Page 33 of For the Love of City

CITY

PORSHA’S ASS KNEW she had me fucked up.

I was trying to surprise her ass but she wasn’t even at the house. Then she had the audacity to not be answering her damn phone. So I did what any normal man would do and I tracked her shit to see she was at that bougie ass restaurant. Imagine my surprise when I pull up and she with another man.

I knew she wasn’t on no bullshit but I couldn’t help but get irritated. This shit with the Laws was pissing me off and having me miss out on the time with my baby was an even bigger reason for me to make sure they died slow.

I’d made it home, showered and threw on some ball shorts to wait for Porsha to get here.

She only had about thirty more minutes to walk through the door before I was about to hop back in my car and get her ass.

For now, I was sitting on the deep chocolate sofa that Porsha had picked out.

Nearly everything in my place had her touch on it, which is why when she called this place home, I knew it was how she viewed it.

I took a pull from my blunt as I thought back to a few months ago.

I hoped that Porsha’s pretty ass was going to walk up in here as tipsy as she had back then.

She had me pick her up from a bar after warning me that somebody was fucking with Yzzy.

Since I was cool with Samp the first thing I did was let him know where I was headed.

He understood that I was closer and said he would wait up for us to drop her off.

Her home girl had to check her on how it was clear to her that I had feelings for her, but somehow it came as a shock to Pretty. Even the first way I told her I love her was wild as hell.

“P, don’t make me pull this car over and fuck you on the side of the road until you have some gotdamn sense.” I’d gotten up outta my bed the second she said that she needed me. There was no way she’d said she needed me and I wasn’t going to be right there.

She’d sat back like the spoiled baby she was and grinned. “I’m sorry. Was that supposed to sound like a punishment? Because what I’m hearing is I need to question your ass far more often if that’s the consequences.”

I could only laugh at her because with how we got down I couldn’t blame her for speaking up the way she was. “Fine, I’ll just withhold my dick and make you walk home.”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at my profile, trying to intimidate me. “Oh, that will get you shot.”

“What you trying to ask me, Porsha, for real?”

She gasped dramatic as fuck and had me glancing around at what could be wrong. “First name?! Not P, not Pretty, not Pretty P. My damn name, Corey? Damn you must be mad at me.” Her voice kept getting higher and I knew she was going to cry if she kept on.

“Not mad. I’m trying to figure out what the fuck you on.”

“What you mean what the fuck I’m on?”

I looked at her letting her see how frustrated she was making me and even with the liquor in her system she had the good sense to look contrite. “Ask me what you want to ask me, P. You act like it ain’t the middle of the damn night.”

“Right and you got out of bed.” She said that shit like it was a probing statement instead of a definitive one and I really thought about putting her ass out my shit.

“You asked me to!”

“It’s just that simple.” Again, probing instead of definitive.

“Yeah.”

“‘Cause I’m Lyric’s friend?”

Now we got to what this was about. This hesitation for her to be upfront about what she wanted so she tried to downplay it all.

“Cause I’m your gotdamn man. Because I fucking love you, Porsha.”

I spoke harshly but I was also dead ass. The emotions that flickered over her face ranged from shock to awe to disbelief back to shock.

“The fuck? So you weren’t just saying that?” Her eyes were wide and her brows were damn near gone under her hairline. She was still wearing that tight ass cowgirl shit I couldn’t wait to peel off of her. But the first thing I needed to do was reassure her that she should never doubt my word.

“Why would I just be saying anything? Do you know how old I am? I ain’t just saying shit to anybody.

Especially not someone I already got the pussy.

Because that’s what you’re getting at. You think that access to your body is your payment for my concern for you but it’s not.

The access to your heart is. Your allowing me into your heart is.

And honestly, even if I didn’t have your heart I would still give a fuck about you because of the person that you are.

You think that if this shit with us didn’t work out that I would just wipe my hands of you, Porsha?

Where this nigga at so I can go fuck his ass up for how he got you thinking for real? ”

I knew about the last muthafucka she’d let call himself her man and he was on my list of people to fuck up. But I wasn’t doing shit with her past until she agreed I was her future.

“I…I just thought after the last time that we talked that you weren’t on that type of time.” Her voice was tight with emotion and even in the dark I could see her wiping her face.

I reached over and put my hand on her knee. “Yeah, I’m not pressing you for shit. But what else did I say?”

“You said a lot of shit, City, narrow it down.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, since she was being sarcastic even as she was crying.

“Smart ass. I told your ass that we know what we are. And now so does your home girl. And since none of y’all can keep a damn thing from the other I’m sure the phone tree has been activated.

Then the one person you didn’t want to know about us is gonna be mad that she didn’t know about it from jump. ”

She groaned, like the idea of that was stressing her out. “We are all way too close.”

“And you love that shit. You see how your girl took the revelation in stride? That’s exactly how Lyrie will take it.”

She cut her eyes at me like I was pushing it and maybe I was. But I knew Lyric loved Porsha and me loving her too wouldn’t be a problem. “You’re assuming.”

I huffed a laugh and shook my head confidently. “I know my youngin. The worse she will do is be mad we ain’t tell her spoiled ass sooner. But, aye, that lil Indian muthafucka—”

“He’s Iranian—”

My brows dipped harshly at the way I saw him pressing Yz until he saw that she had me looking out for her. And even then, his ass thought he could finesse her into going somewhere with him. Shady bitch.

“I couldn’t give two fucks what he is. He’s a problem and he liked being one. I know the people he’s out here representing and it ain’t a good look.”

“Somebody you do business with or somebody you do business with?”

“The latter. Him being out here on some creep shit gone have a whole investigation launched on him.”

“Cause you’re going to see to it, right?” She smirked like she was proud and I was glad she knew I was gone handle shit before it got too far. I’m sure Sampson’s ass was handing Yzzy her get right as we drove home.

“Fucking right. I don’t like that shit. The way he was looking at y’all? Nah. I know a gimme a hug ass nigga when I see one. How many times Yz had to tell that nigga to back up before I got there?”

Porsha didn’t bother lying because she couldn’t stand his ass either. “She was shooting his ass down all day. Shit, more than that, honestly.”

“And yet he still followed y’all to a bar in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, let me go ahead and make that call.”

“Make a call? Nigga, who are you?”

I took my eyes off the road to stare at her as I said flat as hell, “I’m Batman.”

She hollered laughing as I kept heading back toward my townhouse because she ain’t need to know shit until she needed to know shit.

“Nobody would believe this dry ass nerd sense of humor you have.”

“Yeah well it ain’t for everybody. It’s reserved only for the people I love.”

“I guess I should feel honored.”

“Yeah, you should and you should gotdamn well say that shit back, Porsha. Got me pouring out my fucking feelings again and you’re all ‘Oh, I guess I should feel honored’. The fuck? Gone have my pressure high.”

I was irritated as hell, and she was sitting in the passenger seat cracking up.

“I love you too.”

And just like the weak ass nigga she made me, my overgrown ass was cheesing after she said that. Blood pressure normalized and irritation gone away.

“See how hard was that?”

“You know what would be even better?”

“Some dick. We finna pull up and make that happen but first I gotta make that call, P. He’s in town bringing heat to them, which ain’t good for anyone. And since it involves Yzzy you know Jacoby’s big, built ass is gonna want to know.”

“Crazy how friendly you are with them.”

“He about to be my best friend in law.”

She rolled her eyes with her hand on the door handle as I pulled into the garage. “Wild behavior.”

“Y’all got us around each other all the time and then y’all wondering why we close. What we supposed to wait on y’all be fore we all hang out?”

“Who’d have thunk it.”

“Yeah, so now that you turned me into this soft ass happy nigga that’s making friends and not slanging drugs, think you can leave me if you want.”

“City.”

“Porsha, I’m dead ass. You think you leaving? I’d find that nigga, kill him while you watch just so you know there ain’t no shaking me baby.”

“If I didn’t think that shit was so sexy I’d have to call the police on you.”

“You twisted as shit for that, P. But carry your ass in the house so I can handle this real fast.”

I’d called Yacouba so he could let Xerxes know his people was out here moving foul.

He was doing far too much that would bring heat on The Cannon family, which would in turn have all of them under the microscope.

Yacouba had no issue with passing on the message and I knew that something had gone down because Porsha said buddy wasn’t around Yzzy again.

I’m sure his ass was in a ditch or a vat of acid somewhere.