INFATUATED| NBA YOUNGBOY

Chapter 21: speak up

NBA YOUNGBOY POV

"Walk a li' more, bae" I told Alexis, guiding her to my bedroom which was full of hella shit she liked.

"Kentrell, I told you ion like surprises" she said, holding my hands over her eyes.

"So? You gone like this one doe" I told her.

We were now in the room. "Open em".

She opened her eyes and held her hand over her mouth. I had got some balloons that spelled out Alexis and hung them over the bed. I had bought her some Gucci shoes, a Ferragamo Belt, and a slew of otha' shit.

"Oh my god. I don't even know what to say. Ain't nobody ever did this for me. Thank you" she turned around and hugged and kissed me.

"You deserve it fashoo. I had to make this shit extra special for you cus I owe you one" I told her, holding her by her waist.

I also had a secret I was keeping. I had been staying in contact with Blasian. She was there for me when Alexis wasn't even tho she lied and tried to pin a baby on me. Ian saying what I was doing was right and I shouldn't be keeping this from ha but you can't just shut me out and expect me to wait on you forever.

Ion know when ima tell ha. Right now ain't a good time. I ain't wanna ruin her birthday or nun.

That guilt was eating me up doe. Lying always been a big ass turn off of mine and Ian wanna be a hypocrite.

"Can I ask you sum?" She asked. My heart started racing.

"Wassuh?" I asked, nervously.

"When you killed Joe, how'd you feel after? Like you wasn't scared or nun?" She asked. Fuck. she can't be doing that.

"Scared? Na. Ion get scared. I done caught a few bodies befo' so this wasn't nun major" I told her.

She nodded her head. Lowkey, I think I scared her. My intention wasn't neva to kill him but you not finna pull out yo heat and threaten to shoot and expect me not to act onnat shit. My blood dont pump pussy.

As Alexis was opening her gifts, I got a text message. It was Blasian.

225-300-8901: Send me $100 or ima tell yo lil gf what it really is duck ass nigga

I looked at my phone confused as a bitch. Tf typa shit is this? Ion get blackmailed.

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Alexis POV

As I opened my last gift, I heard Kentrell's phone go off. He smacked his lips.

"Who is that?" I asked, standing up.

"Unknown number. They tryna finesse a nigga" he said, running his hands down his face.

He started texting. I just went down the stairs to chill in the living room cus he was getting irritated and once he's irritated, any little thing gone set him off and ion got time to hear his mouth.