Reckless Love (Pt 1)

Chapter 12

-Tre's P.O.V- (continuing from Chap.11)

"Bitch I will shoot yo ass, and leave you for dead. Now what the fuck did he say?" I asked Nena as I pulled on my blunt. I'm so fucking tired of this bitch, man.

"O-okay. You know the nigg-as that I guess was trying to talk to Brook? They plotting on you, Tre. They been watching you." She said. I nodded my head, I knew I should've killed them niggas on sight. But, fucking with Brook, that shit clouded my judgement.

"Please don't kill me, I'm pregnant... It's yo baby Tre."

I snapped out of my thoughts quick. The only person I done EVER bust in was Brook. I'm a grown ass man, I been fucking since I was thirteen I know my got damn strokes. I pull out even when I wear a condom and make this hoe suck me off. The fuck she think she talking to?

"Bitch you ain't pregnant, not by me anyway. Don't let that shit come out yo mouth again." I say, do you know what the fuck Brook would do to me if I got this bitch pregnant. That's a scary sight, Brook might look all sweet and shit, but she just like me... On purpose. I could never let her ass go I taught her how to fight, fuck and shoot. "

Fuckkk." I hissed, looking down. Nena was on her knee's bobbing her head up and down. This is not what I came here for, I thought pushing her head down. I gotta stop thinking with my dick. *

-Brooklyn's P.o.v-

My P.O is a bitch and a half, on my life I'd beat her ass if I wasn't pregnant. Like, I wanted to ask her if she want to shoot the fade since she talk so much shit.

"Do you understand me?" She asked.

"Mmmhm." I replied, staring her down. She looked at me like we had a problem. I swear to God I'd beat her ass, only reason she acting like this is cause she can violate me. She know she ain't seeing me with these hands, she heard about what I did to that C.O. These hoes better get it together... understand me. I been so fucking angry lately, like I been feeling some type of way, I even made a hit list, when I drop I'm fighting everybody. Nena, Lisha and Tre. I feel like I can't really get past this shit until I fight him. This ain't nothing new, me and Tre been fighting each other since were we younger.

My phone began to ring, "you done nah?" I asked.

"Don't make me vi-"

"Don't threaten me." I cut her off, "my piss clean and I ain't disrespected you. Trust... Shit can get real ugly. Where do I sign?" I asked. She glared at me and handed me a pen to sign my name.

"Oh, and Ms. Goode school's coming up and I WILL be checking in on you." I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to shoot her the bird. I walked to the car and called Dri back.

"What's up, girly?" She asked.

"Sup. you called me?" I asked, me and Dri ain't never really communicated like that. She always just been Teezy's strange ass foster sister. Something gotta be up.

"Ummm, yeah ummm." She started. I rolled my eyes, starting up my car. "Ummm, I just saw Tre with..." She trailed off.

"Adrianna, I don't have time for this lil shit you doing. Matter fact ion even wanna hear it. If I ain't see it with my own to eye's I gives no fucks about it."

I said, clicking off. I'm pregnant and bitches wanna bring up all this stuff about my nigga now. It's irky as shit, 'cause none of these hoes didn't want DiAntre before I got him. He was just dirty Tre to them, he came up got him some money now all these hoes on his dick. Before he started hitting licks and pulling kick doors me and Tre use to make money together. We was young as hell running the streets the whole summer. It was lil shit though, like snatching purses and taking niggas shoes. This was before we was all in love and before he started stealing work and really getting money.