Lil Murda

"Damn mane it's that good?" Treach asked me laughing.

"Mane youon een kno'." I told him shaking my head thinking about how good Dallas felt wrapped around me while I was in her.

"You better than me I would've knocked all them windas' out that lil cah'." He said chuckled.

"Treach chill, don't give this mane no mo extra shit to do to that gul'." Wodie said hitting the blunt.

"I'll be back." I told them hopping in my vert.

I rarely drive unless I have to because of the type of work I was into. I had to make sure I stayed alert as much as possible.

Pulling out my iPhone I checked her location to see that she was stationed at a roof top restaurant downtown.

I couldn't believe that I was actually about to do some shit like this.

Stepping out of my car I noticed a familiar fragrance lingering in the air.

Turning around I came face to face with Cliff.

"Wassup mama?" I asked him giving him a hug.

"Mhm what you doing on these white folks side of town?" He asked me adjusting my jacket.

"Shit just riding." I lied.

He looked behind me smiling which caused me to turn around and she what the excitement about.

Looking back I noticed Dallas holding hands with Mississippi's #1 man.

Jordan Taylor

This motherfucka had went out and found her a boxer? Yeah but I needed to know if he could box his way out of a shoot out.

"Sorry we're late." She told Cliff avoiding eye contact with me.

"You wasn't ever going." I told her warning a smirk from him.

"I'm sorry?" She questioned me.

"Let's go Dallas." I told her watching Cliffs face drop a little but I didn't care, I had to make sure this is what her heart wanted before I could move on.

"No, please move." She said to me causing my temperature to rise.

She was making me angry as fuck right now.

"I don't think she wanna go with you potna'." He said stepping towards me.

"Nigga that boxing shit ain't nothing to a nigga that street fight." I told him standing my ground before turning to talk to her.

"Whatchu' roun hea pregnant and ain't said nothing for?" I asked her and she looked away.

"LaMarques please." By that time Cliff had already left and I felt my phone vibrating.

"I'm not asking you again." I told her placing my hands around her hips.

"LaMarques." She blushed.

"Me acting up ain't shit you wanna see Dallas." I told her.

"That's not good to say when you're a felon." She said and with that they walked into the restaurant.

Going back to my car I grabbed my Draco and stuffed it in my jacket pocket.

Walking inside the restaurant I let off 20 rounds.

Everybody began to scurry.

Looking around I noticed Jonathan running but Dallas standing attentive with her eyes on me.

"Look mane if she come with all this you can have her." He said running out.

This nigga was definitely a pussy.

"Mane getcho' lytebryte' ass to the cah'." I told her watching her step quickly in her heels.

"Okay Okay just please chill." She said fidgeting.

"Nobody not fixna shoot you." I told her looking around to see if I seen a worker of mine because I had men all over Mississippi.

"Aye nigga." I called out to a familiar face.

"Wasgood boss." He said walking over to me.

"Take this back to Wodie." I told him.

He nodded hopping in.

I got on the passenger side of her new Benz and put the seat back.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"Fuck you mean what was that fo'?" I asked her.

"You're having your fun so why can't I have fun of my own nigga you don't own me!" She yelled.

I laughed looking over at her.

"I definitely own that pussy, you done hit five niggas already and ain't none of them niggas satisfying you." I told her.

"Why are you in my business?" She asked.

"Your business is my business." I told her.

"Um no it's not LaMarques so chill out, when I attempted to like you-you showed me exactly what typa time you was on and I'm not with that." She said.

"What typa time I was on then?" I asked her sparking a blunt.

"You tried to fight me over Mercedes going through your phone calling me on some bullshit after me and her already have been going back and fourth at the club." She said.

"Mane that gul ain't doing nothin to you." I laughed at her jealousy.

"For one we already fought and I beat her ass in the locker room, so don't tell me what a bitch doing to me!" She hollered.

"You better watch your words when talking to me." I told her looking at the rain begin to fall.

"I ain't trying to drive in this Mississippi rain so we can head back to the house and I'll order you some food from that boujee ass restaurant." I told her.

"How when you shot it up?" She asked.

"I'll see what I can find but right now I gotta run somewhere for about an hour and I'll be back to ya." I told her.

"So there was no point in ruining my date." She pulled up on the curb parking the car.

Niggas was still out here partying at night in the rain, shit ain't make no sense.

Hopping out the car I noticed my vert across the street with Wodie.

Walking behind her she looked back towards her car.

"I need my purse."

"I already got it mama come on." I attempted to help her up the stairs with these high ass heels on.

"I got it." She said with her ass hanging from her shorts.

"You can't have on drawls." I shook my head watching her ass move in her shorts.

"I have on thongs so actually I do." She said walking into the house sitting on the sofa.

Her living room hit different to me because it was decorated so nice.

These females down here was old fashioned and only had like one couch and a rug, but Dallas had a full lay out in this bitch.

"You done changed the pillows again?" I asked her thinking about the pink pillows she just had in here yesterday.

"Boy you was just here earlier."

"I ain't notice that shit, I was trying not to fuck you up." I told her sitting down next to her.

"So where you going?" She asked.

"Whatchu' need to know fo shawty?" I questioned her.

"See this is why I don't fuck around with men because y'all do too much." She sassed walking into her room stripping.

"How I'm doing too much when I said I gotta handle some." I told her.

"And I asked what was it? Did you not just do all of that extra shit you just pulled at the restaurant?" She asked.

"I gotta make a play right quick." I told her thinking about Cliff.

"Nigga please you're going to see a bitch." She waived me off.

"I just fucked you before you left, you think I'd be outchea' seeing a bitch fucking them too?" I lied.

"You most definitely will coming in my home smelling like a cheap ass bitches perfume on you right now!" She sassed.

Dallas's problem was that she ain't ever had a nigga to really put it on her and shut that back talking up.

Grabbing her neck I pushed her down on the bed never breaking my grip on her.

She instantly with quiet looking at me with those pretty ass eyes.

She showed something I had never see in her before, fear.

"Ain't nobody gonna hurt yo pretty ass." I told her kissing her lips feeling her body loosen up.

"Yo last nigga used to hit you?" I asked her only for her to avoid my question.

"I'm going to shower, I'll see you when you get back." And with that she walked past me into the bathroom.