So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,27

either. Instinctively, my hand went to my waist.

Out of Control

Molaysia

"Will everyone just calm down, please!" I screamed above the chaos. Things had gotten way out of hand. I looked at Blunt with fire in my eyes. "Don't you dare," I uttered sternly and his hand fell away from his waistline. I pushed the twins back before someone got seriously hurt.

“Gut that mothafucka like a fish!” Leesha encouraged her kids.

Akeela attacked, slicing the knife through the air like a ninja. Blunt's hand shot back to his waist. As quick as mercury, his arm rose up, and he had a gun pointed at the child. "Back the fuck up," he growled.

"Stop it!" I cried out hysterically. This was far too chaotic for me.

The sight of the gun caused Akeela to freeze, but it didn't frighten me. At that moment, I saw Blunt for the street thug that he was. A man who was willing to murder a child would do anything but I had no fear that he would shoot me.

I stalked back up to him and shoved him in the chest with both hands. "Get the fuck out!" My voice shook the walls.

"I'ma go, but you bet' not leave this mothafuckin’ house," he warned.

As Blunt backed out of the door, I broke down crying. "I'm sorry you all had to go through that," I tearfully apologized to Leesha and the girls.

My cell phone rang in the middle of my tears. I ignored it because I thought that it might be Blunt calling, and I had nothing else to say to his deranged ass. Then, I remembered that I was supposed to be meeting Fabian out for drinks before all of this craziness jumped off. I took my phone out of my purse and saw that, sure enough, I had a missed call from Fabian. I dried my tears and called him back to cancel our date.

"No, don't let Blunt spoil your plans. You go on out and have a nice time," Leesha encouraged when she heard me asking Fabian if we could go out some other time.

"Will you hold on a minute, please?" I asked him.

"Sure," he replied.

I put the phone on mute and discussed it with Leesha further. She assured me that she and the girls were fine. "Girl, go on out. If you stay home, that's letting Blunt dictate what you do."

I wasn't sure if I would make good company, but I decided not to allow Blunt to rain on my parade. Besides, I wanted to hear Fabian try to explain why he hadn't told me that he was going to the concert last night. That would surely be worth a laugh or two.

I unmuted the phone and informed Fabian that I was running a little late. "But I will be there," I promised. "While you're waiting for me to arrive, try to come up with a plausible explanation for last night . . . I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Uh. . . ."

"I'll see you soon, Sir." I laughed, enjoying making him stutter. It really didn't matter, I was not hoping to rekindle the past.

After hanging up, I went back upstairs to redo my makeup. Fifteen minutes later, I was on my way to the Olive Garden where Fabian and I agreed to meet for casual drinks and a light meal. I didn't have much of an appetite, but a couple of drinks sure sounded nice.

In the car, I turned on my Bluetooth and talked to Fabian as I drove to the restaurant. He told me that he was already down the street from the Olive Garden off of Peachtree Street.

"Sorry, I'm still twenty minutes away," I informed him.

“It's cool. I'll be parked on the right side of the restaurant in a white Lexus.”

"Okay, I'm in a red Mercedes."

"Ooh, you're big ballin’," he teased.

"You're too funny," I cackled. "You're the baller."

We kidded back and forth until I arrived at the restaurant and parked next to him. He hurried out of his car to open my door for me. "Thank you. You're so sweet," I remarked. It felt so nice to be treated like a lady.

As I slid out of the car and rose up, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Blunt stood behind Fabian with a look of murder on his face.

Still Running Shit

Blunt

"Get back in the car, Mo, or else I'ma splatter this nigga's brains all over your outfit," I said with my 9mm German Luger pressed to the back of her date's head.