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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. They ass 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 you dip if 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.

Without taking her eyes off me she told him. “Dip I’ll call you later.”

“You make sure you do that.”

“Don’t wait up on that call my nigga. It ain’t happening in this fucking lifetime.”

The nigga had the nerve to wink at me before pushing away from his car.

Nariah kept her hand planted on my chest until the nigga was able to get in his car.

When he shut his door, she pushed me back.

“You a stupid ass nigga. What if somebody saw that shit and called the fucking police. Are you trying to go to jail?”

“Nawl but clearly you tryna send my ass there. You know I’mma kill that nigga don’t you.” I laughed but wasn’t shit funny. I meant that shit with my whole heart.

“Julius.” She sighed. “Give it a rest.” Folding her arms across her chest Nariah cocked her head to the side. “Why are you here?”

She was standing here asking me questions while my eyes were busy roaming up and down her body.

Her and the nigga must’ve called they self being on a lil date or something.

Nariah had on a cropped denim top, a pair of fitted camouflage pants, and the denim Jennifer Le heels I bought her.

Her hair was slicked back in a low bun and her lips were bare.

Either she had ate her gloss off or her and that nigga was swapping spit. I guess it took me too long to answer ‘cause her petty ass turned and walked off. “Say Nariah don’t walk away from me like that.” I fussed.

Instead of stopping Nariah kept it pushing through the door of her building. I thumbed my nose a few times before following behind her. When we got on the elevator she stood with her back against the wall and typed something on her phone. “You gon’ ignore me?”

“Oh, like you ignored me when I asked what you was doing here.” She sassed without taking her attention off the phone.

“Keep fucking playing with me Nariah.”

“Trust. The last thing I’m doing is playing.” Fixing the watch on her wrist she glanced up at me and smiled. “You look like shit.”

“Fuck that supposed to mean?”

“Ya girl must be stressing you out.” The elevator dinged before stopping on her floor, when the doors popped opened Nariah stepped around me and exited.

“I ain’t got no fucking girl.” I mumbled lowly before marching off behind her. This girl unlocked her door and had the nerve to try to shut it in my face. “Gotta be quicker than that.” I laughed after catching the door.

Leaning down Nariah unstrapped her heels and stepped out of them. “You still ain’t said why you here. I thought I told you not to say shit to me if it wasn’t about Jude.”

“You ain’t tell me shit.” I lied and leaned against her couch. “So, you fucking with Dip?”

“We cool.”

“Cool huh?” I nodded and swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. “Let me guess you and Flocco cool too.”

That halted her steps. Nariah turned and looked me up and down before snorting. “That’s why you over here?”

Walking up on her I towered over her and glared at her face. “You fucking that nigga Nariah?”

“You got a baby on the way?” She countered and folded her arms, waiting for me to answer.

“Where the fuck you get that shit from?”

“Yo baby mama.” She laughed. “She been on her close friends posting how late she is. I guess congratulations are in order.”

“I ain’t hit no bitch raw but you.”

“That ain’t what I heard. You know you a real clown ass nigga. Pressing me ‘bout Flocco and you still fucking that bird. If I was fucking with him that’s my business.”

“So, you are?” I quizzed.

“Nawl. We just cool.” She popped, sounding like a whole ass nigga.

Nariah sure knew how to piss me the fuck off. “Just cool huh.” I repeated. “Say Nariah stop fucking with me. Dead ass. Cause the shit that’s running through my mind right now ain’t of God.”

“You can go fuck a bitch and put her up, but I go to dinner with one nigga and you ready to cause a scene. Grow the fuck up Julius.”

“You real mouthy tonight. I guess them new niggas done boosted yo head up.”

“Somebody had too. The nigga I was fucking with was too busy creeping behind my back.” Pushing me back Nariah tipped out the living room.

“Just tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.” I said and trailed her down the hall. “If you fucked him, you just did.” I was gone be pissed the fuck off if Nariah let that nigga touch her. On my soul I was gone pissed.

“Julius if I cared anything about you being mad I would do better at hiding shit.” Peeling off her pants she tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper and unlatched her AP.

Sitting down at the vanity she placed it in her jewelry box and proceeded to take her earrings off. “I’m single if you haven’t noticed.”

“So, in other words you did fuck him.” I based.

Shooting a dagger right through my heart she hissed. “Yeah, Julius I fucked Flocco and if you hadn’t of interrupted me, I was getting ready to let Dip eat my pussy.” She stared at me through her vanity mirror. “Happy now?”

My heart wanted to believe she was lying but I knew she wasn’t.

Nariah knew I was missing a few screws, ain’t no way she would’ve said no shit like that if it wasn’t true.

I wanted to wrap my hands around Nariah’s neck.

On God I did. But I couldn’t ‘cause that would fuck Juju up. “You a slut ass bitch.” I barked. As mad as I was, I’m surprised spit wasn’t slinging out of my mouth.

I had to force my hands in my pocket to keep them from shaking.

“Nigga we one in the same. Difference is I waited until I was single before I did my dirt.”

Mushing her head with my finger I gritted.

“Fuck you. On God fuck you!” I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying.

“If you wanted to fuck with a nigga in the industry you should’ve got at that nigga Drake at least you would’ve got a bag or something out of the deal. Ya know–how the rest of these hoes do.”

“And unlike the rest of these hoes I’on need a nigga for a bag. I got my own.” Standing from her chair Nariah looked me up and down before turning to walk away. “I suggest you be gone before I get out of the shower. APD dying for another reason to arrest your ass.”

“Yeah, aight slut!” I bellowed. The way Nariah and I had just talked to each other it was clear it wasn’t meant for us to reconcile.

I’m thinking I had me a good girl, whole time Nariah was just like the rest of these sluts out here.

I was good off her ass. If it wasn’t ‘bout Juju I ain’t want to parts in it.

Murderous thoughts were running through my head when I left Nariah’s condo, leaving me faced with one of two options.

I could go find Flocco and put one in his head or go to the studio and let my frustrations out.

Taking the nigga out was what my head said to do but visions of me getting locked up and disappointing Juju flashed through my mind, ultimately making the decision for me.