Page 10 of Lucci

I had to walk too damn far to link with Maino and Los, but I finally made it.

I bumped fists with each of them and nodded at Chasity.

I’d known Maino for ten years. Los was four years younger than him, but he was cool.

Mature for his age, and he pretty much kept to himself.

He was the type that when you saw him you saw his girl.

Maino was single and said me and Los made him want to stay single forever. Whatever the fuck that meant.

“It’s hotter than a bitch out here,” I mumbled. A bottle of water would have to do because I couldn’t drink alcohol and stand out in the heat. Plus, I wanted to be sober when I ran up in Rich’s shit.

As I was walking out of the gift shop where I purchased the water, I heard the roar of motorcycles.

Looking up, I saw three of them sitting in the street, and one of them had his helmet off talking to someone on the other side of the street.

My jaw muscles flexed as Breezy walked over to the bike with a smile on her face.

She talked to him for a few seconds before hopping on the back of his motorcycle.

The short denim shorts she wore exposed her thighs.

My nostrils flared as he pulled off, and she squealed while clenching his waist. Fuck was I jealous of?

Shorty was nowhere near mine and more than likely never would be.

I didn’t miss the way Maino looked at me when I told him she was off limits, but he didn’t question me.

Maino was like a brother to me, and I wasn’t a hater by far, but he couldn’t have Breezy.

Not with my blessing. He didn’t know that I wasn’t in love with Kiandra.

He did know that I didn’t cheat on her. So, despite him being confused by my response when he asked who Breezy was, he let it go, and that was why he was my homie.

He was down for me with little to no questions asked.

The technicalities were never necessary with us.

If we said some shit, that’s what it was.

Even though I didn’t care to see Breezy on the back of another man’s motorcycle, I watched her until they were out of sight.

When I found myself thinking about the fact that she didn’t have a helmet on and her safety, I knew I was tweaking.

Pulling a blunt from behind my ear, I needed to clear my thoughts.

No Breezy, no Kiandra, just muhfuckin’ birds chirping.

A few of Chasity’s friends came over and while I wasn’t rude, I wasn’t too friendly.

There were times even I got mad at myself for never once giving in to temptation and allowing myself to receive the satisfaction from someone else that I was missing at home.

But if I wanted loyalty from Kiandra, I had to give it.

She was solid, and she deserved the same in return.

I couldn’t stop niggas from shooting at me and hitting her, but I could control how I made her look out in these streets and how I made her feel.

Tyler approached with that ever-present grin on his face.

All I could do was shake my head at him.

I used to tease him about being too happy, but lowkey, I loved that about him.

I’d never admit it though. I didn’t smile much, but he smiled enough for the both of us.

He gave me a fist bump, and I passed him the blunt.

Ignoring the thirsty glares of Chasity’s friends, my eyes darted up and down the street.

There were too many heads for one blunt.

Once I got high, I’d roll another, and they could smoke.

The sounds of motorcycles caught my attention.

The same bike that pulled off with Breezy in tow stopped in the exact same spot, and she hopped off the back of the motorcycle with one hand flat on her chest. She was smiling and talking to him making my lip twitch from disdain.

Choosing to look away, I watched Maino take the blunt that Tyler passed him.

“Breezy hopping off the back of bikes and shit. Lauren better not be with her,” he took a step forward and scanned the crowd.

Chuckling, I flicked the tip of my nose. “That’s your girl? Because if you haven’t cuffed her, you know that makes her fair game.”

“Nah, we’re still in the dating stage. We decided to take it slow, but that doesn’t mean she can be out here riding on the back of bikes and shit.” Tyler pulled his phone from his pocket and began texting.

With a shake of my head, I kissed my teeth. “I know you aren’t about to text that girl and try to figure out her whereabouts. She got you pressed like that?” I teased.

“Man, I’m not thinking about what you’re talking about. Lauren knows what time it is. I don’t have to be her nigga to put my foot down. She’s gonna fall in line or get the fuck on.”

That comment made me laugh because he sounded so serious, but I knew for a fact that if Tyler really liked her, he’d be soft as cotton behind Lauren.

By the time the blunt made it to me from Los, Tyler was looking up from his phone screen smiling.

“She’s at work. She’s not even out here on that bullshit. She might be wifey material after all.”

Glancing back across the street, I spotted Breezy getting inside her car.

All the Hellcats were lined up in a parking lot across the street.

There was her infamous blue one, gold, turquoise with pink stripes, green, red and black, purple, pink camo, yellow, and black.

Engines revved, and the cars pulled out of their parking spaces one by one.

Breezy led the way, and music blasted from the cars as the women made their way down the strip.

I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to speak to her, but I quickly brushed it off.

Despite being high, I could still think rationally.

And my rational side said whatever infatuation that I had with Breezy should be deaded because Kiandra wasn’t going anywhere, and I’d bet my last dollar on that.

My eyes narrowed as I crept into Rich’s bedroom.

The television was playing casting just enough light into the room for me to be able to make out two men sleeping in the bed.

One of them was indeed Rich. I had no idea who the other person was, and I didn’t care.

Just like I didn’t care about Rich being gay.

He could do what he wanted with his dick, and I hoped for his sake he’d had a good time because he’d never plug another shit chute.

Not only would Rich be my first body, but I’d get two in one night because there was no way I was leaving a witness behind.

I hated it for ole boy, but he would have to be a casualty of war the same way Kiandra was.

“Wake up, bitch,” I snarled lightly as I slapped Rich in the face with my gloved hand. In my other hand I gripped a Beretta.

Rich’s lids slowly peeled apart. When his eyes were completely open, they were red as apples, and I could tell he was under the influence of something.

His partner hadn’t stirred, and I doubted he was faking because he was snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

He was on his stomach with his head turned toward the wall away from me.

If he was lucky enough to sleep through Rich’s murder, I would let him live.

Rich struggled to sit up in bed. His movements were clumsy. “W-what the fuck?” he slurred.

My eyes darted toward the nightstand where a baggie of coke lay along with a small plastic bag containing three pills. I assumed Rich and his man had to get super high in order to engage in butt play. Or maybe they just liked getting high.

“You shot my shorty is what the fuck,” I gritted. “You know how the saying goes. An eye for an eye.”

Raising my arm, I sent a bullet into Rich’s forehead before he could even blink.

The fact that ole boy beside him was still snoring was wild as hell to me, but I didn’t waste any time getting out of dodge.

I’d never seen anyone be comatose off coke, but I’d damn sure seen niggas passed out off pills and liquor that wouldn’t wake up for shit. Whoever he was, was lucky as hell.

I loved my Beretta but not getting rid of it wasn’t an option.

My mind was racing thinking of all the things I had to do.

Get rid of the gun and burn the clothes I was wearing.

I left my phone at home, and I was sure that Tyler was blowing me up.

When I pulled up in my driveway and saw his car, I wasn’t shocked.

Tyler was out of his car before I could get out of mine. The moment I stepped out of the vehicle, he was in my personal space. “You really left without me? You know how many times I called you?”

“I left my phone here for a reason. And I told you I had it, Ty. The whole reason that Kiandra got shot was because she was with me while Rich was shooting at me. He was shooting at me because I beat his ass years ago. I’m not letting you get caught up in my shit.

I told you I was going to be good. And look. Here I am in the flesh untouched.”

“I don’t care what you told me. It’s my job to have your back. I’m your brother.”

“Tyler, man chill. Bro, I’m good. I’m the big brother, and it’s my job to protect you.

Not get you caught up in dumb shit. I was wrong for robbing Rich.

That was on me. But I couldn’t let him slide for what he did to Kiandra.

Now the situation is dead. Literally. And I handled it without dragging you into it. ”

Tyler shook his head. “There’s no point in even arguing with yo’ stubborn ass. I’m just glad you’re good.”

“Now let me ease back in here. Hopefully, Kiandra is still asleep.”

“How is she doing? She okay?”

“Yeah, she’s a trooper.” Running my hands over my waves I pushed out a small sigh. “I feel guilty every time I look at her.”

“Even if you were wrong for robbing Rich, beating his ass, or whatever he had no business shooting into a car that had someone besides you in it. Bullets don’t have a name. Kiandra getting shot is nobody’s fault but his, and you handled that. No need to feel guilty.”

“I hear you.” I extended my palm for my brother to slap with his. “Get home safe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I crept in the house as quietly as possible.

In the kitchen, I took my clothes off and placed them in a garbage bag along with the gun I used to kill Rich.

After placing the bag in the garage, I went into the guest bathroom and took a shower.

Entering the bedroom naked, I walked lightly over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs.

Kiandra was sleeping like a baby. She still had some pain medication left, so I was sure she’d probably taken something.

The surgery she had on her ear caused her to have headaches somedays.

We hoped that wasn’t a permanent side effect from her getting shot.

She could still hear out of her ear, but there were times I had to repeat myself a few times.

I couldn’t take her pain away. I couldn’t even tell her that I’d handled Rich, but I hoped Kiandra would be able to find some peace and comfort.

I stared at her as she slept. While staring directly at her my thoughts drifted to Breezy on the back of that motorcycle, and my entire mood shifted.

Turning over on my side, I closed my eyes and cursed inwardly.

It felt like Breezy was haunting me. She hadn’t done anything special or out of the ordinary, yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I needed to figure out what it was going to take in order for me to stop thinking about her ass.

I’d never come close to cheating on Kiandra and at that moment, I was pissed that I couldn’t act on my desires.

Thoughts of sexing Breezy on top of her car made my manhood stiffen, and that irritated me even further.

Kiandra and I hadn’t had sex since she got shot but sex with her was something I did when she initiated it or when I was extremely horny and just wanted to get off.

The sex was a solid seven out of ten. It could have been worse, but it damn sure could have been better.

For a man that was adamant about not dangling temptation in his face, I had another tutoring session with Breezy in a few days. Being in her presence for an hour wasn’t going to help anything. I had to figure something out fast.