sinfully in love | blueface | completed

anywhere away from trey

Meechie pov

Trey quietly put the blunt to his lips, inhaling slowly, before exhaling the smoke just as slow.

After I the kids to sleep, Trey decided to stay and smoke with me, not wanting to go home yet.

I knew he was just tryna decide what to do, but Chloe had to die and that's all there was to it.

I was giving him the time to think about that since it was his baby mama and shit, but the decision was made when she opened her fucking mouth.

"I might just ask her to leave Meech." He said while looking at the ground.

He claim he don't love her, claim he don't give a fuck about her, yet he want her to leave instead of killing her? It don't make sense to me.

"You feel some typa way about doing it?" I asked, "I gotchu. I'll drug her or some so she won't even feel it."

I actually was lying. I wanted her to feel everything for sending Ava to jail.

"That's my son mama. Of course I'ma feel some typa way about killing her."

"Well that's too bad bro. It ain't like it's just for none."

He shook his head, "How you'll feel if it was Ava? You just gone off her without thinking about it?"

"Ava ain't no fuckin' snitch." I replied getting mad, "She ain't even have no reason to say nothin'. She the one went to them folks ready to run her fuckin' mouth."

Ian understand what was so hard to understand about that. It ain't matter if that was his baby mama or not, Chloe knew what typa nigga I was and she knew if I ever found out, she was dead.

So now she finna run me her life.

"Like I said," He started in the same tone as me, "I'ma just ask her to leave."

"Nah."

"You gave Ava mama a pass didn't it? The fuck make you think you can tell me what to do anyway bro?"

Yeah I gave Ava mama a pass and her ass still popped back up starting shit. That was a bad example 'cause it just proved my point that passes shouldn't be given out.

He was finna piss me off anyway. How you caping for a snitching ass hoe who don't do shit but bring you problems?

"You worried 'bout what I got going and shit." He continued, "Worry about Lana and I'll handle this."

"What you got going? Nigga Ava my business what the fuck is you saying?"

This the second time he came at me crazy and I'm starting to get tired of his shit.

"Shid ain't nobody tell her to kill that damn girl."

"Ain't nobody tell your big mouth ass baby mama to say none either."

He stood up, dropping the blunt, "Ian finna listen to this shit man."

"Start planning her funeral." I yelled over my shoulder, "Her tombstone can say 'Ian know how to shut the fuck up so I'm dead now'"

He continued into the house, while I looked to see if the blunt went out.

• • •

I watched as Lana and Zeke flirted behind the bar while I pretended to be looking at the dancers.

She must've been a different kind of pregnant since she was taking shots like it wasn't shit.

This whole situation wasn't nothing but the devil.