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Chapter SEVENTEEN - Trouble Attracts

Chapter SEVENTEEN

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Andre

"You miss me baby?" Taylor smiled over at me as she continued to hold a gun to Aliyah's head as the bitch nigga held one to mine as well. During all of this that was going down, I wasn't scared one bit. My father had always told me, no matter how scared you are, never act on it. Niggas take fear as an advantage and that's usually how you end up dead in the long run. I wasn't trying to die tonight and I wasn't trying to have my wifey killed either. This shit seems to never fail with me, I guess I attract trouble.

"Fuck you, and stop that baby shit" I spat and the but of the gun collided with my head by Quan, the bitch ass nigga. I'm sure that strike left a scar there on the back of my head. I wasn't fazed by the hit at all, I could take a lick, but Aliyah was scared by the way she screamed. I looked over at her as she stared back at me with nothing but concern and fear on her face. I cursed myself and was taking full blame, because I'd gotten her in another mess, that I wasn't sure I could fix. I wanted her to calm down and just breathe to start with. I would get us out of this, alive, I hope.

"Nigga, you thought I forgot, huh? Well, I didn't." Quan grinned from ear to ear as he held the gun proudly in his arms. The smile on his face instantly confirmed my thoughts of him being a little bitch. This nigga was holding a grudge from an ass whopping that happened damn near a year ago.

"Nah, you just confirmed my thoughts. You a little bitch nigga like I thought you were from day 1. Holding grudges because you couldn't be a man about your shit. You was a coward for putting your hand on a female in the first place, let alone my female. You couldn't have her and I could, so you got mad. That's some pussy shit, don't you think?" I asked and that only got me another slap to the face by the gun once again. I didn't care, the nigga needed the know. I shook it off as we remained in the bed. I was only in basketball shorts and Aliyah was completely naked under the covers. This shit just had to happen after some bomb ass sex, huh?

"Nigga, I'd choose my words wisely. You pulled that shit then, but its my time now homeboy. Get the fuck up and put some shit on, now. One false move and both of y'all dead on spot, now move." Quan said as him and Taylor both moved and stood over by the door of our bedroom. I couldn't believe I'd actually fucked with this crazy bitch in high school. Looks can definitely be deceiving, because Taylor didn't look like a fucking nut, but she was exactly that.

 I got up from under the covers of the bed and slipped on some black jogging pants. I pulled a black t-shirt over my head before passing Aliyah a red t-shirt of mine and a pair of her grey skinny jeans. I stood in front of her as she got dressed, so that this nigga didn't get a peep show. My back was to them as I faced her and I just stared down at her.She looked scared and nervous, and that's what I didn't want. I held up my wrist and grabbed hers as a silent way to tell her I loved her and that we'd get through this. How the hell this shit happened was beyond me, but it did happen.

I kissed her on her lips quickly and a loud shot rang out through the room causing Aliyah to scream and hold onto me life her life depended on it, and right now it really did. I turned around slowly to see Taylor holding out a smoking gun that was pointed just above our heads. This bitch was reckless, but she knew what not to do. "No time for all of the lovey dovey shit babe, the bitch is going to die sooner than later." she smiled in our direction.

"Watch ya mouth and stop bringing up nonexistent shit." I said firmly and pulled on my black timberland boots,while Aliyah slipped into her silver UGG boots. She grabbed one of my Nike hoodies and I did the same before pulling it over my head. I didn't know where we were going, but at least we'd be warm outside. I couldn't have Aliyah getting sick.