Page 23 of Another Night With Me

Zaylee snapped her head back, giving me a look that said she wasn’t moving. “No, I don’t know this nigga, and I don’t like his energy either. He ain’t finna do nothing to you, let me call Mi-”

“No shit, she carrying my fuckin’ baby. The fuck I’ma put my hands on her? Ain’t nan’ nigga finna come between me and mine. Call whatever nigga you want, just know he leaving in a coffin.” Niko shot Zaylee a dirty look, and she rolled her eyes scoffing at him.

“Zaylee, chill. I’ma be fine. I need to talk to him anyways,” I explained to Zaylee, moving towards my belly. She hesitated like she didn’t want to get up, but she slowly slid Zayden’s car seat out the way, then moved over allowing me to slide out the booth.

As soon as I was on my feet, Niko grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the front of the restaurant.

“Can you slow down?” I asked, struggling to keep up with his fast pace.

When Niko glared back at me, I wished I would have kept my mouth closed. Although he was looking like he wanted to beat my ass, he slowed his pace down. We finally made it outside, and he led us over to his GMC Sierra. This truck looked brand new, I almost didn’t want to stand next to it because it was so nice.

He opened the passenger door. “Get in.” He motioned, holding his hand out to help me in.

“For what?” I asked, looking at his hand like it had shit on it.

“Real talk, Yanna, I’m not in the mood. Get in the fuckin’ car,” Niko barked at me.

The bitch in me wanted to tell him to kiss my ass. I really wanted to blow him off the way he did me. Instead, I pushed his hand away and turned to get in the truck myself.

“Be fuckin’ careful.” Niko grabbed my hand making me take his help.

“Well, if you weren’t driving this big ass monster truck, I wouldn’t need help,” I smartly replied with a huff of hot air as I finally got in the seat. My big ass was out of breath from getting in this truck. Niko just shot me a dirty expression before slamming the door shut.

“Why you starting the car?” I questioned him, once he got in the car.

“Stop asking me dumb shit. I really ain’t tryna hear shit besides why you ain’t told me about my seed.”

“I tried to,” I defensively said, rolling my eyes at Niko. Being in his presence was getting under my skin. I thought we were going to go outside and talk. Not a ride to who knows where.

“You ain’t tried shit,” he evilly spat, glaring at me.

“I definitely called you and told you we needed to talk. Remember? You told me you ain’t have time, so I said fuck it. You’d find out eventually, and if you didn’t, oh well.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“You outta yo’ mutha fuckin’ mind.” Niko shook his head at me. “On God, you lucky you pregnant. I dead ass wanna knock you upside yo’ head.”

“That’s fine and all, but as soon as you put yo’ hands on me, you going to jail. my nigga. This ain’t that,” I smartly remarked, returning his evil gaze.

“The fuck some hand cuffs gon’ stop? I’ma bail out and come beat yo’ ass again,” Niko said, then mushed me in the side of my head. I smacked his hand away.

“Don’t touch me, stupid.”

“I do what the fuck I want. Take all that bass out yo’ fuckin’ voice. I’m the only person got a reason to be mad in this bitch.”

“If you wanna be mad, be mad at yourself! You blew me off.”

“Yo’ ass should have led with tellin’ me you was carrying my seed. Fuck all that other shit.”

“Nigga, you was acting like you had so much going on, but here you are looking like you’ve been living your best fucking life.”

Niko still looked good as fuck, his curly hair sat on the top of his head, fresh line up, he was dressed down in a white polo, jeans, brown Gucci belt, white forces, a Rolex on his wrist. Niko looked like a fine nigga with money, and I hated that shit.

“A nigga gon’ look good no matter what. But that don’t have shit to do with you not tellin’ me you pregnant.”

Smacking my lips at his cocky ass reply I had to bite back my smile. “Okay, well, you should have made time to talk to me.”

“Like you said, I had shit going on that needed my attention. Shit was chaotic.” Niko sighed.

“But what does that have to do with me?”