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I could see him trying to back up, but I wasn’t about to let up on his ass. He was dying tonight. I went to stomp again when he rolled out of the way. Quinton slowly lifted, diving into me and pushing me into the living room on the floor. “Oh, you want this work?” I gritted. “Bet!”

I shot up from the floor as he balled his fists waving them in the air, “Come on fuck nigga. I’ve been waiting on this smoke. You want to fight me over a bitch!” he barked.

“Fuck all that talking,” I rushed his ass lifting him, slamming his ass through my glass coffee table. Pound after pound.

“Kill him!”I heard Tuesday screaming.

She didn’t have to worry about it because this nigga was dying today. I hit that nigga for every time I had his back and didn’t need to. I hit his ass for lying to me about Sasha. I hit his ass for my baby I lost. I hit his ass for the body I caught. I waslosing count as I connected my fist with his face. I quickly pulled my gun from behind me and cocked that hoe back. I shoved the barrel of the gun in his mouth. All the anger and hurt in me, I pushed it further until it tickled his tonsils. “You betrayed me!” I shouted. “You a slimy ass nigga and what I saw you doing nigga is wild business.”

Bloaw!

My body flew backward, and the gun aimed into the air, sending a bullet whistling through the ceiling. Quinton had kicked me back. I cocked the gun again and aimed it at him as he hurried out of the living room.

Bloaw!

The bullet ricocheted off the wall and hit him somewhere.“Ah fuck!”I heard him scream before he disappeared through the door.

I got up rushing to the door as his ass disappeared into the night.“Fuck!”I shouted.

I knew he was going into hiding, and that was his best bet because I was going to kill him; there was no doubt about it. The thing about Quinton was that he had nowhere to go, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he resurfaced. This wasn’t our first fight, but it was the worst fight. Only this time, there was no forgiving him.

I turned to Tuesday, whose eyes were big, scared, and consumed with tears. “You ok? Did he—”

Her body shook. “No, but,” she paused as her eyes were on the foyer floor. “I’ve got to go.”

She tried moving past me, but I reached out and pulled her into my arms. “Pierre,no!” she screamed and pushed me off of her.

I didn’t understand why she was mad at me. I didn’t know any of this would happen. “Tuesday, I’m sorry. Baby—”

She wiped the loose running tears with the back of her hand. “I called you. I saw you. Had you been here, this wouldn’t have happened. Instead, you were hugging her. Pierre, lose my fucking number,” she spat as she tried walking past me again and I moved in front of her.

I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t want that feeling of another woman who had my heart to walk away from me. She had to give me a chance to explain, right? I didn’t even know what the fuck she was talking about. “You can’t leave a nigga Tuesday, you can’t.”

“Pierre, I saw you with Sasha!” she screamed.

I dropped my head because if she saw me, she would have taken whatever she saw out of context. “Tuesday, it wasn’t like that. Let me explain.”

“No! fuck no! I don’t want no parts of you or this fucked up place. Now get the fuck out of my way!” she screamed so loud the shit pierced my ears.

All I could do was nod and step aside. Tuesday didn’t even hesitate as she snatched her purse from the floor, rushed outside, and got in her car. We stared at each other for a brief second before she reversed quickly out of the driveway, taking my heart with her. A nigga scars were bleeding and I didn’t know if they would ever heal.