didn’t even mean to say it out loud, but I was just in pain.
“Nigga! You get shot or somethin’? What’s wrong? You obviously not good, nigga, don’t be lyin’ to me like that.”
I ran into my bathroom and placed my phone onto the counter. I put Donte on speaker as I took off my shirt and looked at my wound. It really wasn’t as bad as I was hypin’ it up to really be. The nigga just had really bad aim and managed to graze my arm. I took some alcohol and cleaned up the wound before tossin’ a big ass band-aid over it. I was cool now.
“I’m good now, nigga. I thought dude did some damage to my shoulder but it looks like his weak ass just grazed it and I’m cool now.”
“Aight then. Well, good shit on killin’ the nigga. I applaud you on that shit. Now we just wait it out and see if we get any updates on anyone in that group carryin’ on his mission. Hopefully they don’t do shit since they ain’t got no leader.”
“Yeah, I hope so too. I’m gone get some rest now though. Did you need anythin’ else from me?”
“Nah, we good. Good shit tonight. Get some rest, patna.”
Click
That was exactly what I was going to do, get some damn rest. Whew, tonight was a long one. First Cynthia’s crazy ass tried to be slick with her triflin’ ass and then I got shot by some ugly ass nigga who was tryna take down Donte’s shit. I definitely deserved to get some sleep. So I just took off all my clothes and hopped into the bed. I was beyond exhausted so it really didn’t take that long for me to knock the fuck out.
Chapter Seven:
Danessa
It was another usual day at the salon meaning that it was busy as hell and I was getting more and more tired by the minute. This was good business and all, but shit, I wish these people would just not come in at all for one day. I just wanted some sleep, or a drink or somethin’.
I leaned my head on my desk in my office and closed my eyes for a moment. I was also depressed that I ain’t spoken to Tyrek in some time. Speaking of him, I reached over into my purse and fished for my phone. I unlocked the screen and tried to see if there were any missed calls or texts from him, but like I guessed, there was nothing. I mean, he did say that he had some shit that he had to handle and it wasn’t abnormal for him not to text or call me ‘cause I know that he has other shit to do. I ain’t even his main bitch anyway so I really can’t be all up on his nuts and make him talk to me. Now that I think of it, he only calls or texts me when he wants or needs me. Again, I ain’t mad about that, I love it when he calls me to be with him and gives me his attention, it kind of just sucks that he only talks to me when he wants to. I signed myself up for this shit though so I really can’t complain. I can’t say shit to Mel about it either ‘cause she already don’t like the nigga, so me rantin’ about how I miss him and how he ain’t talked to me in some days ain’t gone help my case. If anythin’, it’ll make it worse and I really don’t need Mel all up in my business tellin’ me how I need to get me a better man because Tyrek ain’t givin me what a normal man should. I really really like Tyrek, I don’t wanna just give up on him.
I sat up and acknowledged Mel as she walked into my offfice. She gave me a look of confusion after she stared at me for a good minute.
“What, Mel? Why you lookin’ at me like that?” I asked as I locked my phone screen and looked up at her.
“Danessa, why you lookin’ like you got somethin’ on yo mind. You really look like you lost yo damn best friend but I’m right here so I don’t get it. Tell me what is goin’ on with you, lil momma.”
“How many times do I need to tell you that there ain’t nothin’ wrong with me? I’m just tired, really tired. It’s been a long and busy day and you already know that.”
“Danessa. I know you more than you know your
“Nigga! You get shot or somethin’? What’s wrong? You obviously not good, nigga, don’t be lyin’ to me like that.”
I ran into my bathroom and placed my phone onto the counter. I put Donte on speaker as I took off my shirt and looked at my wound. It really wasn’t as bad as I was hypin’ it up to really be. The nigga just had really bad aim and managed to graze my arm. I took some alcohol and cleaned up the wound before tossin’ a big ass band-aid over it. I was cool now.
“I’m good now, nigga. I thought dude did some damage to my shoulder but it looks like his weak ass just grazed it and I’m cool now.”
“Aight then. Well, good shit on killin’ the nigga. I applaud you on that shit. Now we just wait it out and see if we get any updates on anyone in that group carryin’ on his mission. Hopefully they don’t do shit since they ain’t got no leader.”
“Yeah, I hope so too. I’m gone get some rest now though. Did you need anythin’ else from me?”
“Nah, we good. Good shit tonight. Get some rest, patna.”
Click
That was exactly what I was going to do, get some damn rest. Whew, tonight was a long one. First Cynthia’s crazy ass tried to be slick with her triflin’ ass and then I got shot by some ugly ass nigga who was tryna take down Donte’s shit. I definitely deserved to get some sleep. So I just took off all my clothes and hopped into the bed. I was beyond exhausted so it really didn’t take that long for me to knock the fuck out.
Chapter Seven:
Danessa
It was another usual day at the salon meaning that it was busy as hell and I was getting more and more tired by the minute. This was good business and all, but shit, I wish these people would just not come in at all for one day. I just wanted some sleep, or a drink or somethin’.
I leaned my head on my desk in my office and closed my eyes for a moment. I was also depressed that I ain’t spoken to Tyrek in some time. Speaking of him, I reached over into my purse and fished for my phone. I unlocked the screen and tried to see if there were any missed calls or texts from him, but like I guessed, there was nothing. I mean, he did say that he had some shit that he had to handle and it wasn’t abnormal for him not to text or call me ‘cause I know that he has other shit to do. I ain’t even his main bitch anyway so I really can’t be all up on his nuts and make him talk to me. Now that I think of it, he only calls or texts me when he wants or needs me. Again, I ain’t mad about that, I love it when he calls me to be with him and gives me his attention, it kind of just sucks that he only talks to me when he wants to. I signed myself up for this shit though so I really can’t complain. I can’t say shit to Mel about it either ‘cause she already don’t like the nigga, so me rantin’ about how I miss him and how he ain’t talked to me in some days ain’t gone help my case. If anythin’, it’ll make it worse and I really don’t need Mel all up in my business tellin’ me how I need to get me a better man because Tyrek ain’t givin me what a normal man should. I really really like Tyrek, I don’t wanna just give up on him.
I sat up and acknowledged Mel as she walked into my offfice. She gave me a look of confusion after she stared at me for a good minute.
“What, Mel? Why you lookin’ at me like that?” I asked as I locked my phone screen and looked up at her.
“Danessa, why you lookin’ like you got somethin’ on yo mind. You really look like you lost yo damn best friend but I’m right here so I don’t get it. Tell me what is goin’ on with you, lil momma.”
“How many times do I need to tell you that there ain’t nothin’ wrong with me? I’m just tired, really tired. It’s been a long and busy day and you already know that.”
“Danessa. I know you more than you know your
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