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I was sitting here in deep thought when Lucas dropped his phone in my lap. “You seen this?”
Grabbing it up I watched the collage of pictures that somebody had posted on the internet. Turning my face up I nodded my head. I knew I had my own shit going on but clearly so did Nariah.“When this was?”
“Last weekend.”
“Wasn’t she in Vegas with Juju last weekend.” I said to no one in particular. Juju and I spoke several times while he was away with Nariah. His lil ass called me after everything they did bragging ‘bout how much fun him and his mama was having. He was all smiles, so I sat there every time he called and listened.
“Yep.” Byron confirmed. “Lox ain’t say shit ‘bout this though.”
“Y’all know that nigga gon’ have Nari back.” Lucas chuckled. “I ain’t tryna start nothing Juice but I had been peeped the way that nigga Flocco used to look at Nari.”
“Fuck is you tryna say?” I asked and tossed him back his phone. “Nigga was kicking it with me like we was cool and whole time he was tryna get at my girl on the low?”
Tito popped around the corner with a look of confusion plastered across his face. “Wait…What the fuck is going on?”
“Shit judging by them pics Nari and Flocco call they self fucking off.” I grabbed my phone off the table and dialed Nariah. Holding the phone up to my ear I listened to it ring before her sweet voice came booming through the receiver, the call had gone to the voicemail.
I was getting ready to shoot her a text and tell her to hit me back when Lucas said some shit that had me hopping off the couch. “Nari freaked out.”
Grabbing that nigga by the collar I snatched his ass up off the couch. “Nigga we bros and all but don’t ever let me hear you say shit ‘bout Nariah like that. Fuck yo personal opinions and how you may feel that’s still yo nephew’s mama.”
“I ain’t mean no harm Juice.” He held his hands up.
Coming to my senses I let him go and paced the living room floor. “My bad G. I know you ain’t mean it like that. My anger was misdirected. Regardless of her not fucking with them like that Byron and Lucas loved Nariah like she was their blood.
She running ‘round here not talking to them ‘cause she think they was holding my secrets and whole time they ass stayed out of it ‘cause they weren’t trying to break the family up. “Flocco gotta know I’mma see him.”
“And you not!” Tito interjected. “Whether you like it or not Nariah is free to date whoever she wants to date. Is it fucked up for her to be kicking it with him.” He pointed at the phone. “Yeah, it is. This all part of the game Juice. You violated and Nariah doing her now. You can feel how you want but don’t go creating no beef behind no pussy.”
“Yeah aight.” I snorted. “I’mma holla at you niggas later.” Ambling out of the living room I went into the garage and hopped in my truck. I ain’t give a fuck what Tito said, that niggaFlocco had to see me. I was gon’ beat that nigga ass the minute I laid eyes on him, and I put that shit on Juju.
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Leaning up in my seat I peered out of the front window. I left the crib earlier without a destination in mind. I really was trying to calm myself down before I did some shit that was gone land my ass back in jail. No matter what I told myself the only way I could erase this hurt feeling was by wrecking some shit.
I had been calling Nariah ass since before I left home, and she still hadn’t picked up the phone, so I decided to pay her a visit. I knew she was in town cause Juju had sent me pictures earlier of the shoes she had bought him. When I made it to her condo, she wasn’t there, and I was getting ready to leave when a thought popped into my head. Something was telling my ass to camp out in the parking lot and I’m glad I did. A black Maserati had pulled in front of the building.
I watched some nigga get out of his car and walk around to the passenger side, when the door opened Nariah stepped out. Whoever the nigga was had a hood pulled over his head so I couldn’t quite make out his face.
Reaching in my middle console I pulled my pistol out and sat it in my lap. How the next few seconds played out was solely on Nariah. The two of them was standing at the car talking. I mean the muthafucka was all smiles and shit. The way she was giggling and dropping her head I could tell she was feeling this nigga. Nariah fucked up when she pulled the hood down, I caught a good glimpse of him, and I swear fo’ God all I saw after that was red.
Sliding out of the car I shut the door and cocked my pistol. With it resting at my side I walked toward the two of them. Theyass was so enthralled in their conversation that neither noticed me approaching.
“Touch her again and yo ass won’t be able to dribble another fucking ball.” I threatened.
“Julius!” Nariah gasped. “Are you fucking serious?”
“As a muthafucka.” Inching closer to them I stood with my legs gaped apart and my arms crossed in front of me. I wanted that nigga to see how serious I was. If we was anywhere but in front of her crib I would’ve shot that nigga dead.
“What’s up Juice?” He had the nerve to ask and lean back on his car like my presence didn’t bother him.
Before tonight I fucked with the nigga. Dip Pearce was the shooting guard for the Hawks. Just like myself the nigga was Atlanta born and bred. We had seen each other many times in passing and it was all love. Now that the nigga called himself checking for Nari, he was officially an opp.
“Nigga we not cool. You in unchartered territory Pearce. I suggest youdipif you tryna make it out on the court for your next game. All pun intended.”
“These rapping niggas.” He chuckled under his breath. “Nariah baby I’mma holla at you. Unlike yo fuck ass baby daddy I actually got some shit to lose.”
“Fuck you say my nigga.” I pressed. Before I could get in the nigga face Nariah was stepping between the two of us.