Page 4 of Suleem and Yahzi (D-Ville Projects #1)
Things were different now. I was in a new space.
Kassir had his son, which meant he was moving different, and I realized that some things were more important than being heavy in the streets.
I was also a man of my word so I kept my distance from Yahzi but that shit was done.
I told her the minute she opened that door again, I was not letting up or backing down.
Before I climbed out my ride, I reached under my seat and removed my gun.
It met the small of my back while I made my way to her door.
After I knocked and Yahzi’s face wasn’t what I laid eyes on when that bitch opened, I had my shit chambered and pressed against the forehead of a muthafucker I hoped was prayed up.
I didn’t even fucking care that six more were aimed at me when I backed him into Yahzi’s apartment. When I said my life for hers, I meant that shit.
“Who the fuck are you?” I growled, testing the trigger when my finger eased back a little.
“Nah, nigga, who the fuck are you?”
I smirked. “That’s not how this goes. I don’t have to know your name to empty this clip but you handing that shit over might give you the opportunity to survive.”
Might…
“We’re East Street Fam. You might want to drop yo’ shit before we drop you,” one of the little muthafuckers behind me said with too much bass in his voice.
“East Street?” I snorted and eased my hand into my pocket, removing my phone. “I suggest you tell them to stand the fuck down, ’cause if they shoot me, I’m taking you with me.”
“Ay, y’all be easy.” Ol’ boy’s eyes moved past me for a brief second.
Dude I had my gun on didn’t move. Ego or not, he didn’t want me to pull the trigger. I swiped through my contacts and hit one I had listed just for situations like this, made the call, and put it on speaker.
“Who the fuck is this?” was how he answered. I ignored his question and asked my own.
“This City?”
“Yeah, who the fuck is this?”
“Bank.”
I didn’t miss. If I had you in my line of fire, that shit was money in the bank.
Hence the name the streets knew me by. Over the past three years that name hadn’t been spoken much because I was adamant about shifting things in my life.
Kassir started pulling back when he had Kassan and I was on some fuck the world shit until everything went down with Yahzi.
“Bank?”
“Yeah, nigga. Now I have a situation. At present I have my gun on one of your guys and six of yours have their guns on me. You know how I get down. I’m more than willing to pull this trigger and I’m sure as soon as I do these little niggas are going to drop me.
If that happens, DP is going to turn your shit upside down.
Considering you’re already in the middle of something with the Lords, that might not work in your favor.
You have ten seconds to tell your people to show some respect or it is what it is. ”
“Ay, y’all stand the fuck down.”
“Come on, City. This nigga got Dex hemmed up for no reason.”
Dex. Yeah, muthafucker, I got you.
“What are you doing?” I heard Yahzi’s voice but didn’t lift my eyes.
“Go back in the fucking room.”
“I’m not…”
“Yah, take your ass back in that room, now,” I growled and two seconds later I heard footsteps and the door slam.
“Aight, City, what’s it gon’ be? We starting a war or not?”
He was quiet for a minute before he made the right call. Even if City wasn’t the cause, Kassir would drop everyone he loved behind me, same as I would do for him. He didn’t want to risk that.
“Stand the fuck down now because if either one of y’all dumb asses pops off and that shit lands on me, you’re gon’ see me in the worst way.”
It took a minute but I heard the movement behind me. “Now get the fuck out.”
I kept my eyes on Dex whose jaw tensed. No matter his rank with East Street, City was in charge, which meant he had to follow orders. That was one reason Kassir and I started our own shit. Wasn’t no way in hell either of us would have another man telling us how we could move.
Eventually Dex cowered and tried to step around me but I moved to block his path. “Nah, you stay.”
“Dex, you good?” one of them called out and he nodded stiffly.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
After the door closed and I knew we were alone, I called Yahzi, who hesitantly stepped into the living room.
“You fucking with him?” I kept my eyes on Dex just in case he grew a set of balls and wanted to try me. When Yahzi didn’t answer, I smiled arrogantly.
“She let you fuck her?”
“Leem…”
One second he was smiling and the next I was flipping my gun in my hand right before that shit crashed against his face.
Blood flew from his mouth and I hit him a second time with more force.
He stumbled and tripped over the table behind him.
My foot came up and I snapped his head back when it made contact.
I stomped his ass out until Yahzi shoved me back, screaming for me to stop.
My eyes narrowed on her when I pulled out of it. “Get your shit and let’s go.”
She glanced down at Dex then left the living room.
When she was gone, I fisted his shirt and yanked him up.
“I don’t know how much you value your position under City but I hope you’re smart enough to value your life.
If you come for me, or even think about coming for her, there’s not a person on earth who can stop me from ending not just you but anyone you care about. Understand?”
He nodded and I let him go. He dropped to his knees and struggled to get up but managed to stumble up out of there.
I walked down the hallway, searching for the bedroom, and leaned against the door frame watching Yahzi move around her room, shoving shit into a duffle bag.
There was a suitcase already by the door.
She wouldn’t look at me and she didn’t say a word, but I could tell from her movements she was upset.
I didn’t give a fuck. She called me, she knew how I was coming behind her.
Since she refused to give me her attention, I took my time taking her in.
Not much had changed in three years. Yahzi was a beautiful woman, flat round face, cute ass little nose, and diamond shaped eyes that changed colors in the light.
They were brown like honey but when the sun caught them shits they glowed like tiger stones.
My baby was thick too. The jean shorts she wore had them thick legs on display along with that ass which sat nice.
She had a softness to her that I loved to grab on, especially them thick thighs I spent a lot of time between.
Her little pretty chocolate ass had me all fucked up in the game back then and not much had changed.
I would give this woman the world, whether she asked for it or not.
There weren’t many people who had my unyielding loyalty but Yahzi was for sure at the top of that short list.
“If you were fucking gang niggas, you should have just stayed.”
She turned and glared at me but didn’t say anything so I did. “Oh, so you fuck with gang niggas, just not me.”
She crossed the room, put them little ass hands on my chest, and shoved me. I was a big muthafucker so I didn’t move except to grab her arm and yank her into my chest. “You mad because I’m stating facts?”
“It’s not a fact. I didn’t know he was East Street until after we were together. When I found out, I ended things.”
She pushed away and I let her go. “If you ended things, why you need me to get him up out of here?”
Instead of answering my question, she marched her fine ass over to the bed, roughly yanked the zipper on the duffle, and lifted it.
She walked over to me, dropped it to my feet, and was about to walk away but I caught her arm and brought her to me.
Then I lifted my other hand to her neck which I squeezed gently before I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her roughly.
Just like I expected, she kissed me back then I pulled away and placed my forehead to hers.
“You can be mad all you want. I kept my word and stayed away. The minute you made that call you knew what it was.”
I lifted my head and my eyes locked on hers in a stare down until I stepped back, lifted her duffle, then the suitcase. “I’ll be in the car. Get whatever else you need and meet me out there.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond, just turned and left with her shit. Yahzi was coming home, like it or not. I’d given her time. I no longer had the patience to be without her and she gave me the right to fix what I broke when she made that call.