Forbidden Love With a Thug III by Shvonne Latrice Page B

worse.”
    “I know.”
    The more I thought about the fact that Leroy was the one who shot me, the angrier I got. If that muthafucka was crazy enough to shoot me in broad daylight in front of hundreds of people, then he clearly had someone in his corner that he believed could protect him. I needed to find out exactly who that was, and the more that I did, the more in denial I became.

Chapter Five: Cheyla
    Tonight, Ivy, Jersey, Raleigh, and I were gonna go out to this lounge. It was partially a club, but since I was carrying at the moment, we wanted to go some place where I wouldn’t be shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of sweaty ass niggas who would be bumping into me. I chose to wear some pumps, along with skinny jeans, and a strapless top. My stomach wasn’t bulging too much, so I was taking full advantage of that.
    As I brushed my edges down, Kantwan walked into the room looking a little bummed. He'd been like that for the past couple of days, ever since he came back from seeing his brother. I'd been trying to just let him get over it, but now I decided to talk to him. I needed him to spruce up a bit.
    Standing up from my vanity I asked, “What's wrong, Kantwan?”
    He plopped down onto the bed, and then fell backwards to look up at the ceiling. He then massaged his closed eyes, before reopening them and sitting up straight again. I rubbed his bare back as he stared down as his hands.
    “My brother is working my fuckin' nerves.”
    “Which one? Shea?”
    “Nah man, Kill. I specifically told his ass I was gonna handle old boy who got at you, but he beat me to it. He went about it in a way that I didn't like, and that shit has me hot.”
    “Isaiah? Oh shit, that was Kill who got him?” I quizzed and he nodded.
    There had been a stabbing at my school, and when they pulled the camera footage by that area, they realized someone had focused the camera's lens into the wall. By saying that, they had no idea who had stabbed Isaiah. I knew Kantwan or his brothers were behind it since I had texted Kill Isaiah’s description, but I had no idea that Kill had done it his damn self. I just knew he’d hired a flunky to do the work.
    “I just need to distance myself from him for a little bit so I can get my mind together.”
    “Kantwan, Kill was just trying to help. I mean you guys are brothers and you are working for the same goal. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, baby. You know he didn't mean anything by it.”
    “Don't fucking tell me what ain't a big deal, aight? I don't appreciate people stepping on my fucking toes! I don't give a fuck who it is! If I say I'm gonna take care of something, then let me fucking do it!” He shot up off the bed and barked down into my face.
    I just stared up at him with a confused expression. Kantwan had never yelled at me like that, at least not while we'd been in a relationship. That's excluding the night he caught me stripping. This was still different though, because I really saw no reason for him to be this angry. He was acting like a bitch in my opinion, but I wouldn't dare say that shit right now. If I did, I would not be surprised if he backhanded me.
    “Fine Kantwan, do what the fuck you want.”
    “I will do what I want! And since you're so team Kill, maybe you should start fucking him and spending his money.” He snatched a shirt from his closet and stormed out.
    “Whatever,” I mumbled lowly as I grabbed my MAC lip lacquer to put on my lips.
    Once I finished, I got up to check myself out in the mirror. I pushed my freshly pressed hair behind my ears, and then smiled at my appearance. I looked good and I was gonna have a good time tonight. I didn't feel like dealing with Kantwan's bratty ass attitude. Shit, and now that Isaiah was gone, I was gonna party even harder to celebrate. I don't know how I was gonna do it with no alcohol, but I would try.
    My phone buzzed on the dresser, and I saw it was a text from Raleigh, letting me know Jersey was outside. I grabbed my phone