What's Really Hood?

Fighting Temptations

*Zorian's POV*

My blood was boiling, and I wanted nothing more than to put a hot one in his chest. I'd never pulled my gun as a threat, and the only thing that stopped me was Ni'Andra. I could admit that I did want her as a friend, but part of me also wanted her for more. If I killed him, I wouldn't have had that chance anymore.

"Mitch, I'm done. There's nothing you can say or do to make me stay. This ain't got nothin' to do with any of them. This is about me and you right now," Ni'Andra said, and the determination was clear in her voice. She had no intentions of taking him back.

"Alright, well, can I at least talk to you for a minute?" he asked, relaxing his posture and turning his back to me and focusing on Ni'Andra.

Even that action had me ready to empty my bullets into him. It was mad disrespect—turning his back on me like I wasn't gon' do shit, and he was trying to use the feelings that Ni had for him to wiggle his way into her soft spots.

"Just give me five minutes, Ni. That's all I ask," he begged. I couldn't hide the smirk on my face. There was no way Ni would fall for that nigga's bullshit. There was no way.

"Alright," she said, causing my teeth to clinch. She had to have been joking. She wasn't about to give him a chance to win her over.

"Damn, can we at least go in the house? I don't want all these muthafuckas in my business, man," he voiced.

She didn't reply as she uncrossed her arms and walked toward the door. I was almost certain she wasn't about to go into the house with him.

"Seriously, Ni?" ole girl asked her. Shit, I was wondering the same thing.

"Don't worry, Dai. It'll only be a second," she said, trying to sound promising, but she wasn't assuring a muthafuckin' thing this way. He was too damn close for comfort as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind himself.

Staring at the door, I counted to ten before releasing the breath that I had been holding. Ni'Andra was playing with me. I couldn't even understand why I was so mad, but that didn't stop my anger. My heart beat rapidly in my chest.

Her homegirls were already making their ways toward the house, trying to peek through the windows and place their ears to the door. As far as I was concerned, Ni'Andra didn't have nown muthafuckin' thing to say to his ass.

"Ni'Andra!" her lil' skinny friend yelled out in a panic, and I began walking toward the door. "I don't know what happened, but I heard a crash!" Dai said in fear for her girl as she tried to twist and turn the knob. "He locked it," she said in between sobs before pounding her fists on the door. "Nija, get your key," she instructed, but I didn't need a damn key.

I heard another crash, so I slammed my shoulder into the door, sending splinters flying as it tore from the wall. When my eyes landed on the two, I saw red. This nigga had to have been on some other shit. Rushing over, I snatched him off Ni'Andra and sent my fist into his face. I used his two steps back as my momentum as my hand wrapped around his throat, and I slammed his head into the wall.

He pulled his fist back, but before he could swing, I'd already had my gun pressed under his chin, ready to light his ass up. He instantly dropped his fist to his side, and my smirk only grew.

"Make yo' move," I told him, staring him into the eyes. As bad as I wanted to pull the trigger, I didn't want to do it in front of Ni. If I wanted any kind of chance with her, killing this dude would have only taken that opportunity away.