Forbidden Love With a Thug III by Shvonne Latrice

Portland. No bullshit this time.”
    “No bullshit.” I pulled her closer to me, and kissed her soft lips.
    “And to think Ramia said you would bring me nothing but my demise,” she said, referring to one of her hating ass friends. And to think I let that bitch give me some head.
    “Ramia is just jealous,” I smirked before pressing my lips against hers.
    For now, I was feeling this thing with Breesha and me. But once the damn baby got here, I’m sure all of that would change. I wasn’t meant to be the head of a household. I was meant to live like a king, fuck plenty of bitches, and spend plenty of money, nothing more nothing less.
     
    Chapter Five: Kilexis
    Kantwan had me irritated as fuck. I knew he thought he knew what the fuck he was doing, but he didn't. He didn't understand that niggas were everywhere trying to catch somebody slipping. As much as I wanted to pay him no fucking mind, I couldn't let my brother go out like that. He would be mad that I stepped on his toes but oh well. This act would benefit us all in the end.
    I'd just finished coming from getting the DNA test done, and Carter’s ass came too. They said they would have them for me soon, and to come back with Sophie in a week. Speaking of Sophie, I had to reschedule the initial appointment because she claimed she couldn't get the day off. To make sure her ass wasn't lying, I showed up to her job, explained the situation, and lucky for her, the boss confirmed it for me. But, he also made sure to give her today off so we could get it done. I was a bit anxious to find out the results even though I knew deep down that baby was not mine. It just couldn't be.
    Parking at Cheyla's school, I pulled out my phone and read the description of the nigga she said had threatened her. I then called my little homie that I had lurking up here all day, because I needed him to give me a location on the nigga so I could get at his ass. Once he gave me the spot, I hopped out of my whip and jogged over by the library. Leaning up against the outside, I checked my phone and saw my homie text me that Isaiah was on his way out.
    “Isaiah?” I quizzed when some nigga with dreads came out of the library.
    “Why you looking for Isaiah?” he countered.
    “I'm looking for you because I wanna have a talk about some shit you’ve been spewing out.”
    He scoffed and then tried to pass by me like I was some bitch, so I grabbed him up by his collar and shoved him into the wall, after pulling him into some little alley like area.
    “Aye man, back the fuck up off me!”
    “Listen bitch, I don't appreciate you making threats to my little sister. I don't play that shit, and unfortunately you had no warning before making your big mistake.” He tried to move but I was way stronger than him. And because the little alley was so small, people were just walking by not even paying attention. Due to him not wanting to relinquish his pride, he refused to call for help despite the fear that had filled his body.
    “And what the fuck you gon' do, huh? That little hoe had my brother set up, and I'm gon' make her pay for it.”
    I just smiled and subtly removed my pocketknife.
    “You thought I was playing?” I squinted my eyes and cocked my head as I repeatedly plunged my knife into his midsection.
    He stared into my eyes as if I was his closest friend betraying him. Whenever he got ready to speak, I would stab him again, knocking the wind out of his stomach. I wiped my knife off with his shirt, and then let him slowly slide to the floor. To make sure he had checked out, I slowly slid my knife across his neck, slitting his throat. I then made sure no one was close by, and surprisingly it was rather clear. I guess this was a popular class time, which is why no one was outside. Making my way out, I walked to the car calmly as if nothing had happened.
    Once I got to my car, I pulled out my dummy phone from the glove compartment and dialed Kantwan. He didn't pick up the first time, so I called