Ride OR Die

Chapter 18: In Check

Hey, don't know where my mind at
Hoping you can help find that
I wish I could rewind back (I love you)
Way back so you could put me
Put me in check, yeah, in check, yeah
Bryson Tiller♡

A week later..

Dezi

The door opened and I looked up from my laptop. My heart instantly began to flutter as tucked a lose curl behind my ear.

"Hey baby!" I said moving my laptop

I got up and quickly walked to Ant. He nodded at me as he rolled his suitcase inside.

I wrapped my arms him tightly. He placed his arms around my lower back, as he kissed my forehead.

"What's up ma?" He spoke resting his chin on my head. His breath smelled like alcohol.

His fingers ran through my natural curly hair.

"How you feeling?" I questioned laying my head against his chest.

"I'll be straight. How's my kid?"

"We're good." I answered.

He let me go and walked to the kitchen. I followed closely behind, watching him as he grabbed his Hennessy bottle and poured an entire glass.

He brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed before drinking it like a glass of water.

"Where's Q?" He questioned.

"He's showering."

He nodded. "Tell him to meet me in my office, when he's finished. I'm going to be in there handling business. Then he can take you to the mall or something."

"Baby, you sure you don't want me with you. I don't mind."

"No ma, I'm straight. I just wanna get some work done."

I grabbed his hand. "Anything, I can help you with?"

He groaned and pushed my hand away.

"No. Damn, just leave me fuck alone. I need some fucking space." He randomly lashed out

My heart dropped as a lump filled my throat. I nodded.

He walked to his office and stopped at the door.

"And put some fucking clothes on. It's like five o'clock and you ain't did anything to your hair or get dressed." He snapped before closing the door behind him.

My eyes immediately wandered down my body. I had on black leggings with a simple white tee. I look out my weave a few days ago, and twisted out my hair. My glasses claimed my bare face, leaving me completely natural.

Tears formed in my eyes almost immediately.

"His brother died. He's just hurting." I told myself as I wiped my tears.

I packed up my laptop and papers.

"What happened?" Q asked walking in and helping me.

"He's in a really bad mood. He wants me to leave and get out of his way."

He nodded. "Alright, where?"

"I'm just gonna go home." I stated slipping on my Uggs and nautica jacket.

His office door bust open.

"Home?" He questioned angrily "This is home!"

I rolled my eyes. "I hate when you drink. You just told me to leave."