Page 113 of Just Listen
I frowned. “Who said that I was fighting?”
Her eyes ballooned. “So, you’re shooting?”
I didn’t bother with a response.
She shook her head. “Boy, I can’t with you.”
Eyeing her, I licked my lips. “I’m saying. They got a mirror around?”
She hooded her eyes, appearing confused. “Yeah, why?”
“Let me get a view.”
“Okay,” she stressed, while traveling through the gym. Then once she reached a mirror, she flipped the camera.
I saw that she was wearing some leggings along with a cropped tank top. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail at the crown of her head, drawing attention to her tight eyes.
“Damn,” I grunted. The fit was definitely appropriate, but that body was so outrageous that everything felt provocative on her.
“Damn, what?” She smirked.
“Aye.” Somebody abruptly knocked on my window.
“Wait. Hold up, bae,” I told her, before rolling down my window. “What’s up?”
Paisley’s cousin Ken wore a mean-mug as he stood outside of my truck. He was a local knuckle head that was so reckless that Paisley's daddy kept his distance. The nigga was a tall, slim, heavily tatted, medium brown, yellow eyes having shiesty individual, and was known for robbing. “Aye, I been meaning to catch up with you,” he claimed.
“Catch up with me for what?” I grimaced.
“To address what’s going on with you and my lil’ cousin.”
I stroked my goatee. “What about it?”
“She just had a black eye, and she said that you gave it to her.”
I licked my lips. “Watch out,” I instructed, as I pushed my door open.
He slightly stepped back, allowing me to ease out of my truck.
“Now, what was said?” I queried, while squaring my shoulders.
“Paisley is telling me that you put your hands on her.
I licked my lips. “Look, nigga, Ion cop no pleas. Let’s get that straight. Secondly, you might wanna check the facts, before you approach a nigga like me. Ya cousin was out of order for showing up to my gal’s house with three other dumb bitches.”
“Nigga, Ion give a fuck what she did—”
Ken never finished his sentence, as I slapped the fire out of his mouth, sending him staggering backwards, kicking up dust in the process.
“Malice!” I heard Big Baby shouting through the phone.
“Damn!” The corner store hustlers erupted.
“Yeah, alright.” Ken angrily nodded, after catching his balance. “I got something for that,” he claimed, as he jogged back to his Buick.
“I stay ready, pussy ass nigga!”
Not bothering with a response, he hopped in the car, and skirted off the block.
