No Games

Two

Now I said I don't like confrontation but that's not to say I don't know when and how to pop the fuck off. And this wasteman putting his hands on me was definitely the last straw. I grabbed his hand, twisted his wrist, and bent it back as I turned around, hearing a satisfying pop. I didn't even look before bringing my leg up high and back down, digging the point of my heel into his foot.

That one made him big mad. Whether it was about his toe or his creased ass Jordan's, I don't know, but it still made me grin with satisfaction. Fuming he stepped towards me, but before I could even make another move, his face contorted in pain and he looked down. Following his gaze, I saw the blade of a HUGE knife protruding from his stomach and I stepped back quickly, bumping into Madi who whispered to me that it was all ok now.

Just as I was about to exclaim that it actually seemed very not ok considering Wasteman was now bleeding out in the middle of the dancefloor and everyone was slowly starting to notice the commotion, he fell to the side exposing the person who'd stabbed him.

I kid you not, my jaw hit the fucking floor. This man was absolutely gorgeous. No shorter than 6ft, a very buff built beautiful dark chocolate GOD stood in front of me, nostrils flared, chest heaving. His waves were so deep I was bout ready to drown in them, and his arms looked like they were gonna burst out of his tight-fitting white t-shirt. He bent down and ripped his knife out of man's back, wiping it off on the guy's already bloody coat and looked up at me.

He held my eyes for a second before looking behind me to Madi and nodding towards the door. "Come on," She took my arm and lead me out quickly, a stunned Emaani trailing behind us. Voices were starting to raise and we walked even faster in order to exit before people started pointing fingers. All four of us stepped outside and Afro Adonis piped up, "My car's right down there," just before we heard an "Oh shit! He's been stabbed."

"Move," he commanded sternly, and suddenly my feet had a mind of their own. We made it to his car quickly, which might I add was almost as sexy as him, and he opened the passenger door pointing for me to get in.

"Um...I don't do a lot of getting into stranger's cars. Especially not skeng man type strangers," I said defiantly crossing my arms.

"Well I guess I can just leave you let you explain our friend up there," he made his way over to the driver's side while the girls got in the back. Just like Emaani not to ask any questions, but Madi was being quite calm about all this. I mean I didn't actually know her, but she seemed more levelheaded than that. As if on que she decided to chime in. "Mal its calm, this is my brother. The one I was telling you about. Samir, Malaika, Malaika, Samir. Now low it and get in the car." I guess that was all the explanation I needed cause I was in that bitch lickety-split.

After a few minutes of silent driving, which seemed like hours to be honest, I heard soft snores coming from the backseat. When I looked in the rear view mirror, I caught a glimpse of a sleeping Emaani, and I saw a soft light signaling that Madi was on her phone. I took that time to look over and fully take in my Afro Adonis. I'd like to say that I was taking a respectful look, but to be honest I was ogling. Full on eye fucking, undressing with mis ojos, x-ray vision staring this man down. And, I know I said he was fine but I don't even think ya'll understand, like you know M'baku from Black Panther? Its like he had a baby...with God. I guess he felt me staring because he looked over and caught my eyes, a smirk forming on his face.

"You lost something babes?" He asked on a chuckle.

"No, but I might lose my life if you don't look back at the road." He full on laughed, and we stared each other for a few more seconds before he took my advice. "Maybe I just feel like I need to watch you, especially considering you just stabbed a man. And, it doesn't seem like you felt much remorse." I said it jokingly, but like...deadass. This man just committed a VIOLENT crime in front of a bunch of people, and nobody seemed to be tripping but me. That's not to say Wasteman didn't deserve it, but still. I was just gonna knock his balls about; Samir might have ended his life. "Well babes you don't have anything to worry about. I only fuck with you if you fuck with me. And, you fuck with my sister, you fuck with me. Simple." I saw his jaw tighten on the last part, and as scary as he was, he kind of made me feel safe.

"I guess that's fair, but you really came at man with the Rambo. I was just gonna box him up."

He laughed, "I saw that, made me a little scared myself. Shivering in mi britches and that."

"Yeah I'm pretty scary no cap. I won't hesitate to run hands." I said flipping my hair and checking out my nails.

That earned another laugh, and just then I decided I really liked his laugh. It, like his voice, was deep. It sounded like it came from deep in his chest and not to be a bitch, but it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Now I know what you're thinking, you met this man what, twenty minutes ago, and he's already stabbed someone and essentially kidnapped you (I don't remember telling him my address so I really don't know how he knows where he's going), and here you are in full on simp mode. And, to that I say...um chile anyways.

He turned down a street, and I could tell we were getting closer to my place which again, have no idea how he knew where to go. Madi leaned in from the back and grabbed the aux. "Glad to see you two getting on," she smirked before leaning back and starting the music. "No Games" by Serani came on over the speakers and I couldn't help but sing along. What can I say, it's the yaadie in me. Samir looked over at me and I pretended not to notice, continuing to sing and dance along to the music. Madi joined me, and every now and then I heard a deep baritone at the chorus parts which made me smile.

We pulled up outside a building a few blocks away from mine and Madi started to get out. It clicked that he didn't know where I lived after all and was instead taking her home first. I thought that was kind of interesting considering my apartment could have been really far from her's and he would have had to drive out of his way. Before she got out, I made sure to get her number, and we watched as she retreated up the steps and disappeared inside. "Does she live with you?" He asked throwing a glance back at Emaani who was still slumped over in the back. I sighed and nodded, "Sadly so, we just live a few blocks away."

"Well that's a shame." He said driving off in the direction I had pointed him in.

"Why is that?"

He shrugged. "Thought we'd have more time is all."

"Awww...he think I'm cuuute he wanna have seeex," I sing songed.

"You're laughing but I'm not," he said looking over at me. Suddenly I was hotter than a sinner in church, his deep voice and serious tone leaving me feeling very flustered. The thing about me is I talk a big game, but when it comes down to it, I'm really not bout that action, and I think he could tell from my silence because the sick bastard laughed. I rolled my eyes and sunk down in my seat which only made him laugh more.

"Shut up," I mumbled crossing my legs. Damn it even his laugh made a bitch horny. He reached over and put his hand on my thigh. "Is that really what you want?" He asked; any signs of laughter now smothered in heat. I looked over at him and responded "And, what if I do?" in a voice that didn't sound like my own.  His eyes still trained on the road, he squeezed my thigh gently. "Well then I guess you'll just have to make me."

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Howdy ya'll!

Welcome to chapter twooo I really hope you like it <3