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I was gonna bring ya shit back to you, so why the fuck you actin’ like I was tryna house you for it?”
    â€œMotherfucker, you was
supposed
to bring me my shit back yesterdayafternoon, not the next MOTHERFUCKING morning! And why didn’t you answer your goddamn phone?”
    I frown. “Aye, yo, don’t fuckin’ question me. I didn’t answer it, ’cause I didn’t fuckin’ want to—”
    â€œNigga, I know you not tryna get cocky. I’ll question you all the fuck I want when you out with
my
goddamn car, all
fucking
night. Bitch-ass nigga, you done bumped your motherfucking head, talking that ‘don’t question me’ bullshit. You got the wrong one.”
    And this is exactly why I ain’t beat for bein’ in no relationship, especially wit’ no loud, mouthy-ass bitch. I sigh, takin’ a long, deep pull from my blunt, then blowin’ it out. This ugly bitch actin’ like I put a gun to her skull, then strong-armed her for her keys. No. What a nigga did was slam this dick up in her guts, stick a finger in her asshole and suck all over them big-ass titties of hers. And when I was done, she practically tossed them muthafuckas at me.
    â€œâ€¦And I know you didn’t have no other bitch in my mother-fucking shit, either. I knew I shoulda never fucked with your sorry, black ass. You ain’t shit, nigga. For real! I want my fucking car, NOW! And you better bring my shit back to me with a full tank of gas.”
    â€œOr what?”
    â€œNigga, you’ll see.”
    â€œYeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, takin’ another big-ass pull to the head. Who the fuck this bitch think she is tellin’ me what the fuck I
better
do? Now, you already know she done fucked up, right? I pull the phone away from my ear, allow her to continue her bullshit-ass tirade. She’s talkin’ so fast that she starts to sound like one of the muthafuckin’ chipmunks. But, on some real shit, I…DON’T… GIVE. A. FUCK. I press End, then flip my phone shut. She calls back. I let it go into voicemail. And now, the bitch is gettin’ real belligerent wit’ it, callin’ back to back to back. I turn the shit off.
    When I finally get to exit 136 off the Garden State Parkway, I open my cell, turn the shit back on, then hit Akina up. She’s this half-Japanese, half-black hottie I’ve been fuckin’ for a minute. And the chick’s sittin’ on paper from money her grandparents left her when they died. Plus, her moms is a big-time criminal lawyer and her pops is a doctor, so chick wants for nuthin’, feel me? Man, listen…this bitch is fiyah, fo’ sho. And the best thing is she’s a certified ass-lickin’, ball-suckin’, cum-gulpin’ freak wit’ one of them basketball booties you can palm and smack ’round all night. She’s flat-chested as hell, but the ho gotta deep, wet pussy that slurps up the dick and gushes like a waterfall.
    â€œHeeey, baby,” she coos into the phone.
    â€œWhat’s good, ma?”
    â€œYou, and all that pretty dick. When am I gonna see you? We miss you, boo.”
    â€œOh, word? And who’s we?”
    â€œMe and this wet pussy.” She giggles. “Where you been? I called you three times yesterday.”
    I take another toke from my blunt. “I had a family emergency. Why, you need some dick?”
    â€œAnd you already know,” she says, soundin’ all sexy ’n shit. “Is everything okay with your family?”
    I sigh into the phone, frontin’ like a nigga’s all down and whatnot. “Yeah, I hope so. But, I don’t really wanna talk about it, right now.”
    â€œBaby, I understand. Just know I’m here for you if you need me.”
    â€œThanks, I ’preciate that. Listen, I do need you to do me a favor, though.”
    â€œJust tell me what it is, you know I got you.”
    I grin, makin’ a