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"Lately I been under pressure. Make me wanna  put a fuck  nigga on s stretcher." - Dej Loaf

KAI

Kayden seems like a really nice girl. She holds good conversations that make a nigga think. We've been sitting at this table talking for two hours. She still seems out of it for some reason.

"What's wrong?" I ask, noticing her face sadden. She sips on her Margarita. "Nothing. I'm fine, Kai. I'm enjoying myself." she answers, smiling a little. I nod my head, watching her blink out a couple of tears. She covers her eyes with her hands, lightly crying. I clear my throat. I feel awkward as hell. I don't even know her that well and I hate seeing people crying.

"You good?" I ask her. "Do I look like I'm good?" she asks with an attitude. "Hell naw you don't look like you good. I just asked cause I didn't know what else to say to you." I admit. She shakes her head. "Can you take me home?" she asks. "Yeah, love. Anywhere you wanna go." I answer, standing up.

She nods her head then stands up. I don't know what she going through and I honestly don't want to find out. I am not trying to get involved in whatever it is she got going on. Plus, I got my own issues. Her eyes trail to a couple sitting at the bar. She starts glaring.

"What's wrong?" I ask. She grabs her Margarita glass off of the table then takes off running towards the couple. People start screaming in shock and moving out of the way while she beats the fuck out of the woman with the glass. I shake my head. It's glass and blood every damn where.

The security guards I hired rush over to her then yank her away. "Get the hell off me! Fuck you Kevin and fuck you, Karlie! Not only did you cheat with the hoe, you got the audacity to bring the bitch out on a damn date right now!" Kayden screams, then slaps the shit out of the nigga.

I walk over there. "Let her go, Chris." I say to my security. I grab her arm then lead her out of the VIP. I'll deal with everything else once I take her home. "Bruh chill." I demand. "I hate him, Kai! That's my husband! I found out he cheated with my so called bestfriend and even got her pregnant! I have the right to be angry and imma fuck that bitch up on site every time I see her!" she screams in my face, trying to run past me.

I pick her up then throw her over my shoulder. "Put me down!" she screams. I ignore her and the looks from people in the club as I walk out of the club. I walk to my truck then unlock the door. "Calm yo mothafuckin' ass down, mane stop acting crazy." I demand, putting her in the seat. I close her door then walk over to the driver's side.

"So that dude was yo husband, huh?" I ask as I drive. "I know you heard me say that." she answers with an attitude. "Look, lose the attitude. If anybody supposed to have an attitude it's me cause you just fucked a bitch up with a glass in my business and imma have to deal with all types of bullshit and the news over that stupid ass shit. You just made my business look bad but do I have an attitude with yo mothafuckin' ass? Naw, I don't. So lose yo fuckin' attitude." I demand.

"I know you ain't talking to me like that. Don't act like I'm supposed to be smiling and grinning after finding out my husband got my so called husband pregnant then just took her to your bar!" she snaps. "Look you bout to quit snapping on me. I ain't gone take too much more of that shit. I ain't the nigga who shitted on yo whole life, he did. So lower yo voice or go spit that bullshit to ol boy." I say.

"Fuck you." she says. I ignore her. "My house is not this way. Where are you taking me?" she asks. "You'll see." I answer. "Answer me!" she demands. "I'm taking you where Ciara at,  damn." I answer. She breaks down crying in her hands. I stop at the red light then plug the AUX cord into my phone.  "What kind of music you like?" I ask. "Anything." she mumbles, seeming much calmer.

"Pick something." I say, handing her my phone. I pull off, waiting on her to start playing something. I burst into laughter. "Really, Kayden?" I ask. She chose Yo Gotti's song Shawty Violating. She chuckles a little. "That's my mood. I wanna whoop a hoe." she says, making me laugh.

The rest of the ride to my apartment was just the music playing and her crying. I get out of the truck. She gets out then follows me up the stairs. I unlock the door then walk in with her behind me.

"Hey girl! What's wrong?" Ciara exclaims, hugging Kayden tight. Kayden hugs her back, crying on her shoulder. "Kai what the hell you do to her?" Ciara asks me. "I didn't do shit to her. She found out her nigga cheated and got her bestfriend pregnant." I answer. Ciara's mouth drops. "Who is this bitch? We need to go fuck that bitch up." Ciara's ghetto ass says. The funny thing is she dead serious.

"She already busted ol girl head. Take care of her for me, Ci. I got some shit to handle." I tell her. She nods her head. "If you get sleepy you can crash in my bed or on the couch. Shit, whatever float yo boat." I say to Kayden. She nods her head. "Thanks." she mumbles.

I just got back to my club. The police are here and the ambulance took ol girl on the stretcher. "I'm the owner." I say to the detective. This nigga looks so familiar to me. "Long time no see." he sarcastically says. I fold my arms across my chest. "Yeah... nigga got gray hairs now and shit and still a bitch ass nigga, I see." I say, finally realizing who he is. When I was fourteen, I was a witness to a murder my uncle committed. This is the detective who harassed the fuck out of me and tried to dog me out by pinning a crime I didn't commit on me when I wouldn't say shit. Ain't shit changed except how much older he looks.

He chuckles. "I know drug money got you here. You aren't fooling anybody and I'm gonna be on your ass like white on rice until I can prove it. Consider yourself under investigation." he says, glaring at me. I fold my arms across my chest. "I advise you don't step on my toes and stay in your own lane. Consider it a warning." I lowly say. His white skin starts turning red from anger.

"I won't stop until I have you locked away for the rest of your life along with the rest of those monkey ass street thugs that are just like you." he snaps. I suck my teeth then nod my head. "I ought to whoop yo ass for that racist remark.  Imma give you the ass whooping yo kind should've got a long time ago on behalf of Martin Luther King and all the rest of the fallen who dealt with racist fucks like you." I calmly say.

"Do it. Go right ahead. Make my job much easier. I won't rest until I watch you rot in a cell." he says. The crazy thing is I never did shit to this crazy ass nigga. I chuckle then nod my head, forcing myself to not swing and knock those little bitty yellow ass teeth out the nigga mouth. One thing I learned about in the streets is emotions. When you act crazy based on emotions you just gave somebody power to get you out of character. Plus, I'll be damned if I let this nigga think he can control my anger and happiness.

"Get the fuck out my club. Detective you know how the streets work. Stay the fuck out my life for yo own good." I warn him. "Go ahead. Do something. Make this easier for me." he says. I lean in his ear. "If I do something, you'll never see daylight again. Get the fuck out my club and quit harassing me, Detective. Don't think yo badge make you invincible. Not even the army can save you when I'm pissed." I whisper to him.

He storms away. I watch as he storms out the exit of the club. I shake my head. I already know that won't be my last conversation with him. I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty but the last thing I need is to be killing a detective and getting caught up. I shake my head then walk over to my bartender as she talks to the police.

"Don't give no statement." I whisper in her ear. Business or not, my employees better shut the fuck up when these officers question them about anything. I can't stand the law. I'll pay the bitch off to let everything go and that'll be it. I don't feel like going to court and all that bullshit over the incident.

I finished up at the club, now I'm back at my apartment. I lock the door then walk to my bedroom. Kayden changed into one of my tee shirts and my gym shorts. That shit look big as hell on her. "I see you got comfortable." I say. She rolls over on my bed. "What took so long?" her words slur out. She drunk as a mothafucka.

"I had to handle something." I answer, taking my shoes off. "Handle this pussy. Fuck Kevin... come here." her words slur out. My eyes widen. She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me down on top of her on the bed. "Yes Kai. Come on. I want you to... to fuck me." she slowly says.

I get off of her. "You drunk and hurt and shit. Sleep it off." I demand, then walk out of the room. I can't flex like I'm not attracted to Kayden. The girl fine as hell and she got a nice body. It would be trifling to take advantage of her being drunk though. I don't roll like that at all.

KAYDEN

I just woke up. I sit up then stretch. "Goodmorning." Kai says. I look at him as he does push ups on the floor. I bite my lip a little, looking at his tattoo covered back muscles. I consider myself single considering the fact I'm getting a divorce as soon as I possibly can so it's nothing wrong with me looking at another man.

"Hey... my head hurts. I shouldn't have been drinking so much last night. Do you have tylenol?" I ask him. I feel my hangover big time. I just wanted to be drunk and out of it to avoid thinking about what happened last night. "I got weed." he answers, standing up.

I look away from his muscular chest. He grabs the small black box then pulls a pre rolled blunt out of it. I watch as he lights it. "Hit it." he mumbles, handing me it after smoking a little. I take it from him then hit it. At this point I don't care. I just want to keep my mind off of the situation I'm in.

I laugh a little, feeling the weed kick in. Kai grins. "What you doing today?" he asks, passing the blunt back to me. "Nothing." I answer. I'm not in the mood for anything at all. "Ride to San Francisco with a nigga." he says. "Why?" I ask. "I got some business to handle and since you ain't doing shit you might as well hit the road with me." he says. "Everything moving way too fast." I say.

"How? Imma take you by yo crib to shower and shit then we gone head out." he says. I turn my phone off to avoid Kevin's constant calls and texts. "Fine. Thanks for being so nice." I say, hugging him. He hugs me back. "The weed really got you wilding." he says while I squeeze him. "Shut up..." I mumble. It feels like everything is in slow motion.

"Do you know any good divorce attorneys? Imma take that bitch for everything he got." I say to Kai. "Yeah I know one actually. I'll swing you by his officer tomorrow." he answers. I nod mt head. I can use a road trip to San Francisco. I just need to get out of Los Angeles at the moment because I'm so tempted to put a bullet between Kevin's head. I'm still in disbelief but Kai makes it easy to forget about it for the time being. I'm glad he's so nice at this time of my life.

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