Nobody's Business (Urban) Book 2 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 9

Quan

I pulled my keys out of the door of my apartment and pushed the door open to see none other than that nigga Effrin. What the hell was he doing in my house at 12 in the morning? Shit, how'd he even get in here? I sighed and dropped my keys in the bowl by the door and slammed the door close.

"You got a reason for being up in my house like this?" I asked him.

He laid back on my couch, propping his feet up on my coffee table as if he owned the place. "I just came over to talk," he nonchalantly replied.

"Well, how the hell did you even get up in my house? You don't even have a key."

"Don't worry about that, just know I got some connections."

I smacked my lips. "Man whatever. Don't bring your ass back up in my house. You can let yourself out," I said, starting to walk back to my room when I heard the sound of a gun cock.

I stopped in my tracks, looking in the mirror on the wall, watching his every move. He held a Desert Eagle in his hands, pointing it towards me. A smirk appeared on his face when he caught my gaze in the mirror.

"Look I told you I'm not going to fight with you, so either you sit your ass down or get your brains blown out. Your choice."

"Man, I want you to shoot me. You scared nigga," I replied slightly smiled.

I knew this nigga was crazy as hell and I'll admit that I was scared but was I going to let him get the best of me? Hell no. If he was going to shoot me then he was going to do it but he was afraid of hurting Sincere. I knew niggas like him. They act tough to the world but they try to keep that one bitch with them that'll hold them down and stop them from doing stupid shit like this.

Effrin slightly chuckled as he stood up, walking towards me while keeping the barrel of the gun pointed towards me. I slightly flinched when I felt the barrel of the gun come in contact with my neck. Effrin smiled, looking at how shaken up I was in the mirror.

"You know I'm crazy. You know I'll pull the trigger and leave your broke ass laying here in a pool of blood but I won't."

"Why?" I asked, folding my arms.

"'Cause I know ya girl wouldn't like it if I killed you off, even though I really want to. I been debating on whether or not to just kill you for months but Sincere keeps popping up in my mind. I can't be the reason why she's upset again," he replied as he took the gun off of the back of my neck. I swallowed hard and finally turned around to him as he laid the gun on my coffee table. "Man enough with that shit, just sit down. I got other shit to do."

Who was this nigga to be inviting me to sit down in my apartment? He was crazier than I thought he was. I sighed and sat down in my huge chair across from him. "I found that shit really disrespectful when you scrapped that necklace I got for Sincere across the ground," he started, probably looking all around my apartment. The nigga kept his sun glasses on the entire time, just trying to show how tough he was when I knew deep down he wasn't. He was a fake and I don't know why Sincere even fucked with this nigga.

I shrugged my shoulders. "So? Why the hell you telling me this shit like I'm supposed to care?" I asked as I leaned forward.

He did the exact same thing, pushing his glasses up on his face so I could clearly see his eyes. "Because disrespectful niggas like you get their asses beat."

I sighed. "Look, Sincere's my girlfriend now and I know you'd be just as pissed off as I was, if some nigga kept flocking around her, giving her shit even after you told him to stop."

"Yeah I'd be mad but maybe instead of constantly going out and leaving her every day doing Lord knows what, don't you think you should be with your girl so some nigga like me can't come and check on her every day once you leave? You ain't shit and neither am I but I know how to treat a woman," he replied.

I slightly laughed. "And, you do? My nigga she left you 'cause you were constantly beating her ass and now you got some broad pregnant, too! How the hell do you know how to treat a woman when you couldn't even treat Sincere right when you had her the first time?"

He shook his head. "A'ight bring up the shit that's happened in the past but ask Sincere if I ever let some nigga like you constantly flock around her," he replied.

"Oh like the nigga she cheated on you with? What's his name um--Antoine? What about that nigga? I bet you ain't do shit about that nigga."

"You heard any news about the nigga in the past two years? Hell nah 'cause I took control of that nigga," he said, finally standing up. "Look just know I don't appreciate you stepping on the shit I got for her. It was mad disrespectful. I bet your ass ain't step on none of the other jewelry I got for her, did you?"

"What other jewelry?"

"All the jewelry she wears, nigga! I bought all that shit, along with all of her clothes years ago. Shit I'm still giving her money every few months to get by. Damn, I basically bought her everything she got. Don't tell me you didn't know," he smirked.

"What? Why the hell you over there giving her money?" I asked.

"'Cause I know niggas like you can't afford to keep women like her, with high standards in fashion but low standards in men."

"Men like you?" I asked, raising an eye brow.

He turned around and nodded his head. "Yeah, niggas like me. You and I both know I ain't shit, so don't even act like I'm some uppity bitch like you who thinks he's better than the rest of us Compton niggas. You just like the rest of us bitch but you just too afraid to admit it and niggas like you get their heads blown off."

I shook my head as my anger rushed all over me. I reached for his gun laying on the coffee table and pointed it at him, already knowing that it was cocked from earlier.

He laughed. "Whatchu gon' do? Shoot me?" he asked.

"I could."

"Then let's see how long Sincere stays with you...Russel."

I slowly lowered the gun. "W-What?" I asked.

Effrin grinned. "I had some niggas do some research on you and I know this ain't you. You just as much of a piece of shit as I am. You used to push rocks out here in these streets just like the rest of us but you changed your name and you going to school now after you got out of jail. Does Sincere even know how old you are? Does she even know Quan ain't your real name or that you been lying to her for all these months? I hope she beats your ass when she finds out. Keep the gun if you want it, just know if you hurt her I got bullets coming for you with your name on them," he said, turning to walk out.

I had been trying to hold myself together and keep myself from falling apart again since I was still on parole but I wasn't going to let this nigga come up into my house and talk to me like I'm not trying to turn my life around. As soon as he pulled the door open, I pulled the trigger on the gun, causing him to immediately collapse on the floor once the bullet entered his body.

Effrin was going to know who the nigga was that he was fucking with.

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