Page 11 of He Thugged Me First

“Nah. He’s in his feelings because Justice proposed to Mecca and she said yeah,” Mazz said, causing me to look up at him.

When I saw the serious expression, I instantly got pissed.

How the fuck dare she think she gonna marry this nigga?

She definitely had the game fucked up now.

I stood up and stormed out of the bar without another word.

I heard Quari and Mazz calling my name, but I definitely had some shit to handle.

Mecca had to have bumped her big ass head or something because I wasn’t going.

Usually the ride to her place from the bar was thirty minutes, but I made it in fifteen minutes.

I ran more red lights and stop signs than anything.

My blood was boiling. When I reached her door, I banged on it until she opened it.

When she opened the door, she had a mug like I was bothering her.

I didn’t give a fuck if I was. She was fucking my life up.

I barged in and stood in front of her sofa, waiting for her to close the door.

When she closed it, she turned around and rested her back against it with a blank expression. She had her arms folded, so I couldn’t see if she was wearing that nigga’s ring or not. For her sake, she better not have been.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked.

“No, what the fuck is wrong with you? You think you’re about to leave me alone?”

She studied me for a minute before pursing her lips. “What the hell are you talking about? You sound crazy.”

“Nah, fuck that! What’s crazy is you think you about to leave me in the dust for some wack ass nigga?—”

She shook her head. “Is this about the mall earlier?” She genuinely looked confused, and that pissed me off even more. She was tryna play me for a fucking fool.

“Nah. This about the fact that you said yes to that weak ass nigga when he proposed to you! What the fuck, Mecca?” I was feeling shit I hadn’t felt since my moms up and left town. I felt like Mecca was trying to abandon me.

“Marry who?”

“Don’t fucking play dumb! You told that nigga yes!” I yelled. It felt like the air in my lungs was trapped as I clutched my chest.

“Calm the fuck down before you give yourself a heart attack! I didn’t tell anyone yes because no one proposed. Who told you that?”

As if she had lifted a weight off my shoulder and put air into my lungs, my bitch ass gasped. “Mazz said that?—”

She shook her head and giggled.

“I’mma kill that nigga, on my mama.” I shook my head. I couldn’t even laugh or none of that because I felt like my worst nightmare had come true. A nigga was willing to love my bitch.

“Look, I—” She started, but I walked up on her and grabbed her neck.

“I was ready to come in here and do a murder suicide. Both of our asses were dead.” I shook my head before I pecked her lips and looked at them then her before I uttered the words that I had always wanted to say, but they always got trapped until now. “I love you, Mecca.”

She looked up at me, shocked that I had even said it. “Nigga, no you don’t.” She had her lips scrounge up.

“Oh, yes the fuck I do.” I allowed my hand to cascade down her face before I pressed my lips against hers.

QUARI

“Now why the fuck you do that?” I glanced over at Mazz who was still laughing at the fact that he had sent Kasair off.

He shook his head. “Nigga had to either shit or get off the pot.”

I had to laugh at myself because Kasair stormed out of here like he was finna go blow some shit down. “So you just gonna force the nigga to get his shit together?”

“Nah. He needed to think about the idea of her not always being there. I gave him that visual.” Mazz shrugged.

I shook my head and stood from my seat. “I got some shit to handle with a fat nigga about a court hearing.”

Mazz glanced at me for a while before he nodded.

“Be easy,” he responded after a while. That was his way of asking me to be safe and not get myself killed.

I definitely wouldn’t, and this job was on the easy side.

I just needed to take care of the witness in a case.

The nigga was a snitch and had been put up by the feds.

Primal had hit me up and asked me to handle it.

I swear he was one of the people who called me the most. My nigga always had problems. Nothing was ever smooth sailing in his camp for too long.

Once I left Mazz, I stopped by my spot and grabbed all that I needed before I headed to the spot I had to post up at.

It didn’t take me long before I was pulling up to the abandoned building that I had scoped out a few days ago.

Low key, I was thinking about buying this space later.

I had already discussed it with Love. She always claimed that what I did with my money was my business, but she damn sure didn’t have a problem lecturing me for making luxury purchases for her.

She was like that though. She even got pissed at me when I paid all her school expenses.

She didn’t ask me to, but I knew she still had shit that had to be handled outside of her scholarship and I didn’t mind handling it.

When I stepped out on the roof, I looked around at everything around me before closing my eyes to bask.

It was pitch black out here, so I knew for a fact no one could see me.

I did wanna make this shit quick though, because I was trying to get home to Love.

She had been on her little emotional thing lately.

She worried more and called more. Like right now, I knew for a fact that she was calling me, but I had turned my phone off and left it five blocks away in my car.

It was a dummy move to take anything that could identify you to the scene.

For instance, after I finished this job, I had about thirty seconds to get off this roof.

Within that thirty seconds, I couldn’t leave a casing or anything that could be traced.

Why would I bring my phone when all the pigs would have to do is check the device that was in this area at the timing of the shooting?

Most niggas didn’t peep that, so when they handled shit like this, they did the dummy and took their phones with them and caught their damn selves.

I watched too many of them shows and did too much research to catch myself and do the pigs’ jobs for them.

Once I found the space with the best vantage point, I set my gun up and looked through the scope.

A smile graced my face; this shit was about to be easier than I thought.

Seconds later, I had the gun aimed at his forehead.

Without even a second thought, I pulled the trigger and watched him drop.

Everything after that happened fast. Before I knew it, I was walking toward the bridge meters from my truck.

I stood there for a moment admiring the view before I dropped the rifle case into the water.

The moment it impacted the water, I walked over and hopped into my truck.

I had got in right on time, because my phone was definitely ringing off the hook.

When I saw her name, I laughed before answering the request to FaceTime. “Yeah, Love.”

“Don’t ‘yeah Love’ me.” She mugged me.

“You know I was handling something so?—”

“No. You didn’t tell me that. You left this morning being all vague and you haven’t even checked in.” She was pouting now.

“I’m sorry, baby. You want me to stop and get you some cookies or something?

” I asked. I knew when to wave the white flag, and right now was that time.

I didn’t even feel like going home and arguing with her.

She was gonna win anyways because I wanted some pussy, and I was saying whatever to get that and keep the peace.

“Yes. Insomnia cookies please, and I want the sal?—”

“Two salted caramels and one chocolate chip.” I reminded her that I knew her order. How could I forget it? I mean, literally, this was damn near a weekly trip.