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"What the fuck ever Crown. Why am I here?"

"A nigga has been at peace lately. I got the girl of my dreams..

. nah, can't even say some shit like that 'bout Four.

On my best night's sleep, I couldn't dream up Four.

She's one of one, birthed from my rib type shit.

Fuck, look how she got me talking 'bout her.

You hear the way I care for her in my tone, don't you? "

"I'm not answering?—"

Pulling my Glock from my waist, I sat that pretty muthafucka on the hood.

"A nigga finds happiness, and all of a sudden muthafuckas wanna think I found the sense the good lord forgot to give me. Forget how I give it up, and I'll remind you."

"Yes, I hear how much you care for her," Leah huffed.

"If you can hear it, then I know yo' ass can see it. Four and I have been within your vicinity a few times, right?"

"Yes."

"Ight, so that means you saw how crazy I am 'bout her?"

"Yeah, Crown."

"Ight, if you hear it and see it, why you out here lying to my bitch? A nigga gotta let you taste our love, huh? If I wasn't a selfish nigga, I'll let you suck my nut outta her pussy."

"Crown!" Four chastised, smacking my arm.

"Chill, I said if I wasn't selfish." I laughed.

"Please don't get ahead of yourself. It wasn't even like tha?—"

Four was on some sly shit when she moved around me to pop Leah in her mouth. I grabbed her, pulling her into me and locking my arm around her waist. Leah adjusted her clothes and then moved forward like she wanted smoke. I reached over, grabbing my Glock.

"I might not beat a bitch, but I have no issue deading a mutt."

"So, she can hit me, but I can't get my lick back?"

"Sounds 'bout right to me."

"Fuck you, Crown!"

"Bitch, don't address my nigga," Four barked, getting riled up.

"Aye, be easy. You had yo' chance to handle it, and you fumbled. Let a real nigga do real shit," I told Four, then looked to Leah. "You got yo' phone on you?"

"Yeah." She smirked.

"Pull that shit out and open yo' camera."

Leah did as I asked while I planted kisses on the side of Four's face, making her giggle.

"Snap a few pictures of my wife and me right quick."

"What?"

"Snap a few fuckin' pictures 'fore you make me shoot your fuckin' pinky toe off. Smile for the camera, Four."

Rolling her eyes, Four smiled, and I kissed her cheek as Leah snapped a picture.

"Ight, look, this is what I need you to do for me.

Any time you feel that fatal attraction itch, look at that picture.

Let it be a reminder that Four is where my heart beats the loudest. She's my wife, and 'bout her, I'm willing to bleed the block to make sure my heart keeps the same obnoxious circadian rhythm.

You already fucked up what I had planned for our six-month anniversary.

If I gotta come see 'bout you again, I'll be the last muthafucka you lay eyes on. Now, apologize to my wife."

"Crown, I'm not?—"

The Glock aimed at her forehead turned that I'm not into an I apologize really muthafuckin' quick.

"I apologize, River."

"Save the apology and stay the fuck outta my way. I don't know what happened to our friendship, but?—"

"I had him first. That's what happened," Leah blurted.

"Bitch, you never had me. We fucked, and the pussy was mediocre.

I hit once and dipped. I kept it cordial to help your self-esteem.

Now I see I should've A-town stomped on that shit.

That's on me, tho'." Kissing the side of Four's neck, I brought my lips to her ear.

"I apologize for not making shit clear to her. "

"It's fine. I just hope she's happy with how things played out."

"Whatever!" Leah stomped off, and I helped Four back inside the car.

"Did you really have to do the most and make her take our picture?"

"Fuck you think?" I scoffed. "What I look like letting a random bitch who can't slurp the nut right play with you?" The way I was comin' behind River was gon' have muthafuckas thinking I was her spine.

Pulling her into me, I let my fingers get tangled in her curls. My tongue parted her lips, stealing her breath and replacing it with the kind of feeling that was gon' give her clit a heartbeat.

"I'm sorry I didn't speak up," she apologized.

"Never let what the next bitch say cloud your judgment of me. The only bitch who can say they had me in the way you got me is dead, so really no one can say that shit."

"Crown!"

Four bit back her laugh, trying to mask the humor that tugged at her juicy lips. It was wrong to make fun of the dead, but if she knew how Emily died, she might've laughed harder.

"I'm serious, Four. Chosyn is a fake ass Mrs. Gravehart. You're the real one even when you ain't."

"Don't do my friend!" she giggled.

"I love Chosyn, but that right there..." I tapped my finger against her ring, then glanced from the road to her beautiful ass face. "Is different, and because of that, I handle you differently."

"I hear you, Crown."

"Nah, I need you to feel that shit 'cause the next time you let a bitch play in yo' face, I'ma have Syn kill 'em, and you going on time out?"

"I'm too old for a time-out, and who is Syn?"

"You're never too old for a timeout. Adults gotta cool off, too."

"Okay, but who is Syn?" she quizzed. The twinge of jealousy in her eyes was cute.

"Don't trip on her. Syn only shows up when the lights go out."

"She's a ghost?"

"Some like that."

Silence washed over the car for a few. Four seemed to be cool, but sometimes with her, it was hard to fucking tell.

"We good?" I wasn't one to let shit run wild in my head. Tell me what it is so I can move accordingly.

"We're good, Crown."

Smiling, she stretched over the middle console to kiss my cheek. The shit was perfectly timed because we came to a red light. Grabbing her neck, I met her eyes, looking for my lucky star.

"Four." Her name brushed across her lips, making her blush.

"The light is going to turn, Cortez."

"I don't give a fuck. I need you to know my plans for you."

"Okay, and they are?"

"You gon' fall in love with me."

"Oh really?" She giggled, and I squeezed harder.

Cars blared their horns and swerved around us. I didn't give a fuck. I needed to make myself clear to Four 'cause she thought shit was a game.

"You can fight it, cry about it, scream about it, shit, you might even hate it. But as the moon rises to replace the sun, you'll say a prayer thanking God for bringing a nigga into your life because, with me, you gon' feel protected, worshipped, but above all else loved."

"Wow, you're really full of yourself." She giggled, making light of what I was saying. I licked my lips, then did the same to hers, sinking my teeth into the sexiest bottom lip I've ever seen.

"You got it wrong. I think that highly of you . Four I'ma be the best nigga, husband, and father. Just wait on it." Kissing her lips, I pulled off, leaving her ass breathless.