****Chapter Playlist****

Eeny Meany Miny Moe - Sheff G (Dumbass)
Quiet Storm Remix - Mobb Deep Ft Lil Kim
Poison - Brent Faiyaz

Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su
New York, NY
Four Days Later

Another grand opening, for another club. Work as usual, but Ant, Boone and surprisingly Wadz were in the city tonight. Our grand opening nights are always a big success and I haven't seen Boone in months so I welcomed the company.

Nandini was also in New York and as of three days ago that's where Killian has been spending her days, at her mums house and only speaking to me if absolutely necessary. If she came home, she would fall asleep on the couch, over her laptop with her work information still up. I wasn't in a rush to apologize for shit, she's upset I put that bitch in his place for disrespecting her. As a man when another man is disrespecting my woman, I have to handle that. And so what the boys were a bit rough, but an unhappy wife is a very unhappy life which, I don't have time for. The problem is she is way too smart for her own good, because what about a home invasion screams Live Yours? Okay, maybe, everything but still we aren't the only organized crime syndicate in this large city.

The club as usual was jam packed and tonight we decided to mingle amongst the crowd for a change. Boones idea really, but he was the only unmarried one so I suppose this was his scouting season. There were tons of women walking around, outnumbering the amount of men by a ton and half naked bodies rushed against mine as people walked about.

"Yo," Ant yells to me, pulling me, "I think your ex is here." And I shrug, because she's not dead? She might as well be because I never thought about her after I moved out of Bush.

"Let her spend money, after tonight none will accept her." He nods, and pulls his camera out recording the crowd before flipping the camera to us. Throwing my L's up, I feel a hand creep up my shirt. Ant quickly drops the camera as I grab the clueless broads hand throwing it off of me, "You stupid?" I ask loudly over the music, sticking my left hand in her face.

"Okay?" She gives me a stupid blank look. I throw my drink in her face, before reaching over and tapping security to escort her out. "Get her out before I slap her, and list her." I don't care what situation I was in at home, I'd never step out on my Killian. Not an option. Plus I hated thirsty shit, it was the least attractive personality trait for a woman to have.

The look of surprise that took over her face as security ushered her out, made her flick me off as she cursed about her wet outfit. The music continued to play loudly as strobe lights danced around the extra large converted warehouse. Should've Ducked by Lil Durk and Pooh Shiesty played when I feel my phone go off in my pocket.

Wifey:
Yo come outside.

How did she even know where I was?

"I'm outside quick." I inform the guys and make my way through the packed crowd to the back door where I push open the emergency exit, and I see black air forces on her tiny feet. She's dressed in sweat pants and a sweat shirt with her hair slicked back.

"Yo." I call her attention, closing the door behind me and as I walk over to her energy seems stormy and confrontational.

"Wassup?" She very informal, pupils dilated with just a ring of green around big black orbs.

"Nothing, I'm at work." I point back towards the door. Her arms are crossed and her body language is very defensive, so I watch her very carefully. I feel an anger radiating off of her that blazes like a furnace and suddenly there's a pins and needles sensation that prickles my eyebrow, even though she's empty handed I still keep my eyes trained on her hands.

When angry, Killian is far from the girl who likes to run through country fields barefoot counting stars. Far from the mild mannered, sweet faced good girl she presented for people like my parents.

"We don't see eye to eye and you got bitches touching you in the club? You single?" That tone in her voice gets deep and extra aggressive, as she takes a step closer to me. Kissing my teeth I shake my head before leaning my head against the wall, as I look to the side she pushes my chin towards her.

"Why you playing with me right now?" The malevolent gleam in her eye, sickly turned me on. Pulling my face away I shake my head. "It's not even like that."

"So what's it like?"

"What you saw, but I moved her hand." Could sound like bullshit but it's what it was.

"Ok so let me talk to her then." I know how she talks and it wasn't with words, she begins walking down the alley to the front of the building but I stop her at the side corner and see her car parked on the corner with someone staring at us from the inside.

"Cut it out. Security scrapped that." I grab her arm gently pulling her towards me, since there was still a line at the entrance to get in, a line of people waiting for other patrons to leave since we are at capacity.

"You can take her ass whooping too then." She's filled with attitude as she stares me up and down, her mug very intimidating but so fucking beautiful.

Ameena appears behind her, snaking her arms around her from the back as she leaned her chin onto Killians shoulder. "You ready?" Ameena asks completely ignoring me, and Killian nods. "Just about."

I can hear a group of laughter and it's high pitched and annoying as they exit. "And do you see the fucking outfit?!" The group of girls snickered, about four in total.

"Kills let's go." Ameena grabs her hand ready to pull her away, and there was no mistaking that the comment was made loudly on purpose.

"Oh my God, is that Cench? Nikki, look." The nasally voice barely whispers in our direction and it catches Killians attention, as well as Ameenas. The sharp heels hit the floor as the group comes closer to us now, and there she is in front of me after years.

Nicole, the slore. "Oh hey, Oakley." She says to me by I don't respond to her as Killian stares at me. I cut my eyes at her, but then all I do is look at Killian as she is taking in her surroundings, quickly glancing everyone over she puts her hands in front of her one hand cradling the next.

Fuck.

A loud whistle can be heard from the walk path of the club, "Oi you slag, you know how mans move there. Fuck off." Ant emerges as he tells Nicole and her friends off. He knows what my next steps would be, and we're all suppose to staying out of trouble.

"Ah, I see the help is still always speaking for you." She says distastefully watching Ant up and down as his hand was placed behind his back, and mine in my pocket. 

"Bitch—" Ameena walks up to her but I watch Killian holds her back with a smirk on her face. And that's not a good thing.

"Keep your head tonight. Go." I finally say to Nicole, meaning it both literally and figuratively.

"Says who? You? My man has enough money to fucking buy you." She giggles and her friends join in, and as if on cue and big black Escalade pulls up and she smiles at all of us. "Daddy's here." Nicole repulsively claps her hands, and the passenger side door opens and the sound of dress shoes hit the asphalt and the person in front of me makes me shake my head and chuckle dryly at once.

Jude Bellingham stands infront of us, and as I look over at Killian, she and Ameena can't stop laughing. In fact the whole crew is privy to the joke, and it makes it all the more sweet when I get to beat dog shit out of him again. Seeing how my dick tasted once wasn't enough for him I guess.

"So the downgrades laughs too? Usually those unflattering as you are the most quiet." Nicole says in Killians direction, and my blood begins to boil because I want to see her brain splattered all over for that comment.

"I hope you're ready." I inform Nicole as I keep my hand in my pocket on my gun and my awareness of the half full line still looming at the front of the club. Nicole gives me a pointed look, like I was somehow beneath her. The point in me telling her to leave so there was no bad publicity surrounding our new club. "Ou wait! You're his ex, the one I'm better than." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Jude smiles at her before staring at Killian with some sort of smug smirk.

"You don't want no problems shordy. I'm telling you." Killians says to Nicole, in a half scoff half chuckle she informs her of the truth.

"Letting your bitch talk reckless when you know what's good is mad." Wadz says to Jude shaking his head, "Nicole you and your friends leave before it gets scary here."

"Bitch? Watch it." Jude asks as if Wadz was suppose to shrink, his tough guy act is so amusing.

"Or what pussy?" Wadz sized him up, and that was one who would put Jude to sleep forever with just his fists with how much he's suppressed his anger due to therapy.

"That's what he said right? Because she's not like that, and she's chatting bare shit because you and the musketeers standing there now." Ameena says matter of factly putting her hair in a bun, "I will really mash you up a fourth time Nicole." Ameena promises. For all the shit she talked she was another one who had the hands to match her mouth.

"So what's the problem then cause you're not chatting to my friend like that?" An unknown female says from behind Nicole, "And who are you again?" Ameena responds and she's not nice either.

As she went to say something, Ameena closes her open palm in her face signaling her to shut up. "Nobody, thought so."

"Nikki why are we arguing with bitches who couldn't even get in the club to begin with! Not by the dress code or looks." The same girl rolls her eyes looking to Nicole, who stood behind Jude as the scene continued to escalate. See, Nicole wasn't bold like the shit she talked and if she wasn't five people deep she wouldn't have even looked in my direction. One thing I do remember about her, is she loved a crowd and it didn't matter the type of attention.

Killian has one hand in the waist band of her sweat pants, and the other hand at the corner of her mouth as she chewed the inside of her lip. Shaking my head, well wishes to whoever's on the other side. "Wait Meena, she just asked if we wanna fight?"

"Sounded like it." Ameena shrugs, and the guys and I look at each other and take one decent sized step back.She walks up to Nicole, who stood behind Jude. "Where you at?"

"Killian back off." Jude says looking down at her, and I'm fully ready to empty clip if Killian just said so. I'm moving on her timing, if she say go, I'll turn the whole fucking block up.

"Nicoollle." Killian taunted her, and Boone begins laughing.

"You're a lunatic, no wonder your brother and dad kill—" Ameena gasps at the statement that wouldn't be finished, and Killians hand comes up quickly with all knuckles punching her dead in the face. It was more than deserved. From that hit Ameena got to work on the mouth piece of a friend, and Jude tries to grab Killian off of Nicole I put my gun in his back.

"Oi, hands off!" I stuck it deeper in his side, and he puts his hands up, as Killian is doing nothing but feeding hits to this girls face. She's leaking all over the concrete, and calling for Jude to help her but he won't because if he made one move they'd be burying him by the end of the week.

It's a scene of pure chaos as no one person is calm at this moment, stashing my gun back in my pocket with the safety on. I tap Jude on his shoulder before my fist drives through his face with all the rage of the work week behind it, and he stumbles back before dropping to the floor. I look up and see two of the girls approaching Killian as she finally dropped a bloodied up Nicole.

"Come get it." She invited, barely winded. Killian throws a blow that lands one of the girl flat on her ass before she bounced right back up, probably souped up off tequila and coke then she slung her purse at her as Killian hit her other friend in the chin making her fall flat on her face. Before her bag could connect I kicked the girl into the gutter, and she lands with an audible 'oof'.

Wadz and Ant were prying Ameenas hands off the girls hair, and foot off her neck. Boone is stomping on a man at the drivers door of the black Escalade that Jude pulled up in, and Nicole is kneeled over a confused Jude who's just come to.

"So anybody wanna go again?" Killian asks the two girls who are trying to rush into their Escalade. "Nope cause bitches are weak!" Ameena follows up, the mouth piece has lumps, deep busted lip and looks like poorly used paint brush.

"Haha!" Ameena laughs holding the girls hair extensions, teasing her. "Take this cheap shit bitch." She throws it in the air and kicks it towards her.

Her and Killian are dying laughing, "Mad weak, too easy. Go suck out your motha wack bitch."

"You're fucking insane, stupid black bitch. Ugh!" Nicole fumbles for her phone, and drops it as I back hand her across the face. Her man stuck like a dead deer in headlights.

With my gun drawn on her, and even in the noise of New York City, it's dead quiet. "Come finish this bitch." I tell Killian, and Nicole rushes to her feet to defend herself stumbling, she tries to reach for Killians face to scratch her with the sharp nails on her fingers, but Killian weaves back and only catches her sweater.

Nicole ends up beneath Killian, and she's driving her fists into her face. Beating her into the concrete, and as I hold Jude at gun point I want to smile because I'm so proud of my princess. Nicole is swinging and only landing about three of the many hits she threw, Killian gets off her. "And it's my club silly ass bitch!" 

"I'm ready to go. These bitches are buns forreal." Killian begins walking off.  "Remember that ass whooping Nicole, cause we running it back every time I see you. It's up and stuck for you hoe!"

The moment they hear sirens, Jude and Nicole scramble for their vehicle. We all start to go back to Killians car, piling in we all peel off from the scene. Boone is in the back on his phone erasing the camera footage from the security tapes.

She's amped up on adrenaline because she's speeding through the street, swerving, and her knuckles are blanched underneath all the blood. "Everyone good?" Wadz asks from the back seat, everyone agrees except Killian who focused on the road and dodging the potholes, in her own real world version of grand theft auto.

"Yo street fighter, you straight?" Ant doubles down asking Killian. "I'm fine guys. Perfect." She sticks a thumb up in the middle so they see she's fine. She hits the radio so the silence doesn't consume the car again, and Eeny Meany Miny Moe by Sheff G blasts through the speakers.

"I got mad scars, got a scar here, a scar here, scar here, I got scars." The opening line speaks, a taunting beat vibrated the Benz speakers.

"Look, look, I ain't gotta cap, I ain't gotta flex. I ain't gotta stunt, I let niggas know
If he disrespect then he gotta-
If he disrespect then he gotta go." Sheff G raps, and she nods her head along as she uses one hand to bust a U-turn.

I almost came all over the inside of my pants, she didn't drive often if the two of us were in the vehicle but when she did, it was explicit thought provoking.

"There's an American song called girl fight. It's catchy y'know," Boone says and everyone laughs.

"Boone what do you know about Brooke Valentine?" She asks, and I'm intrigued too because he's the last person I'd expect to know about American music that's not current.

"My cousins are American." His comments lightens the grid iron mood in the car, drill music continues to play in the background but the group in the back is now chatting amongst themselves.

Her focus is still on the road as she dashes down west side highway, she's sexy and alluring. She's dangerous and it makes my dick ache, the way she pulled up on me with no questions as to where I was but just found me. Her jealousy at the image of someone else touching me made me feel warm and tingly, because she indeed was crazy and it surely was sensuous.

She comes to a slow stop as we pull into traffic, the red light warms her brown skin and she's walked away spotless because as she said they were light work. I reach over and pull her chin to look at me, and I'm staring perfection in the eyes. Her eyes are glassy and glazed over as she looks at me, and I know there's something much more wrong than she's leading on.

If the same thing was bothering us, it was the mention of her brother and father. It was the lowest of all blows, and for her to know that information means Jude disclosed that to her. I personally feel like I should get to kill him now, but that's just me. If she just told me to I'd get rid of them, just to give her satisfaction that it's something she doesn't have to deal with. I was suppose to fix all her problems to the point where she was suppose to walk around oblivious that there was anything wrong.

The traffic moves and she takes off into midtown where everyone's hotel was, when we finally pulled up to the hotel everyone got out and said their goodbyes. Killian and Ameena share a long hug, "You always have my back." Killian mutters to her.

"You always have me, and I always have you. Love you Kills." Ameena kisses her cheeks and skips off to hold hands with Ant.

"Ant wasn't lying about registering her hands." Wadz chuckled, "She handed out combos all night, you really found your other half." That earns a laugh from Boone.

"His mini me is no joke, did you see her hand down the front of her pants. Classic Cench. " Boone shakes his head with a light laugh, and I almost crack a smile as I watch her in the passenger typing on her phone. I wrap up and the car ride home is quiet, with the occasional tapping of her nails on her phone screen. We get into the flat and the dogs run up to her and she pets them a bit dismissively before going to the bathroom. They follow behind her smelling the blood on her hands and clothing, she takes a very hot and long shower and when she comes out I'm ready to hold her after I've showered in the guest room.

I really hated the club scene, I was never there for fun, always to make money and go. Now, as a married man that is no different. I probably hate it even worse now, because I know I should be at home under Killian.

"We need to talk." She says sitting across from me, sitting on left leg she puts an ash tray on the side table.

"Sup." I lower the television and avert my gaze to her, "Who was that?" She asks putting the blunt to her lips and lighting it, there's a large puff of smoke that begins to form around her.

"A girl."

"Another woman, not your mother that's on a first name basis with you?" There's a condescending way she tilts her head to the side as smokes lingers past her lips. Her eyes are squinted tauntingly, and her tongue wets her lip and the drinking I did earlier made this conversation hard to have with her. "Someone every one else knows by first name,"

"She's my ex Killian, damn man." I half mutter ready for the conversation to be over. Nodding her head with a fake deepened frown, like she's minimally surprised by my answer. Putting the blunt to her lips she pulls and ashes, "So why not just say that? Then it's the group of bitches calling your name plus you in the club getting felt on."

"I said it wasn't like that. I don't know those bitches like that, bro don't do that." I don't like what she's trying to insinuate, I know my integrity and she wasn't going to accuse me of shit.

"Still not addressing why you didn't just say she was your ex when I asked..."

"Because I don't give a fuck about her, and I'm proper irritated I didn't put a bullet in everyone since you seem to be thinking differently." Every time I tried to reel in my murderous thoughts something happens that makes my trigger finger twitch to the tenth degree.

"More importantly why haven't you been to bed?" I ask, the issue pressing on my conscience.

"Nandanis house, and the couch." She shrugs, and that nonchalant shit she did pissed me off like nothing else, then make it worse she's smoking so soon she'd go mute and just look at me like I was stupid.

"No shit Sherlock. Three days? You don't live there, and that's not where you sleep."

"I don't owe you an explanation if we being honest. You say what you want and then go where you want." Her eyes are low and red and she only shifts her eyes to me, the room hazy with smoke.

"I came home."

"After not saying where you were going, then putting the phone on dnd Oakley don't withhold details now." She recounted no infliction or energy in her voice. "And make that the last time you say some disrespectful shit to me and then walk out of this apartment."

"Yeah whatever." Of course I put the phone on do not disturb, I was smoking cigarettes something she would've chewed my head off for. Chain smoking and thinking about how my delivery could've been better on the subject of her quitting her job. I did want to apologize but she gave me no chance to by the time I woke up the next morning with a text from her saying she's going by her mom for a few.

"You move weird then do weird shit like tonight."

"Yo, do you have something to ask me?" I fret because she knew that dragging her statement out like this would only work me up.

"Hm yeah, are you still outside killing people and getting your dick sucked?" Killian is the pettiest person I've known to fucking date. "See that's hurtful right? Don't like it right?"

Childish.

I stare at her, counting to ten in my head and then again and again. As she stares back at me, even with the glare she holds to me, I see the woman who likes running through cow fields, star gazing, and playing mermaids.

It's not her. It's the situation.
It's not her. It's the situation.

I have to remind myself of this all the time, I have to remind myself our situation did not begin perfectly. Every apology I've ever given her I meant it, and that was my personal rule to mean every apology if I ever did have to apologize. That's exactly why I haven't apologized for getting her coworker done up, but I don't even know if I'd really be sorry for telling her to quit because I do want her to quit.

"I apologize for my behavior a few nights ago. My words were harsh and unreasonable." Biting back I say my words sincerely. She nods and takes another pull of her blunt, putting her head back on the couch cushion.

"There was a comment made tonight." I see her jaw clench and she takes a deep breath. "Yeah."

"What do you want me to do?" I take into consideration how she felt the last time I did something like that without 'consulting' with her.

For a moment it's quiet, "I want to beat her every time I see her in the street. That's what would make me happy."

That's when I heard it, she was trying not to cry. "She had no right," As she blinks the tears spill over onto her cheeks, "No right to speak on them." I take the seat next to her and pull her into me as I lay back. I hold her as she cries into my chest, and I don't know the words to comfort her because to me the only answer is to get rid of them.

"Whenever you want this over with, you tell me you want banana pudding." Because it wasn't a matter of if it was going to get done, but when it was going to get done.
The amount of self control it took not kill Jude tonight, I had to pat myself on the back.

"Can I curb stomp her and break all her teeth?" She asks as she sniffles.

"You can do whatever you want baby." I rub her back, and Severus whimpers at her, as he shoved his head between us to wipe her tears. She could do that to her before I killed her or to her dead body, I don't care anything that makes her feel better.

"I'm sorry tonight happened, and I'd never entertain anyone else. No matter what happens in this home, there is no one else not even momentarily." I confess, and she just nods.

"I've been away because your words hurt my feelings, and I did not appreciate you saying I didn't want to have a family with you, or insinuating I wouldn't be there full time." She finally admits and I appreciate her being honest with me about her feelings, and where I messed up so I can fix it.

"I said that out of anger, I didn't appreciate how you wouldn't allow me to protect and support you as your husband. Seeing you unhappy, makes feel very murderous rage if I'm being honest." Getting that off my chest felt like a load off and she looks at me with lovingly concerned eyes, touching my face she smiles lightly.

"Not everyone needs to die my love."

"But they do, especially if they play with you." I nodded, affirming to myself what I already knew, and making my intentions clear to her. I will kill Jude and I will kill Nicole, and whenever she decides to tell me she wants banana pudding, I'd serve it to her on a silver platter. For every tear she shed, they would drain an ounce of blood.

She's so soft and pretty like this now, plump lips parted and kissable. "I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I mutter against her lips before kissing her, pulling away from me she looks at my lips.

"Say please." Killians commands, and I melt like butter at what she wants from me.

"Please, baby don't make me sleep alone." I say sincerely, and it earns me a dual session of  scalp scratching and making out.

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