Just Love Society

Chapter 38

~ Paz POV ~

There's no fucking way. I'm so fucking sure of it. Hell no. I stand there frozen. It's like time has just stopped. How in the hell could this even be remotely possible?

My mind drifts back to when I thought I had killed him. To when I almost lost my other fucking half.

🕜 Back in Time 🕦

"Fuck!" Everything was moving so fast. Bullets were flying. I remember. My world was spinning. I heard people screaming. I was gone.

In a different universe. Why did that shit keep happening to me? Why? I just didn't get it.

Everyone gets taken away from me. At one point or another. This shit was going to stop.

"Paz, please. Y-you know me! Just let me go, please!" This pathetic bitch made nigga.

I walked up his bloody body that was tied up to the chair.

"Nigga shut the fuck up!" I screamed in his face.

He looked at me.

"That Asian bwoy got you going crazy huh? It was gonna be me and you Paz!"

"Shut the fuck up Christian!" I was losing my mind. I was unravelling.

At the seams. The only man I've truly loved was probably gone.

Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson. Probably gone for the rest of my damn life. I wanted to kill Christian. I walked up to him and pistol whipped him until my hand couldn't take it. He was unrecognizable. I smiled at him.

"You wanna fuck around and bring my mans into this shit? Pussy." I spit in his face.

I felt a hand at my hip.

"I think you should take a break, we got it from here on out." Tinashe said to me.

The look I was giving her probably made her back up.

"I just wanna fuck him up real quick." She said while pulling out a blade. Christian's eyes widened. I smirked.

"Go ahead." I said. Tinashae did her thing. About 17 cuts later Christian was coming in and out of consciousness. I smacked him and he snapped fully awake.

"You know Christian, I liked you. I don't know what the fuck happened to you. You were a snake since day one. We got all your money and jewelry by the way. But, yeah. This is where I kill you. Did you really think that you could try to kill my boyfriend and I would let you go? Shit don't work like that homie. Bye-bye." I poured gasoline over him and threw the bucket at his face.

I lit up a blunt and took a few pulls. After I was just buzzed, I threw the blunt on the ground.

The basement was quickly starting to engulf in flames. I was happy as fuck. People need to stop fucking with me and mine.

Christian had to learn that first. Oh well. I turned toward the door and walked out of the house. This nigga gone for good.

🕜 Present Time Again 🕥

"Christian?!" I instantly get mad.

I finish reliving what he's put us through. The pain. Fuck him.

Tears start rolling down my face and Michael lowers my hand. Shaking, I wipe my tears away. I don't fucking cry.

What is this shit? I don't know what's happening to me, but the thought of almost losing Michael sickens me.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I scream at him. I have my gun inches from his face ready to kill him. Again.