Page 40 of Trading Places

“He could’ve fucking got me killed,” I spit.

“Nonsense. They were ordered to not touch you,” my father says, trying to convince me. But I don’t care about none of that.

“You know I care about him.”

“Well, he knows how shit goes in the street. So, I had to handle shit.”

“Ah, where’s your hit men?” I ask.

My father looks down at his watch. “Ummm… they should have been here by now.”

“Right, well. They ain’t coming,” Drey’s voice booms from behind me.

Everyone looks at each other. “This motherfucker,” my father says.

Drey comes behind me. “Put the gun down, baby.”

“Oh, shit,” Kye says.

“You’re right,” I say and go over to my dad. I hit him over the head with the gun. I hit him over and over again, pistol-whipping his ass. “Leave my man alone.”

My dad falls to the ground, and no one moves. He groans on the floor, holding his head.

“We’re leaving. You try to go after my man, then you’re going to prison. Try me, and you’ll be away from your family,” I say, kicking him.

“No, you won’t…” he groans and chokes.

I look down at him and squat. “Anthony recorded the whole conversation at the bakery. His lawyers have it. You already had them kick down the door. That’s all the evidence I need.”

“Fine, we won’t touch him.” My mother finally speaks.

I grab Drey’s hand, and we walk out of the club. I tuck the gun in my bra. I’m done with they asses for real this time. I can finally move on.

Cause my dad ain’t trying to go to prison. That’s his worst fear. I really should have killed his ass, but I ain’t stoop low like that.

Drey opens my door, and I get in. “Now, we can go.”

* * *

We end up at my place in Solomon’s Island and after the shower, I need to relax after that bullshit my family pulled.

I have no idea what our future holds, but I’m sticking beside my man. Being with him helped me to realize that I have to live my own life.

“You know I want that ass,” I say, stroking my strap-on.

Drey climbs on the bed and gets on all fours.

“Oh, you giving it up like that,” I say, smacking his ass.

“Yes, you a bad bitch. Pistol whipping your daddy for me.”

“Yeah, cause if I didn’t do that, you would have shot his ass.”

“I would’ve; that’s why I wanted to leave. I know that nigga hot that I took his oldest baby from him.”

“He’ll be aight.”

I come behind him and kiss on his ass. I flip him over on his back.