Ace

I opened the house door and smirked when I seen Shayla sexy ass standing there smirking;

"Damn you back already, I thought you was staying home?" I questioned Shayla as I closed the door behind us.

She scratched her head and rolled her eyes, "He trippin hard boo"

"Okay...He tripping and what made you come back here?"

"Nigga just shut the fuck up and fuck me" she said in a lusty tone.

She started walking towards me, taking off her shirt, standing there in her black lace bra and shorts.  She got some good ass taste in lingerie I'd admit that. She aint waste no time by taking off my shirt in the middle of the living room. I would think after all that crazy sex we had in the beginning of the day she, would wanna chill at least until tomorrow.

I grabbed her as she kissed my lips hungrily, causing me to pull back and stare at her.

"Damn Shayla slow down", I chuckled as she started kissing on my neck.

All this shit was making a nigga hard as hell and I'm ready to punish something. I picked her up and soon as I started walking to the steps, I heard someone banging on my door like they the fucking police.

"Who the fuck...hold on" I placed Shayla down and started walking towards the house door.

The knocking continued as I swung my door open and I could not believe who the fuck was standing at my door. I looked him up and down. How the fuck he find out where I ....Shayla, I quickly dead the thought on how he knew where I live.

"Eazy...what up nigga?

The look on his face, he was not thrilled to see me. I narrowed my eyes down at his hand, He got a gun, I thought.  He wasn't here to smoke or chill either. He stood there with red eyes, chest heaving up and down and chewing his bottom lip. He grilled me up and down, wiping the sweat from his upper lip with the gun still in hand.

I had to watch this nigga. I don't know If his shit was loaded or he was bluffing, but I wasn't scared of no gun. It aint the first time a nigga pulled a gat on me. But it damn sure was his last.

If this nigga brave enough to stand at my house with a gun, he better use it. If he don't, its definetely gonna be static, I don't give a fuck if this is city or not.

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Shayla

"Ace who is..."

I stopped right in my tracks as I felt my heart shatter at the look on Eric face when he seen me standing there without my bra on and my skirt. This cannot be happening, this is like a fucking horror scene and I have a feeling its gonna turn into a caution tape scene.

"Eric. How did. Why...- "

"Put your shirt on and lets fucking go" He stared at me with coldness in his eyes as spoke through a clenched jaw.

I watched him cock the chamber of his gun back and raise it at Ace. Ace just stood there, looking unphased at the fact that Eric just pulled a gun in his face.

I hurriedly rushed to pick up my shirt and bra as I watched Eric push past Ace, walking towards me pointing the gun at me.

"Eric...stop...please" I pleaded to him as I slowly grabbed my shirt.

I didn't wanna make any sudden movements and he put one in my ass, so I just slowly and calmly moved to gather my stuff. Eric eyes watched me and diverted to Ace the whole time. I knew this negro was crazy but, pulling a gun on me? that was a bit extreme, especially after all the shit he put me through.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill both yall motherfuckers right now", Eric said in a deep, menacing tone.

I didn't respond, but my mouth was open wide In shock. I literally was at lost for words as  I felt my tears fall as he stood there with no emotion but anger. This wasn't Eric. This was Eazy.

He was Cold, frightening and fearsome at this point.. He reached towards me and grabbed me by my ponytail, yanking me as if I was a ragdoll, causing me to let out a loud ass scream. I felt him yank me around towards the door and pushed me as he screamed. I stumbled back in shock;

"Oh, my god Eric stop!" I yelled as I wiped my tears away with my hair in a disheveled ponytail.

"GET YO ASS IN THE CAR NOW!"

I looked at Ace who stood there looking unconcerned but annoyed. I just hope that he doesn't get hurt. His eyes met mine and he nodded, which pissed Eric off even more.

"YOU STILL STANDING HERE GET THE FUCK IN THE CAR NOW!" Eric screamed and he placed his finger on the trigger, causing me to walk backwards making sure he doesn't pull that trigger.

He walked towards the door and turned back to Ace and gritted on him with his nose widening up. He made scowl across his face, cocking the chamber again to let this nigga know, he loaded.

"This aint over nigga, you in my city remember that" Eric turned his gun sideways in Ace face.

Ace just stood there observing his every move with a slight smirk and flared nostrils. God please don't let this nigga do nothing stupid.

Eric quickly grabbed me by the arm tight as hell as he dragged me across the street to his car.

"OUCH Eric your hurting me," I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Shut the fuck up, you won't crying when you was kissing that nigga" He spat while still gripping my arm tight as fuck.

He threw me inside of his car and closed the door, then jumped in his driver seat. I cried uncontrollably, ugly face and all. I just wish I would have stayed my ass home and none of this would have happened. Here I am, trying to do dirt and I got caught. So why am I the one that is crying and feeling like I'm the enemy in this situation.

Eric drove flying through the streets of the suburban neighborhood. More like 60 on a 25-mph street. I was so scared at how irate this man was. I looked out the window and sobbed to myself.

"SHUT THAT SHIT UP, CRYING AND SHIT CAUSE YOU WANNA BE A SCANDALOUS BITCH HOW MAN TIMES YOU SWALLOWED THAT NIGGA NUT BEFORE CRYING ,One? TWO? THREE?".

I rubbed my sore arm and bit down on my lips, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks. I feel so low. Stupid and useless.

"You aint gotta talk to me like that Eric" I mumbled as I continued to hang my head in disappointment.

"Bitch you out here fucking with other niggas and you gonna talk about don't talk to you like that, and I been fucking with your nasty ass raw!" Eric screamed.

That was it for me. he has crossed the line too many times.

"You know, you got some fucking nerve talking to me like you aint do way worst shit to me. the bitches the babies...- "

"My kids aint got shit to do with your ho ass" Eric roared at the top of his lungs. " IF YOU WAS SO SICK OF ME, WHY THE FUCK YOU AINT LEAVE HUH? CAUSE YO ASS DON'T HAVE SHIT WITH OUT ME"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR ASS ERIC, THATS WHY"

"YOU DONT LOVE SHIT, YOU A SLOPPY TOP GIVING ASS NEW YORK BITCH AND I ALLOWED YOUR HO ASS IN MY LIFE, THINKING YOU WERE DIFFERENT. YOU AINT DIFFERENT YOU JUST A BITCH WHO WAS GOOD FOR HOLDING MY NUTT AND AINT GET PREGNANT"

The more he screamed, the more the tears felt and the more numb i felt. I never would have allowed anyone to talk to me like this! I feel like a black girl lost and stupid in love. It doesnt make any sense to me.

Those words hit my heart like daggers. This is a man that once was loving, caring but I don't know who this motherfucker is. The fact that he thinks he is right and I'm wrong, he is a fucking idiot. This may be crazy but I rather walk the fuck home than deal with this.

"Let me out" I said as I unbuckled my seat belt.

"WHAT?" Eric glared as he turned his head in my direction. "You gonna sit yo ass there and shut the fuck up"

We pulled up to a ride traffic light and this was my perfect opportunity to get the hell out. I unlocked the door and stepped out on to the concrete, thanking god that there was no traffic this moment. I stepped on the pavement while walking. I crossed my arms as I crossed the street while Eric rolled next to me.

"Get In the car Shayla I'm not bout to play these games with yo ass' Eric screamed from the driver's seat out the passenger window.

"Go to hell Eric"

"Look Shayla, get yo ass in the car fo I leave yo dumb ass out here"

I could care less right now. I looked up at the sky as I walked, ignoring him. I know Eric wasn't that crazy to leave my ass out here walking in the middle of LA.

"Since I'm a ho, why not walk the fucking streets like one. You should be the main nigga walking then Mr. pull out game is weak and I can't just fuck one woman. Calling someone a Ho, YOU A HO!" I spat. "ERIC HO ASS WRIGHT"

"You wanna be a trick ass bitch walking the streets, fine Walk yo dumbass back to Compton"

I stopped in my tracks as I watched him pull off in full speed and his tires skidding across the pavement. This nigga really left me! I felt my lip quiver as I walked down the long LA streets in deep thought. I didn't have my car keys, my purse., money, NOTHING.

This shows me how he really feels about me, and I really think its time me and him leave each other alone. Now as far as him and Ace, I know this Is just the beginning of their problems. I pray for Ace because Eric holds status out here, this is his home however.

My feelings were so hurt that I walked the street crying and snotty nose and all, not giving a fuck who saw me. This is some real bullshit. He does wrong he gets chances, I do wrong because I was lonely I get called all types of shit and get left in the middle of the city to walk home. God knows how long that walk is from here to Compton.

I came from New York with nothing and now look where 'im at, a new state and back to square one like I just started. Except, In New York I can move how I want, out here in these grimy streets, I need to watch my back cause LA is just as bad as New York, maybe even worst.

All I know is when I reach Compton, somehow some way, Eric is gonna feel my wrath. Hell Hath no fury like a women scorned.

[A/N : LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS CHAPTER ! IS HE REALLY WRONG FOR WHAT HE SAID TO HER? HOW WOULD YOU HAVE REACTED ! I WANNA KNOW ;]

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