In Love With a Thug✔️

Chapter 22

M A L I Q U E ' S > P O V

As I stared at a sleeping Imani, I wondered what her reaction would be when she woke up. Would she even remember? Would she blame me for her grieving?

I thought I had shot lil nigga dead. And not hearing anything about it for months is what told me that he was dead. I would have never guessed the nigga just moved. Or that he was my girl's first love.

Imani shared how deep into a depression she went to when her bestfriend and first love moved away. Now for her to know that I was indirectly the cause of her heartbreak, I didn't know how we would handle that. Or how I would handle this nigga now for a matter of fact.

I couldn't just kill the nigga. I mean, I definitely could, but with everything going on, Imani would guess that it was me and I don't think she would forgive me for something like that.

Jonah

He was a lil nigga back then, and now the nigga had bulked up. Clearly he didn't want to be bitched again. But he came to the right one. I ain't never gave a fuck how much bigger a nigga was than me. I was on whatever the other person was on.

And clearly, he wanted a fight last night.

~ flashback ~

"You the nigga who shot me." Jonah yelled, before I saw a fist come flying my way connecting to my jaw. He was a big nigga but I recovered quickly.

And there we were, fighting in the middle of the club like there was no tomorrow. Me and a couple of my niggas was out that night after a successful drop, I ain't even wanna be there, yet I was there, when I should've been home with my woman. Maybe then, we wouldn't have even been here now.

A crowd had formed, and they were watching me and this big ass nigga go toe to toe. Somehow, I slipped on a puddle, taking Jonah down with me and I just knew that he was about to get the best of me.

I received a couple of punches from him to the face before he was dragged away by what appeared to be a homeboy of mine. I hurried and got to my feet. Big ass nigga only got the best of me because I slipped.

"Imma see you lil nigga."

"You gone get yours mark ass nigga." He yelled back before he was being tossed out the club. My club pretty much. I stole a glance at Imani, who looked to be having a small argument with Jasmine. Before I could process anymore, Jasmine walked away, out of the club.

Watching Imani shake her head in disgust she waltzed a few feet to Adrianna and whispered something in her ear making Adrianna nod her head, grab her skinny friend, and strut out the club.

"What the fuck was that?" She practically screamed in my face once she got to me. I could tell by the way she walked, she was still drunk out her mind. Apparently not drunk enough to not have nothing to say.

"I don't know man." I shrugged and walked off with her following behind me.

"The hell you mean you don't know. You and Jonah in here fighting like y'all aint got no damn sense."

"Man that was yo boy." I argued as I opened the car door for her. And walked around to the passenger side. I wish she would stop talking.

"My boy? I've known Jonah my whole life, he ain't just going around here, hitting people for no damn reason."

"You ain't seen that nigga in years, how you know he still the same."

"Honestly this ain't got shit to do with him, but everything to do with you. I know you know what that was about. Shot him!?" I didn't say shit. I was hoping she didn't catch on to what he had said in the club. "OMG my head." She complained before she slumped her head onto the head rest.

"You giving yourself a headache, calm down." Within 3 minutes, she was sleep on the passenger's side and I shook my head. I didn't know how I was supposed to tell her about this shit in the morning.

Now it was the morning and I was dreading for Imani to wake up.

The truth was, after I had left Imani's momma house after "meeting" Jasmine and Jonah I knew who Jonah was. He looked too familiar, grown up, but still was able to recognize his face. I was pissed. Pissed that I didn't complete the damn job, pissed that the nigga I left for dead turned out to be the love of my lifes, first love.

That's why I never had too much to say to Jasmine. I didn't feel guilty looking her in eyes after shooting her brother its the fact, what the fuck do you say to a niggas sister who you shot. We ain't got shit to talk about. And I ain't have shit to say to Jonah either, which is why when he came his ass back I didn't finish the damn job.

It was years ago, I was over it. But clearly he wasn't. Can't say I blame him though.

Imani's movements brought me out of my thoughts, and in a second, her big brown eyes opened.

"Hey baby." She just looked at me. Touching her head, her face screamed pain and I handed her the water and Advil beside the bed. "What were you doing at the club last night?" I asked her. I never even got the chance to ask her what the hell she was doing at the club with that nigga.

"Me and the girls just decided to go out." She sat up on the bed and grabbed her phone. She clicked around on her phone for a second and put it up to her ear.

"I know you ain't bout to get on the phone like we ain't talking." I look at her like she's crazy.

"You should really go get your eye checked." She scoffed and I shook my head. Yeah Jonah got me good in the eye but I was straight. I saw the blood coming off his nose and lip as he got dragged away from me. She needa be checking on him.

"Jasmine... Are yall okay?" She looked at me with slits in her eyes and looked back down. I didn't know what Jasmine was saying but whatever it was, Imani didn't like it.

"Imma figure it out Jasmine, just tell Jonah I called to check in on him." I couldn't believe this shit. Never in my life had a female played me for such a fool.

"So you just calling to check on niggas in my face." Imani got out of bed and went into the bathroom, completely ignoring me. "Imani, I'm talking to you."

"Why were you at the club last night? And more importantly, why did you lie about it?"

"Cause I just do dumb shit. But that's not the question you really wanna ask me about huh."

"Malique-"

"Just go ahead and ask me. I won't lie." There would be no point in lying. And I ain't never been a nigga to live in regret. What happened, happened. And what didn't, didn't. So what I shot the nigga years ago. Who gone do some about it?

"I don't wanna talk about this." She brushed her teeth and washed her face. I wasn't really expecting that response.

She walked into our closet and changed her clothes. "Where you going?" I asked her.

"To check up on Jonah."

"You've got to be kidding me right now-" I wasn't even able to finish before Imani interrupted me.

"I really don't care what you think. I'm leaving and that's that. We have nothing to talk about right now."

"So your going to that nigga to talk to him before you talk to me."

"I mean he was the one that was shot." She scoffed at me and put her shoes on.

"Lil nigga ain't the only one who been shot out here. Niggas get shot everyday." I said, reminiscing on the time I had gotten shot.

"Well not my nigga." She mumbled and I was dumb founded for a second. The fuck she just say?

"The fuck you just say Imani."

"Look I gotta go. I'll see you." She walked to the front of the house ignoring my calls. Fuck she mean 'I'll see you' that shit indicates she won't be back tonight and I'd be damned if she stayed with Jonah.

"Stay out this house all night if you want to and yo shit will be on the porch." I threatened and she threw her hands up and continued out the door.