The Perfect Man.

Safety.

I shot up out of my sleep, glancing over at Lucas. My breathing In hitched, relieved that he was still there.  I placed my hand on his muscular back, just being thankful that it was a dream.

He turned over, sleepily talking with his eyes barely open. "Baby you straight?".  "Yes, I'm fine". "Come 'ere". He pulled me into his warm arms.

I almost fell back asleep until my phone buzzed.

???: I've been thinking about you. 

I was bewildered. Who the hell is this and how did they get my number?

Me: Who's this?

???: Odell. I've been thinking about our conversation and the dance we shared the other night. I want to take you out. Is that possible?

Me: Listen your really cute but, No it isn't. I have someone already.

Odell: Then let me just take you out. We can go as friends. I promise.

Me: Idk...When are you planning for all this?

Odell: Maybe tomorrow night. If that's okay with you.

Me: Fine. But don't even try anything Odell, I'm serious. I'm already in enough dirt. I'm going with you so I can take my mind off of things.

Odell: Hey, that's A-okay with me.

I left his message sitting there. Hopefully, it should be fine. I should be fine.

*****

Lucas♛...

Bree told me about her going out with her friend.  Can't lie, I was mad as shit.

I didn't want her going out like that, cuz Niggas is crazy.

But at the same time I don't want to be controlling, so I just let her go.

But fuck it, though.

My phone began buzzing, and I fished for it in my pocket. It was my boy, Chresanto.

"Yo yo yo what's good nigga". "No time for that nigga, somebody shot up our shit and stole all the fuckin drugs man". "Nigga you lyin". "Fuck I got to lie for. Bring your ass down here man this shit is crazy". I ended the call and immediately drove to the house.

I spotted Chresanto in the selling room, I stepped on the glass making way towards him. "I don't know who the Fuck could've did this shit, man". I bit my lip and thought about it.

Quincy.

"Na, I think I know who did this shit". Chresanto stopped glaring down at the broken glass and immediately at me. "Who?". "This nigga I know, Quincy". "Brown nigga? That rich ass nigga not bout to come up in here and still our shit. What the fuck you got us into?". "First off I ain't get us into shit, it's my girl's ex. Nigga tryna take me o--". Bullets immediately began smacking the side of the house. My heart thumped as me and Chres dove on the broken glass. "Shit". He muttered as windows began breaking. I crawled my way towards the back attempting to fetch some guns of our own.

Bullets constantly shot up the house as I tossed Chresanto his gun. As soon as I began to load niggas busted down the door. "Where the fuck is Lucas". "Easy niggas, before I have to take your mother Fuckin brains out". I stood at the back entry. They took one glance at me and smirked, before I could even blink they pulled out their guns to shoot.

Aubree...

He threw a cloth on my head as I struggled to breathe. "Odell!!". I constantly screamed kicking my legs and arms. He threw me into what felt like a vehicle, and someone snatched the cloth off of my head.

I was with Quincy.

He smirked in the driver's seat. "Hello beautiful". "Quincy what the hell!!?". "Calm yourself, Aubree. Your fine". "Why the Fuck am I with you?! Where's Lucas?". "Don't worry about that nigga. Your mine. Aren't you?". "No the hell I'm not. Bring me back to where the fuck I was Quincy". "Woah woah, watch it Princess". He smiled, as if I wasn't furious. "What the hell is so funny?". He smirked at me, and then became silent.

"My god Aubree, I missed you so much". My arms were affixed up, where Quincy had tied them. My body was stranded on the bed.

Quincy was on top of me however, fully clothed. "Quincy please let me go". "What is it about that Nigga that got you sprung, huh?". He had asked, while sweeping his finger across my chin. "He doesn't hit women, if you want to know the damn truth". Quincy chuckled. "Real Funny". He commented, getting off of me. "Where's Lucas?". "Being taken care of". "What the hell do you mean?". "Don't worry Bree he's in good hands". "I don't fucking trust you and you know that". "You know what else you know? That killing my damn child was wrong". "How did you know about that?". He lit a cigar. "I wasn't fucking born yesterday, Aubree". He inhaled the nicotine and then exhaled the smoke. He lugged a chair in front of the bed, sitting in it. "I really can't believe you". I stared, attempting to yank my arms from the tight knot above my head. "You disrespected me, you cheated on me, left me for someone else, and you killed my child. Because you refused to be with me, and refuse to follow my instructions, I had to take matters into my own hands". "What the Fuck does that mean?". He chuckled. "Stop being so damn hostile".

Odell...

"Is that nigga dead?". I sat in my car on the phone, in front of  the hospital. "He just got admitted into the hospital, lil nigga should be out cold. We definitely smoked him". "Excellent Job niggas. Catch you later".

"Yes sir, Mr. Coly is in that room over there". I nodded, pushing the gun down further in my pants so it could be hidden.

He was plugged up to a variety of cords. However, his heartbeat was steady, which indicated that he was alive. I closed the door and locked it. Placing the gun against Lucas's temple.