Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 8

I had been knocking on Aliana's door for a few before I kicked it down. She had this Spanish music blasting, which was probably the reason she didn't hear me knocking. Walking out of the kitchen, she stared at me strangely before turning off the music. "Khalil, what the fuck did you do to my door?"

I brushed passed her and made my way to the bedroom, to check on my stash. Throwing shoes boxes behind me, I searched the closet until finding the garbage bag full of money. I rolled it back up and stuffed it far back in the corner.

"You just come over here and wreck my place, Khalil!"

"You should open the fuckin' door!"

She rushed out of the bedroom, using her native tongue and I didn't understand anything she was saying. I shut the closet door and kicked over a shoebox on my way out. Aliana was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed as I passed by. "I don't deserve this shit! I deserve someone who will respect me and take me out. Not some puta that only uses me for lovin'!"

I cut my eyes in her direction and chuckled. "I ain't stopping you from finding that nigga!"

"What about my feelings? You never think about that shit, Khalil! You disrespect me, lie to me, embarrass me in front of my family... and all I do is love you. Why can't you just give me that?" Truthfully, I didn't feel like hearing this sap shit but I didn't want to hurt her feelings any worse, so I just stood there, pretending to listen. The whole time she fussed, I could only think about Niya's thick ass, and how I couldn't wait to get between her curvy thighs. The though of her made my shit hard as a rock but I knew she would make me wait, so I needed to find a way to get some pussy out of Aliana.

"Are you even, listening, Khalil?"

"Yea, I'm listening. You know a nigga be stressed, girl. And my bad if I take she shit out on you. I ain't tryna hurt yo feelings or none of that shit."

She smiled and ran towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck. When she leaned up, I kissed her lips and grabbed her ass, leading her to the bedroom. "Baby, I can't." She pulled back.

"What's up?"

"My cycle is on..."

"Well, what about some head?"

After Aliana gave me some fire top, I eased out of her crib before she could talk about commitment. I wasn't tryna take it to that level.

Pulling up outside the trap house, I noticed MarkB on the corner smoking a square. The street was jumping as usual, so I knew I had to come back through before all the fiends got their fix. Money had to be made today and I needed to slide something.

"What's up nigga?" I spoke approaching, MarkB.

"Shit, what's good with you?"

"You know, easy shit."

"You heard about ya boy? He going crazy with the money lately. Nigga buying the expensive shit and everybody wondering what's good."

"Say what?"

"True shit. You his boy, Khalil. Tell that nigga to keep it low key."

"I'll holla at em bout it." I spoke dapping his hand and getting back into my car.

I had to talk to Ahmod before this shit got too bad. If this shit got back to Mac, then both of us would be in some deep shit.

When I pulled outside of my grandma's crib, I noticed this pitiful ass car parked out front. Knowing something was up, I cocked my gun and headed into the home. When I entered, I cut my eyes and tucked the gun back under my shirt.