Forbidden Love With a Thug III by Shvonne Latrice Page A

his ass right back.
    “What's up?”
    “Aye, no need to get at that Ali cat, I took care of the problem.”
    “Why? I told you I had the shit! Why the fuck did you go behind my back and do something you knew I specifically didn't want you to do, Kilexis?” he hollered.
    “Nigga, calm yo’ little ass down! Crying and shit like some little bitch! We on the same fucking team, this ain't no competition, Kantwan! Sometimes you have to do shit old school and not the way you're trying to do it! You don't know this nigga, and he could have you fucked out here!” I frowned as I removed my gloves.
    “Fuck you, Kilexis.” He hung up.
    I clenched my jaw and just shook my head. I was surprised to see that no one had found Isaiah yet and called the police or some shit. I heard no commotion whatsoever, but that was fine with me because it just meant he hadn’t been found yet. I sped out of there, and was gonna go see Kantwan but I decided against it. I went to Ka'Shea's house instead, because maybe he could get through to his ass. I wasn't gonna keep doing this bullshit with him. He needed to realize that we were on the same side and not competing against one another.
    “What's good, bro?” Ka'Shea greeted me.
    “Man, your little brother is on some bullshit for real. He out here mad because I took care of some shit that I warned him I was gonna take care of.”
    “Like what?”
    “He told me some nigga threatened his shorty at school, and when I asked for his last name, he came at me talking about he's got some I.T. guy that can hack anything. He was gonna have him pull up the nigga’s information so we could look into him more.”
    “Does he know the I.T. nigga well?”
    “Hell nah he don't! And ain't shit we need to know about the guy we’re looking for. Kantwan murked the nigga’s brother, and he was trying to seek revenge. Why wait to look him up and allow him to possibly go through with something?”
    “True. So what, he's mad because you handled the shit before him? Kantwan is stupid as fuck sometimes,” Ka'Shea laughed.
    “Hella stupid. Nigga hung up in my face and everything.” I watched Ka'Shea roll a couple blunts.
    “So what you do to old boy?”
    “I stabbed his ass up in some little alley by the school.”
    “You wore gloves and shit right?”
    “Fuck yeah I had on gloves. Matter fact, I need to torch the knife in your backyard or some shit.”
    “That's fine. Aye, I been meaning to talk to you about who shot your ass.” Ka'Shea took a pull on the blunt.
    “I know. We gon’ find out, I just hope we do so before their asses strike again. I had someone watch Portland and Sonny, and they didn't see shit so now I'm really flabbergasted.”
    “Fuck.” He rubbed his eyes and leaned back before passing me the blunt. “So it was Leroy.”
    “Leroy… Leroy?” I frowned and he nodded with his eyes closed. “How do you know?”
    “Blow told me. He said every nigga in the hood knew it was him. I think homie was still heated that you fired his ass.”
    “No wonder he’s been low-key as fuck as of late.”
    “Well, I popped his ass for you about a week and a half ago already, bro. I didn’t want him trying to get your ass again.”
    “I just don’t get why he would’ve waited so damn long to get me. Something ain’t right here, Shea. If he was that pissed, he would’ve gotten me as soon as I let him go.”
    “I ain’t even think about it that way. So you think someone put the idea in his head?”
    “I am definitely feeling that way. He done hooked up with someone else who don’t fuck with us, that’s what I’m thinking. Leroy ain’t no bitch, he wouldn’t have waited this long if he was really feeling some type of way.”
    “I agree,” he nodded and took a pull. “So who you thinking?”
    “Nigga, I don’t know. To be honest, Ahmad and Dante keep circling my mind. I’m feeling like they’re working against us, but making silent moves in a way.”
    “This shit is just gonna get