These Streets Don't Love You Like I Do by Charmanie Saquea & McIntire Edits

Author:Charmanie Saquea & McIntire Edits [Saquea, Charmanie & Edits, McIntire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Urban, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00R8QPXR4
Publisher: Pleasure Principle Publications
Published: 2014-12-19T05:00:00+00:00

11

The next morning when Ahnesty woke up, she had to remember where she was. All the events from yesterday came rushing back to her, starting with Nikki answering Fab’s phone and ending with her spending the night at Khan’s house. She climbed out of the bed and examined her hand that Khan was nice enough to wrap for her.

She heard his voice coming from outside the door and her nosiness got the best of her so she walked to the door to hear what he was talking about. She pressed her ear to the door and listened.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck what I have to do. If I have to kill the nigga, I will,” she heard him say before he got quiet again.

Who in the hell is he talking about? she thought to herself as she waited to hear what else he had to say.

“Ever since that nigga took over where Pharaoh left off, I ain’t been making no money. It’s like this nigga blew up overnight. It’s time to start hitting that nigga where it hurts. I’ve been being too nice to this nigga. I should have took his ass out when he took my girl. Play time is over, time to put in work.”

Ahnesty felt dizzy as she walked back over to the bed. She was now regretting the fact that she had even come over here. She had just sat there and listened to her ex plot on her boyfriend. No matter what Fabion may have done to her, she never would want to see him hurt.

“Yo, Ahnesty!”

“Huh?” she asked.

“I’ve been standing here talking to you for the past two minutes,” Khan said.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear him come in the room. He had her thought process messed all the way up.

“My bad, my head and hand is throbbing. I just need to get home and take a hot long shower and get my mind together,” she told him.

“You sure you good?” Khan asked skeptically.

“Yup, I’m good. It would have been nice to wake up to some breakfast or something.” She smirked.

“My bad. I was about to head down to the kitchen but I got a phone call and it through me off track,” he explained.

I bet it did, she thought. “It’s cool, but thanks for letting me crash here. I really appreciate it.”

“No biggie. I already told you I’m here whenever you need me.” He smiled as he bent down to kiss her forehead. “Let me walk you out.”

As soon as she reached her car, she turned her phone back on and threw it on the charger. She had all types of voicemails and text messages pop up. Ignoring them all, she called Faizon. He answered on the third ring.

“Do you know how bad I wanna fuck you up now that I know you're okay? You had everybody losing their damn minds because we were worried about you!” he yelled.

Ahnesty was starting to feel bad about her decision to turn her phone off.

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