Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 9

I wiped my hand over my face, to see if this shit was real or if I was too high off of the weed I hit on my way over.

"Pussy ass mothafucka!" Ahmod spoke before walking to the bar and snorting a line. All I could do was stare at Mac's cold body, speechless before turning to Ahmod.

"Nigga, what the fuck!" I spat running up towards him and grabbing his shirt. "Fuck you do that for? You know what the fuck you just did?"

"Get off me nigga! I told niggas I was running shit now!"

He snatched away from my grasp and I placed both of my hands at the top of my head. I couldn't even think straight, the shit had my mind tripping.

"Ahmod, we needed that nigga! He was protection!"

"I got all I need, Khalil, pussy and powder!"

"We gotta fix this shit, cover it up."

"For what? I wanted to keep the nigga's head as a reminder."

I headed out of the apartment and hopped into my ride, I knew MarkB had connections.

"So you saying, the nigga just dumped Mac in his living room."

"Yea, that's why I need to get this shit straight."

"Aight, I got you. Just look out for me when I need it."

"Fasho, where yo people at?"

"I'm on it now, give me about an hour and get ya boy out of the apartment."

I dropped MarkB off at his post spot and headed back to Ahmod's crib to get him. It felt like I was carrying dead weight and I knew Ahmod was the cause. After all of the shit Ahmod got me out of, I knew I at least owed him loyalty, even if he pulled a crackhead move.

"Let's go nigga!"

"I gotta grab my jewels foo!" Ahmod spoke, easing through the house like two bodies weren't laying in it.

"Nigga, we ain't got time for that shit!"

I kept looking at the door to make sure no cops appeared.

"Aight, I got it. Let's go!"

Wiping my fingerprints from the doorknob with my shirt, I crept out of the apartment, unnoticed.

We made it to Ahmod's old house and Keyshia was standing behind the barred door with a smirk.

"What's up with the lights?" Ahmod asked, brushing past her and entering the house.

"The rain knocked them out, so we had to light candles."

I tried to ease past her but felt her hand grab at my dick while Ahmod had his back turned. Pulling her hand off, I pushed her back some and sat on the couch.

"Damn, some shit always fucked roun' here!" Ahmod spoke before heading to the back.

When he was out of sight, Keyshia's face grew a devilish grin as she jumped on top of me. "He's about to get in the shower, so let's fuck." She whispered, kissing my neck.

"Get yo ass off me!" I spoke pushing her back and fixing my shirt.

I heard the bathroom door close before the shower turned on and Keyshia smirked. "Told you!"

I shrugged my shoulders and cut my eyes in her direction. "That don't mean shit!"

"You know it does, Khalil. Stop acting like you don't want to." She began rubbing her nose along neck and reaching down into my sweats. "You never call or text me back. I'm good enough for you? I bet you call Niya."