Before I got the chance to move down Moni traces the top of my shorts letting me know what she wants. I lift my body up breaking the kiss as I pull my shorts down letting my dick out.
"Oh my god," Harmony says. I look at her and follow her wide eye...
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Dewayne Pov
"Wannabe? Oh, you talkin' gangsta now? Comin' out yo neck like you really bout it. Nigga please. You stay sendin' yo lil hitters to do the shit you scared to handle. You ain't no boss. You a whole pussy. My n***as still breathin' and yours? Can't shoot straight to save they life. I run real killers, real ones. You? You just run yo mouth. Now do us both a favor—stay the fuck away from my girl. Deadass."
I hang up the phone before he can spit back another word. Toss that shit on the bed and crack my knuckles. Rico already steppin' to me, we tryna plot what's next.
But before we get two words out—
"Dewayne!"
Aisha's voice damn near snatches the soul outta me.
I turn and my heart drops. Harmony slumped in her arms, gaspin', shakin', like her whole body's short-circuitin'. I don't think—I just move.
I'm on the bed in two steps, pullin' her into me fast. Her skin clammy, her lips trembling, and her eyes... damn. Them green eyes got no life in 'em right now.
"Moni," I say, cuppin' her face with both hands. She look like she trapped inside herself.
Nah. Fuck that.
"Harmony!" I raise my voice, givin' her cheeks a lil tap. Not to hurt, just to bring her back.
Shit feel too familiar. Just like my moms back in the day—eyes wide, chest heaving, like she tryna catch breath that ain't there. Same look she gave me before cancer took her ass outta here. And now Harmony? In my arms like this?
I feel a tear try to push through. I bite it back.
"Baby... baby breathe. Breathe for me, aight? I'm right here. I got you."
Nothin'.
"Come on, ma. You got this. In, out. Just breathe," I whisper now, pressin' my forehead to hers. I rock her side to side, tryna slow her down.
She gaspin' like she underwater. Her chest jumpin'. Her hands stiff. Her eyes start rollin' back.
"Harmony!" I yell as her eyes flutter and she slumps forward.
"She just fainted. She gon' be good," Rico says, but his voice feel far away.
"Yeah, let's get her under the blankets," Aisha sniffles, already movin' fast.
⚫️
It's been two hours. She still out cold. I'm out on the patio with Rico, stressin'. Eyes locked on the door. Aisha sittin' bedside, holdin' her down for me.
I'm on my third blunt. Still feel like I ain't high enough to calm the rage bubblin' up in my chest.
"My peoples say that nigga leadin' the MLD now," Rico says, puffin'.
