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Walik down. “This you or something?” He pointed to Imani.
“All day long,” Walik snapped.
“Don't seem that way to me,” Kree responded.
Imani placed her hands on her hips. “I'm dancing, niggah, what?” she spat at Walik.
“You want me to slap the shit outta you?” Walik said to Imani.
“Yo, my man,” Kree said, “don't trip. Please don't. My PO is in this ma'fucker and I don't need him witnessing me knockin' you the fuck out.”
“Niggah,” Walik pushed Imani to the side, “who the fuck are you?” He pushed his shirt open to reveal the butt of his gun.
“Wooo…I'm scared,” Kree said sarcastically. “Niggah, is you fuckin' playin' cops and robbers with me? See that camera up there?” He pointed toward the ceiling. “It's a niggah with a TEC-9 pointed directly at your fuckin' head. Now, my advice to you is to take it the fuck down.”
“Ma'fucker, please.” Walik frowned. “Get the fuck out my face. Imani, get ya shit.”
“Niggah,” Imani spat, “I ain't going nowhere with an escaped convict.”
“Escaped?” Walik laughed. “For your information, I was paroled.”
“Paroled? Then go get your bracelet checked in and leave me alone.” She looked at her watch. “Your curfew passed over an hour ago.”
“Didn't I tell you to get your shit and let's bounce? Why you still popping off at the mouth?”
“I ain't moving,” Imani insisted.
“If you wanna live you'll get yo' shit and get this niggah the fuck out my face,” Walik said, “before I catch another case!”
“Whatever, yo' I ain't beat for this bullshit.” Kree twisted his smooth lips. “Stay sweet, ma.” And he walked away.
“I swear I feel like dragging you all over this fuckin' club!” Walik stared at Imani.
“Niggah, please.” Imani sighed.
“You fuckin' that faggot-ass Rican?”
“What you think?” Imani snapped. “I ain't fuckin' yo' black ass.”
“I asked you a question: Are you fuckin' him?”
“Did you fuck Shante?”
“I did… and I was wrong.”
“Well then, ditto.” “You was wrong, or you fucked him?” The vein in Walik's neck started thumping.
“You know what,” Imani could feel the tears clouding her eyes, “I don't even feel like arguing with you. No I'm not fuckin' him. I don't even know him.”
“You look like you knew him to me.”
“Whatever,” she screamed. “I just met that niggah. Now either you believe it or not.” She turned to walk away. “Fuck you!”
Walik grabbed Imani by the waist. “Where you goin'?” He pulled her close so that her back was against his chest. He kissed her on the back of the neck. “You know I love you and I trust you, right?”
“I've heard it all before, Walik.”
“This time is different, baby. Being in prison made me see that I was fuckin' up my life and fuckin' up my relationship with you and my son. Y'all my world, ma. But let me explain something to you.” Walik nuzzled his broad nose into Imani's neck. “If I catch you with another niggah, I'ma beat yo' ass. Now, I heard that shityou said on the phone,
Go suck a dick, go get a new jumpsuit
, your friends all snappin' on me and shit, it's cool. I can take it, 'cause I know you're hurt and it's some shit we gotta work through…”
“Niggah—” She tried to pull away from his embrace.
“Don't interrupt me.” He pulled her back in. “I'm speaking. But if you ever in your life talk about my son calling another man daddy or how a niggah's cum slides down your throat, it's gon' be over for you.”
“Who the hell you talking to—me?” Imani started to raise her voice.
“Don't do that, ma,” Walik said calmly. “You see I'm talking to you right, all nice and calm. I really wanna choke the shit outta you, so it would be your best bet not to wild out on me in here.”
“What you expect me to do, Walik? Look at what you did, she's pregnant, Walik.” Tears filled Imani's eyes.
“I love you and I ain't goin' nowhere. I'm sorry. I really am. That bitch
“All day long,” Walik snapped.
“Don't seem that way to me,” Kree responded.
Imani placed her hands on her hips. “I'm dancing, niggah, what?” she spat at Walik.
“You want me to slap the shit outta you?” Walik said to Imani.
“Yo, my man,” Kree said, “don't trip. Please don't. My PO is in this ma'fucker and I don't need him witnessing me knockin' you the fuck out.”
“Niggah,” Walik pushed Imani to the side, “who the fuck are you?” He pushed his shirt open to reveal the butt of his gun.
“Wooo…I'm scared,” Kree said sarcastically. “Niggah, is you fuckin' playin' cops and robbers with me? See that camera up there?” He pointed toward the ceiling. “It's a niggah with a TEC-9 pointed directly at your fuckin' head. Now, my advice to you is to take it the fuck down.”
“Ma'fucker, please.” Walik frowned. “Get the fuck out my face. Imani, get ya shit.”
“Niggah,” Imani spat, “I ain't going nowhere with an escaped convict.”
“Escaped?” Walik laughed. “For your information, I was paroled.”
“Paroled? Then go get your bracelet checked in and leave me alone.” She looked at her watch. “Your curfew passed over an hour ago.”
“Didn't I tell you to get your shit and let's bounce? Why you still popping off at the mouth?”
“I ain't moving,” Imani insisted.
“If you wanna live you'll get yo' shit and get this niggah the fuck out my face,” Walik said, “before I catch another case!”
“Whatever, yo' I ain't beat for this bullshit.” Kree twisted his smooth lips. “Stay sweet, ma.” And he walked away.
“I swear I feel like dragging you all over this fuckin' club!” Walik stared at Imani.
“Niggah, please.” Imani sighed.
“You fuckin' that faggot-ass Rican?”
“What you think?” Imani snapped. “I ain't fuckin' yo' black ass.”
“I asked you a question: Are you fuckin' him?”
“Did you fuck Shante?”
“I did… and I was wrong.”
“Well then, ditto.” “You was wrong, or you fucked him?” The vein in Walik's neck started thumping.
“You know what,” Imani could feel the tears clouding her eyes, “I don't even feel like arguing with you. No I'm not fuckin' him. I don't even know him.”
“You look like you knew him to me.”
“Whatever,” she screamed. “I just met that niggah. Now either you believe it or not.” She turned to walk away. “Fuck you!”
Walik grabbed Imani by the waist. “Where you goin'?” He pulled her close so that her back was against his chest. He kissed her on the back of the neck. “You know I love you and I trust you, right?”
“I've heard it all before, Walik.”
“This time is different, baby. Being in prison made me see that I was fuckin' up my life and fuckin' up my relationship with you and my son. Y'all my world, ma. But let me explain something to you.” Walik nuzzled his broad nose into Imani's neck. “If I catch you with another niggah, I'ma beat yo' ass. Now, I heard that shityou said on the phone,
Go suck a dick, go get a new jumpsuit
, your friends all snappin' on me and shit, it's cool. I can take it, 'cause I know you're hurt and it's some shit we gotta work through…”
“Niggah—” She tried to pull away from his embrace.
“Don't interrupt me.” He pulled her back in. “I'm speaking. But if you ever in your life talk about my son calling another man daddy or how a niggah's cum slides down your throat, it's gon' be over for you.”
“Who the hell you talking to—me?” Imani started to raise her voice.
“Don't do that, ma,” Walik said calmly. “You see I'm talking to you right, all nice and calm. I really wanna choke the shit outta you, so it would be your best bet not to wild out on me in here.”
“What you expect me to do, Walik? Look at what you did, she's pregnant, Walik.” Tears filled Imani's eyes.
“I love you and I ain't goin' nowhere. I'm sorry. I really am. That bitch
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