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“You ready?” Nazi asked, as we stood at the front door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I used my key to let myself in the house. “Mom!” I called out.

“In the kitchen.”

I looked at Nazi and she just shrugged her shoulders. We walked into the kitchen and instead of getting greeted with a happy birthday, I was bombarded by questions.

“Lacianne, where have you been? I told you to be here at eight, it’s now eleven,” my mother complained.

“Hunny, you can’t just keep people waiting. Brett has been here since eight, waiting for you to come home.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time and…” I was looking for some type of excuse to justify my actions, but I couldn’t think of any.

“I don’t want to hear that nonsense. I told you to be here at eight, so I expected you to be here. Then you couldn’t even call to let us know you were going to be late,” my mother complained.

“Listen to your mother Lacianne because she’s right. How do you expect to be an exceptional lawyer if you can’t even be punctual?” my father chimed in.

“Because I am late for a birthday dinner doesn’t affect my ability as a lawyer. The two aren’t even the same.”

“Well, hello mother and father,” Nazi said, rolling her eyes.

“Nazi, not right now, we are trying to talk to your sister,” my mother spoke.

“As always. There is no need for both of you to chastise her on her birthday. She was late, it’s not the end of the world,” Nazi said, coming to my defense.

“Nazi, it is not okay-” my father began, but Brett cut him off.

“Mom, dad, it’s okay. Laci was just out enjoying her birthday,” Brett said, getting up and walking over to me.

Since when did he start calling my parents mom and dad,
I thought to myself.

“Lacianne, do you mind coming with me outside?” Brett asked.

“Uh sure,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around him calling my parents mom and dad.

We walked outside and he brought me to the end of the driveway. I looked behind me and saw my mother, father, and Nazi coming out of the house. He told me to look at the sky while he made a quick phone call. I looked up and didn’t see a damn thing, but I did hear someone call out to me.

“Laci!” I snapped my head in the direction of his voice.
No, it couldn’t be
, I thought to myself.

“Laci, get the fuck over here now!” Gunz yelled, coming into view.

“Do you know him?” Brett asked, ending his phone call and coming close to me.

“Uh yeah, he’s a client.” As soon as the words left my mouth, fireworks started going off, causing me to momentarily forget about Gunz and look up to the sky.

Written so beautifully in the sky was ‘Lacianne, would you marry me?’ I looked at Brett, who was now on bended knee. My focus didn’t stay on him long because I felt a pair of eyes burning into my body. My eyes shifted to Gunz, but turned right back to Brett once he started talking.

“Lacianne, are you going to answer my question?” Brett asked.

Without fully thinking, I nodded my head yes. Brett got up and slipped the ring onto my finger. I looked at my finger and the ring Brett had for me was barely there. I heard my parents cheer and that’s when it hit me that I just said yes to a marriage proposal. Brett tried to kiss me, but I dodged it as I heard Gunz calling out to me again.

“Laci!” Gunz called out, but this time, he was walking up my parents’ driveway. My heart sank with each step Gunz took.

“Gunz! Now is not the time!” Nazi yelled, running to my side. He was standing a few feet away from me and I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms. However, after saying yes to Brett’s proposal, that would be kind of inappropriate.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” Brett asked.

Brett didn’t know what he was getting himself into stepping to Gunz. I’ve never seen Gunz be violent, but just from the name Gunz, I knew he wasn’t nothing to fuck with.

“Laci, tell this nigga who the fuck I am,” Gunz demanded with a smirk on his face, as Brett turned his attention back to me.

“Lacianne, you know him?” Brett asked me. I figured if I stayed quiet, this whole situation would just go away. The longer it took me to answer the question, the more intense the stares became.

“Yes, I know him Brett. I told you a couple of seconds ago that he is a client,” I sighed, finally giving in.

“Laci, you really going to call me a client?” Gunz chuckled. “You hurting my feelings out here.”

“What is the meaning of this? Lacianne, I’m going to need you to explain this.”

“Gunz, come on, let’s take a ride,” Nazi said, trying to get Gunz to walk away, but he wasn’t budging. I was surprised my parents hadn’t come over here to put in their two cents yet.

“She don’t have to explain shit to you nigga because your wonder bread looking ass ain’t nobody.” Gunz snatched my left hand, looking at the barely there ring Brett had slipped on to my finger. “You dead ass was going to marry a nigga who gave you a ring out of a twenty-five cent gumball machine? Nigga, you should be ashamed of yourself. If you can’t afford diamonds, then you shouldn’t be in the presence of a queen. Laci, let’s fucking go. You’re not marrying dude.” Gunz snatched the ring off my finger and threw it into the bushes.

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Laci, I didn’t ask you what you can and can’t do. I told you to go get in the car, so that’s where you need to be.”

“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath.

I had no clue where Gunz’s car was, but I grabbed on to Nazi and started walking away. I wasn’t about to deal with this shit alone, Nazi was gonna be right there with me.

“Bitch, where the fuck Gunz come from?” Nazi asked, giggling.

“This shit isn’t funny. His ass just popped up. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked with his stalker ass,” I cried.

We got to the end of the driveway, turned around, and saw Gunz hitting Brett with a two-piece combo. The hits connected and Brett dropped to the floor. I was crying before, but now I was boohoo crying. I saw my parents run over to Brett as he laid out on the lawn, looking lifeless.

“Laci, what the fuck you crying for? Wipe them fucking tears. I swear on everything, you’re lucky I don’t fucking hit women because you would be laid out right next to his fucking pale ass. I can’t believe your ass said yes when that nigga was trying to give you that Cracker Jack ring. I’ma need you to start acting like you know your worth. The only nigga you will be marrying is me. Nazi, I can’t believe you let your sister say yeah to that shit, man.” Gunz gripped my arm and dragged me to the car, and I dragged Nazi right along with me. He pushed me into the passenger seat, leaving only one thought on my mind. This nigga done got a whiff of the pussy and turned into a fucking lunatic.

Chapter 10: Gunz

Ain’t this some fucking shit. It’s true what they say everything that happens in the dark comes to light. When Laci left my crib, I went back to my room to change the sheets and shit. I kept hearing a phone going off. It wasn’t my phone because mines was in my left pocket. After tussling with the sheets, I found Laci’s phone and it was blowing the fuck up. Me, being the gentlemen that I am, went to bring Laci her phone. I had Jinx look up her parents’ address, which wasn’t too far away from her crib. Nothing in this world would’ve prepared me for what I was about to see. Laci was standing in the driveway while some Screech looking nigga was standing behind her. I called out to her in the first place, just to give her back her phone. But when fireworks started going off and her dumb ass said yes to the proposal, I was seeing straight red.

“Gunz, I need you to slow the fuck down and stop driving like a bat out of hell,” Nazi complained.

“Nazi, I’m cool with you and shit, but you need to shut the fuck up. When it was time for you to open your mouth, you didn’t have shit to fucking say. Keep that shit on mute.”

“Bryce, don’t talk to my sister like that,” Laci sassed.

My fucking head snapped in her direction so fast, a nigga almost thought he got whip lash.

“Laci, you can shut the fuck up too. ‘Cause a nigga don’t have words for you right now.”

I turned the music up, drowning whatever Nazi and Laci were bitchin’ about. I wasn’t in the right mind frame to deal with this shit right now. A nigga was hurt behind that bullshit. Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to my crib. I got out the car and both girls were still sitting there. I ran my hand along my beard because they were really fucking testing me. I pulled my phone out right quick to call Jinx ‘cause if I had to deal with the both of them, it was going to be a problem.

“Yo, wassup?”

“Come outside real quick and get Nazi from out this fucking car before I ring her neck.”

“The fuck you mean you gonna ring her neck?”

“Jinx, you heard what the fuck I said; now come get shawty.” I was overstepping my bounds with Nazi and I knew, but she wasn’t doing anything to make the situation better.

“Wassup, you ight?” Jinx asked, jogging over to me.

“Yeah, I’m straight, just get yo girl,” I told him.

Jinx swaggered over to the car and opened the back door.

“Nazi, come on ma; it’s cold out here and I’m not trying to get sick behind yo ass,” he told her.

“Nobody asked you to come out here. I’m not getting out of this car until my sister does,” I heard her say.

“Nazi, get the fuck out the car; you are too fucking old to be playing these childish games, lil mama.”

“I don’t give a fawk,” she said, sounding like Smokey from the movie Friday. I had to suppress my laugh because this shit wasn’t a laughing matter.

“Yo, you got jokes and shit I see. Lil mama, get the fuck out the car!” My brother was never the type to raise his voice, so the fact that he did told me he was getting pissed off.

“I’m not getting out of nothing… Jinx, put me the hell down!” Nazi screamed.

Jinx had reached in the car, unbuckled Nazi, pulled her out, and threw her over his shoulder. As he walked passed me, I gave him a knowing look while Nazi hit me with the middle finger.

“If you think I’m getting out, then you’re wrong and if you decided to carry me out, I will not be talking to you for the rest of the night,” Laci sassed, as I got closer to the car.

“I came over to shut my door, nobody is thinking about taking you out of the car. I could careless whether you get out or not, lil mama. I’m not even feeling you right now, but I will leave the door open for whenever you want to come in.”  I slammed the door shut and walked in the house.

I expected for Laci to be behind me when I walked through the door, but she wasn’t. I shrugged it off and went straight for my room after grabbing a beer. Flopping on my bed, I turned on the TV and skimmed through the channels. Nothing on appealed to me, so I turned to the game show network. Family Feud was on and I was cool with that because the contestants usually said dumb shit, and Steve Harvey didn’t make it any better. I watched the show, hoping to get Laci out of my thoughts, but she kept reappearing like a bad song that was catchy.

I wasn’t going to admit this to no one, but I was in my feelings about that shit. Laci knew about the proposal because when old dude got on one knee, she didn’t look the least bit surprised. Laci should’ve been upfront with a nigga ‘bout what was going on. That way I would know how to handle the situation. Her having a boyfriend, fiancé, or husband didn’t mean shit to me because at the end of the day, Laci was mine. I was the nigga deep in them guts, causing her to climb the wall. I tatted my name on that pussy, marking her for life. Laci needed to get with the program and she needed to get with it quick. There was no it’s either my way or the highway. The only option her little ass had was fucking my way.

* * * *

Waking up the next morning, I felt well rested. A nigga was feeling like he could take on the world. I went into the bathroom to handle my hygiene before I went to go have a talk with Laci. Sleeping off my anger, I was in a calmer mood.

After making sure my breath was minty fresh, I searched my house for Laci. I checked my guest room, nothing. I check the living room, nothing. I even checked the bathroom and her ass wasn’t there. Slipping my feet into my fuck boy flip flops, I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I went straight to Jinx’s crib because that was the only place her ass could be. I used my key, letting myself in. I walked around his house checking for Laci, but I didn’t see her ass nowhere.

“I know her ass still isn’t in that fucking car,” I said out loud to myself.

I headed out of Jinx’s house like I was never there and walked over to where my car was parked. I had dark ass tints, so I couldn’t see through the window. I hit the unlock button on my key chain and opened the passenger door. I kid you not, Laci’s little ass was sprawled out on the back seat snoring like her ass was in a bed.

I closed the passenger side and went towards the back to get her out of the car. I carefully pulled her out, cradling her in my arms. I locked up my car, then brought her ass in the house. I couldn’t believe how stubborn her ass was. Getting in the house, I laid her in my bed, then went into the kitchen to make her some breakfast. She didn’t eat when she was over here and I’m almost positive she didn’t eat when she went to her mom’s crib. I couldn’t have my baby waking up on an empty stomach.

I busied myself pulling out everything I needed to make a ham and cheddar cheese spinach omelet, along with some home fries. Cooking was one of my many talents. No one outside of my family knew I could cook because me cooking for a woman was a luxury only my wife would have. Other than Laci, I only cooked for Milani, and that shit was obviously a mistake. The grimy shit Milani did was the type of shit that would have a nigga second guessing this love shit. I just wasn’t the average nigga. I learned from the situation and what I learned I was going to take into my next relationship. There was no way I was going to get played again. Nah, a nigga wasn’t going out like a sucka twice.

“Mhmmm, it smells good in here?” I heard Jiselle say.

“There is a thing called knocking; I don’t give a fuck if you do have a key,” I told her over my shoulder.

“It’s too early in the morning for you to be in one of your moods, bro.”

I slipped the two omelets I made on to two separate plates before turning around to face her.

“Wassup Jiselle, you never come down here this early?”

“Is it a crime that I wanted to come down here, gosh. You know what? I’ll just go back to my own apartment,” she pouted, getting up from the island.

“Jiselle, sit down and here.” I passed her the plate that had my omelet and home fries on it.

“Food was all I wanted.” She smiled. “Are you going to come and eat with me? Matter of fact, why do you have two plates?”

“This one is for Laci. When you finish, make sure you lock up.”

“Wait, so you’re not going to let me meet her?” She raised her eyebrow, as if she was onto something.

I went to reply to her when I heard soft footsteps. I looked to my right and in walked Laci. Even though she looked like shit, her beauty still shined through. She was a beautiful mess but she was my beautiful mess.

“Umm, when did you bring me in here?” she asked shyly. She was stealing glances at Jiselle, like she was trying to figure out who she was.

“I brought you in here. I don’t know why your dumb ass was sleeping in the car anyway. Don’t let your stubbornness get the best of you, shawty.”

“I just need a toothbrush and a wash rag, and then I will be out of your way,” she sassed.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to not speak when you walk into a room full of people,” Jiselle told her. The tone of Jiselle’s voice was even, but I could detect the attitude all up in and through it.

“Hey,” Laci said, then walked away.

“Yo, chill the fuck out. The fuck is wrong with you?” I asked her.

“I was giving her a lesson in manners. Thank you for the food bro, it was delicious.” She smiled, then winked before heading out of the kitchen.

Jiselle was my blood and all, but sometimes she was on that bullshit. That shit she said to Laci was uncalled for and with Laci not standing up to her, Jiselle going to think she got the upper hand. I poured Laci some orange juice, then took her plate to her. I assumed she went back in the room and that is exactly where her ass was. She was sitting on the bed pouting her ass off.

“Fix yo face. If anyone should have a screwed up look on their face, it would be me. You the one that went and got engaged and shit. Eat this food, so we can have a conversation.”

“I don’t’ want it,” she sassed.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Just eat this fucking food, ight.” I sat the plate next to her and her juice on the nightstand. I sat at the foot of the bed facing her. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

“Laci, I’m not fucking playing with you. Eat that fucking food before I shove it down your thought. Either way, you are going to eat that shit.”

“I don’t like you, Gunz,” she spat, picking up her plate of food.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t give a fuck if you like me. All I want you to do is love me. Now, eat so we can talk.”

She dug into her food and devoured it like it was the juiciest steak ever. I watched on in amusement because I knew her ass was hunger. When she was almost finished, I passed her the cup of juice because she hadn’t touched it yet.

“Thank you,” she said after taking a couple of gulps.

“Are you ready to talk now?” I asked.

“I don’t have anything to say. I would just like to go home.”

“Laci, when are you going to learn. Just because I ask you a question doesn’t mean I’m looking for an answer. About sixty percent of the questions I ask you are rhetorical.”

“Do you not see how rude you are?”

“That’s not what we are having a discussion about. What is up with this engagement?” I wasn’t going to shout or yell. I wasn’t even going to let her know how much it fucked with me that she said yeah. My purpose was to let her know that there wasn’t going to be a wedding unless it was mines.

“You were there. He asked, I said yes, end of discussion. Who was that woman in the kitchen with you?” Jealousy flashed in her eyes when she asked about Jiselle.

“That’s my sister. Who’s this nigga that you think you’re marrying?”

“He’s my father’s best friend’s son. He also works at the same law firm as me.”

“Why the fuck you trying to marry that nigga, Laci? We both know he’s not the dude you want to be with.”

“It doesn’t matter who I want to be with. I already made a deal with my mother.”

“Don’t tell me this shit is an arranged marriage?”

“That’s exactly what it is and I don’t need any judgement coming from you. We had sex, it was great, but now it’s over and done. My whole life is planned out and you are not part of the plan. I’m sorry.” Laci got out of bed and I just stared at her because she didn’t understand.

She was about to leave out of the room when I got up and pulled her little ass back in. I pushed her ass against the wall, leaving no room for her to get free. My hands found their way underneath her dress and on to her pearl. I slowly stroked it, causing shivers to run through her body.

“You see how with just a touch I can have you melting, Laci. You know what that shit means?”

“Ahhh,” a soft moan escaped her lips but that wasn’t what I was looking for.

“Lacianne, do you know what the fuck that means when my finger grazes your pearl and your body melts? That means you belong to me Laci, no other nigga or miracle whip looking nigga gets close to this pussy. This pussy is mine’s Laci and I need to hear you say it.”

“I… I… I can’t,” she stuttered.

“That’s not what the fuck I told you to say. Tell me what I told you to say, Lacianne.”

I stuck three fingers inside of her and started working them slowly. Her pussy began to convulse within seconds of me working it. Creamy juices began to flow onto my fingers as I waited for her to say those words.

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