“Why?” she asked. She was so mad that she signed and spoke the words at the same time. “Why you mad, Messiah? You fucking with Nish, anyway. You forgot to mention that you’ve been spending every night with her for the past few months. What you want to bag best friends? You want another notch on your belt? Got us out here fighting, while you finessing us both!”

“For one, I don’t need no more notches on my belt. You big and bad, so I’ma be straight with you. I’m not starving for pussy. It’s a hundred bitches in there I can play eenie, meenie, miney, mo with and fuck anytime. I told you I don’t fuck with your homegirl. She work in the trap, but that bitch is canceled.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “The trap? You spending nights with her and you want me to believe it’s all business? You’re a liar, Messiah.”

“I stay all night because I don’t trust that bitch with my product, but she got a golden wrist, so I watch her like a hawk. That’s the extent of my dealings with her, but you want to let her play mind games with you and get you riled up,” Messiah thundered. “This the same bitch that put you on IG when them niggas ran a train on you. That ain’t your friend; and today you showed me why I can’t be your man. I’ma get locked up fucking around with you.” He pulled in a deep breath, calming himself, because he knew he was going too far. He was starting to say things that were too harsh, things he didn’t mean. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, trying to stop himself from kissing her. He had just made it known to half the city that he was fucking with her. It was too late to backpedal now. Morgan waited for him to kiss her. She silently begged him to close the space between their lips, but she could see he was struggling. When she saw that he was about to walk away, Morgan threw caution to the wind. She kissed him, making the first move, as he wrapped one hand around her throat, gently, as he kissed her deeply. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle at her feet. That’s how wet he made her. She had kissed boys her age before, but this was a grown-ass man. The way he commanded her, the way she felt his anger transfer into her, the way he fisted her hair, fucking up her silk press as he fed her his tongue, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Isa and the rest of his crew emerged from the gym.