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"Am waiting on you guys to explain to me," Amari said.

"Dem finally kiss caz mi been a wait for a long time," Katie opened the door and shoved her head in.

Amari laughed.

"You nuh bada talk potwa."

"Oh God, nuh seh so manye," Zendi said.

"None a y'all shouldn't. Yuh dialect ain't working at all," Amari said, laughing.
Bire held on to Zendi's hand, and she sat next to her.

"But what do you mean? Jamaica is a piece of me, go weh, " Katie said. Her complexion has a much lighter tone than Brie's, and her body Is big for her nineteen years.

"You sound funny as fuck, you ain't sounding my sister." Brie finally joins the conversation.

"You ain't go do that, am waiting on you guys, and how didn't I know that? Katie, how did you?" Amari was confused, wondering how Katie knew.

"As mommy would say, 'even di blind can see it," Katie said.

"But I am not blind; what do you mean? Guys, we have been friends. You guys my G's. You know you not gon trick me with nothing, am all ears."

"I could see the tension between them, I don't know how you didn't feel it," Katie said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh please, so you are telling me you wanted me to strip you—" Before Zendi could finish, Brie pulled her down and covered her mouth causing Katie to laugh.

"Everybody knew you wanted me to strip you, except me?" Zendi asked out loud and Brie faced palmed her face.

Amari watched in amazement as the veil was removed from her eyes. The kiss has confirmed her overthinking. Her thoughts were spinning, and she questioned her emotions if she should be happy or feel betrayed.

"You should have seen the tantrum she started when you left with Juniela last Wednesday. It was tragic," Katie laughed out. She turned away from the bedroom door and walked off.

"Amari, you got a visitor at the door," She called out. "We got to celebrate."

Zendi took Brie's hand from her face and kissed her palms.

"My event planner, Baby."

"Zen, stop," Her voice came out soft and hushed as she peered around at Amari.

"You aren't angry right?"

"Mi not even know. A who wah talk to mi?" Amari asked, flustered.

Zendi's Point of View

As soon as Amari closed my room door; I grabbed Brie's throat and pressed my lips to hers. I've been longing to do that ever since she grabbed me, kissed me, and caught me off guard.

"You have the best lips."

"And how many people have you already told that to?" She asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Is you go shut up and let me kiss them lips? Let me show you what you've been missing," I pushed my fingers through her lace wig and trailed my fingers down her lips.

"I think Browning is upset. She mightn't say anything, but she ain't good with it." I watched her pout her sexy lips out and played with her fingers.

I never knew my confident BestFriend could go shy.

"Whatchu you talking bout? She cool. I will take all the blame, as long as you gon let me kiss you. Let me taste you, baby."

"Zen, stop," She knows turned on.

Fuck

I haven't even started

"Baby, they ain't no stopping, I am gonna torment the fuck outta you," I leaned closer and whispered; I placed soft kisses on her ear and watched her squirm. A smirk forms on my lips when I lean back and meet her eyes.

"You look beautiful, "I say. She has no idea. "If I could let you see herself through my eyes, I would. I don't want you to make your choice repulsive, so am taking this slow. I want you to be certain that this is what you want."

"I'm certain."

"How certain are you?"

"Certain enough to know that, I don't like that June girl and-"

"Her name is Juniela," I sat at the edge of the bed and took her hands in my mind.

"I don't care what her name is."

"You jealous?"

She didn't respond but looked down at her hands. Typical Brie for you; I thought Amari was shy, but now I am not so sure which of them is.

"So you think she's over Cals this time?"

My body tense at the name and I sat up, taking my hands from hers.

"Can we talk about us and not that mother fucker?"

"Since when is he a motherfucker?"
She glares at me.

"Just because you are grateful doesn't mean I should bow; he fucking hurt her. Nobody hurt my friends and breathe easy, Brianna."

Bracing my elbows on my knees, I placed my fold palm under my chin. My suitcase caught my eye, and I mentally groaned. Did I almost leave my house to them? What has come over me?

"It's ain't like you ain't got gotten Nico involved; Nico has a man hunting for Kajan's head, and now whatchu you go? Let him hunt Cals too? You are too firey you need to calm down."

"I don't need the lecture; we were fine and handling it before; what's the problem now?"

"We are more than friends now; I might need you not to go to jail again."

Her words touched something deep inside me, I have yet to put a finger on it.

"It's not everyday your parents or your brothers go pull strings and get you out."

"So you tryna change me? You already started huh?"

"Oh God, not this, please," Brie palms herself and looks up to hold my stare.

"I just want the best for you."

"Well, Brianna you know me. You work with it or let someone else work with it. I ain't go change. I want you. I want to fuck you, I want to snatch those fucking nipples in my mouth. I want to feel that tightness around my fingers. I want to taste that pussy, you have no idea. One thing I don't want is for you to try and change me. I ain't a door lock. Am dangerous and damaged as fuck, but I've grown to love who I am. You either hop on the ride baby, you in or you out?" Holding her cheekbone, I stood over her and delivered my message.

Her eyes are like a dairy. I can open up to it and tell it everything.
Brianna Harlow has successfully snatched a part of me that am scared I won't be able to take back.

"Think carefully." Her eyes lower from mines and I let go off her skin.
I resumed packing my suitcase, and then I placed it back into the closet.
I might as well carry a small bag.

Removing a dark blue Johnsport, I packed a few necessities into it for two days, Along with Two T-shirts, two tank tops, one pair of jeans, and a pair of loose shorts.
I stuff socks and a flat slipper in and take up a pack of cigarettes from the dresser. Patting down my back pocket, I found the lighter, and my eyes saw my phone next to the Popcorn on the nightstand.

Hopefully, when I return, I won't see any ants.

Her eyes Bore through me the whole time, I could feel them, like the heat of a fire, and I was right. Stopping at the door, I pulled it, but couldn't step out.
I could hear whispering shouts coming from the hall, but I still couldn't move.

A heavyweight lives on my chest, making me unable to step out.
We've never been in a room with such high tension before. Not talking to each other on a level where we are upset is at another level from peaceful quiet.

She is just healing. Why should I leave her at her lowest?

Am I that selfish that I am going to pull an ultimatum and disappear when she needs someone the most?

I closed back the door and sighed.

Is best mi just go take a walk

I put down the bag and walked back to lighting a cigarette. I took a puff and blew it out. I stood at the side of the bed, standing in a comfortable stand, with my legs wide, folded arms, and taking puffs, looking down at her body. She glanced up at me.

Yuh really fuck up mi head ino mamz

"Jah know," I said. "Jah know, mamz, Jah know, I shook my head.

Grabbing a chair, I sat further across the room, next to the closet. I removed my phone and the box of cigarettes.

I might as well sit my ass down caz Loyalty nah mek mi lef

Upon sitting down, I went to Instagram and started scrolling, only to have my fingers disobey me, causing me to go to her page.

Am pissed at myself for having to stay when I want to go, but knowing it's wrong and my body doesn't like it.
I can't bend myself to leave her when she's not strong enough to move around. She should have still been in the hospital where they could take proper care of her, but she wanted out, and I pulled a few strings and let it happen. Now she's here and she needs me. Although I can't bear looking at her and knowing our little history is mind-blowing.

What's worse is that feeling suffocated in my own room with her presence is enough to make my eye fuck her a thousand times. I leaned back and spread my legs; I looked up at the ceiling and allowed the smoke to swirl upwards.

The thought of her lips against mine is affecting me. I hissed my teeth and placed the phone screen down on my lap.

A message came in and I took it up.

Badbro🩸

'Find di pussy hole ino sis weh yuh wah mi do wid him?'

I looked up at Brianna who was watching me.

Act Normal

Normal

I take my gaze away and take another drag from the half-finished cigarette. This thing is dope. I need more brands of these. I took them from Katie and told her no more smoking until she goes back. The funny thing is I am the pot calling the kettle black.

Taking up the phone I shoot Nico a message.

Badbro🩸

'Save him until mi fahwud'

Hitting out the cigarette on a nearby ashtray I got up and relit. I dragged my sagging pants halfway up and took down a pullover.

Her stare couldn't stop me this time when I opened the door and exited.

I passed Katie on the way to the room with Champagne in her hand. At least she's excited for us.

"Where's Amari?"

"She left with Someone."

"The person ain't got no name?"

"Who the hell stole your mood?" I stare hard at her.

"She left with Cals."

My brows furrowed and I walked to the garage. Upon opening the garage, I closed the door behind me and took a car key from the four keys lining out. I haven't driven any of these in a while, but my personal baby is the mechanic. That mother fucker needs to hurry up.

I started a G wagon and backed out.
I shut the garage door down and pressed the button; the gate Opened and I backed out and reserved in the road.
Looking through my rearview mirror, I saw black vehicles coming around the corner; three cars and two vans. They pulled up into someone's place, then they continued until they stopped at an elderly person's place, and white men in black jumped out.

"What the fuck is happening?"
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Thoughts? Sick and tired of their back and forth, like come on man. Brianna needs to make up her mind.

I am struggling to write the Third pov. 🙄

Anyways. Zendi has gotten more Masculine. Damn...
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