes turned their heads towards me with suspicious looks.

I made my way towards Murder's office and suddenly one of his dealers got bold.

"No one's allowed back there," he said grabbing my arm softly. I turned around and slowly took my arm out of his grasp. He for sure was not ugly.

"Murder knows I'm coming," I replied raising an eye brow. He looked down at my red lips and then scratched the back of his neck.

"Let me go with you," he responded placing his hand on the small of my back. He looked like a pierced version of Derek Rose with spider bites right below the left side of his bottom lip. I gave him a skeptical look and then shrugged.

We walked up the stairs and then he lead me down the hall grabbing onto my hand.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Tierra," I answered. "You?"

"Derek," he replied. I smiled.

"You like my name?" he asked flashing me a pretty smile.

"Yeah, that's a cute name," I said with a bigger grin.

"Oh word?" he responded raising an eye brow. "Where you from?"

"Here," I answered.

"Me too," he replied. "We have a lot in common,"

"It's one thing," I said.

"And?"

"Ok..."

"You got a boyfriend?"

"Nah,"

"I think you kinda fly and uhh... You wanna... Go out some time?"

"I'll think about it,"

"Good enough for me,"

I smiled and knocked on the door then opened it without waiting for my cue. Murder was counting his money with multiple guns laying on his desk.

"Ya know, if I hadn't heard your voice down the hall, I would've shot you," Murder said. I shrugged my shoulders and took a seat in one of the chairs.

Murder was Cuban with green eyes and had a nice build. He was cute and was a very family oriented guy with a few kids and was married to a Dominican woman named Maria.

Murder and my mom's best friend- Auntie Jazz -used to date him and he became one of my most trusted friends. Dad doesn't know about him and I plan to keep it that way.

"What you need, TT?" he asked clasping his hands together.

"I need you and your boys to have a little talk with someone for me," I answered. He put his hands in the air and shook his head rapidly.

"Oh no, no, no. We don't do that here," he replied.

"What if I told you that he jumped Zay Zay and broke my heart?" I said blinking away tears. He shook his head and apologized. I coerced tears from my eyes and made my lip quiver as I fake cried.