That Unforgettable Moment

Chapter Eight

Gavin

I wrapped a towel around my waist as soon as I got out of the shower. It was the morning after from what had occurred last night. I won't lie, that was honestly one of the best nights I had in my life. I usually don't f**k girls in my house at all, but hell, I guess I made an exception last night. But can you blame me? The girl was beautiful as f**k and I had to have her.

As I emerged from the bathroom and into my bedroom, I noticed that there was no one in my bed. Where the f**k did she go? I was more than willing to give her a ride home or something. I guess she managed to find her own way home. 

Hell, I'm kind of surprised that she managed to get out of the bed giving the fact that it was her first time. In fact, I was sort of pissed that dipped out on me like that; as well as the fact that I didn't get her number to keep in contact with her. It's cool though, I know where she works and she told me her birthday was coming up a month from now. Best believe I'll be seeing her sexy ass again.

I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was 1:15 in the afternoon. "Damn, it's that late?" I said to myself. I will admit, I was f****d up last night but sure did remember what I was suppose to remember. 

After I dried myself off, I put lotion on myself and went to my closet to put on a pair of boxers, basketball shorts, and white wife beater top. Today, I decided to just chill out since it's late as f**k to go anywhere today. I put on some socks and my nike slides and made my way towards my kitchen. A nigga is hungry as f**k.

I walked down my hallway and made my way down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. As I was approaching, I heard a familiar voice in there. I know it's Randy's ass because he is always here eating up my food.

As I walked in, he was on the phone talking to someone. He sounds like he's talking to some girl or whatever. So, I didn't interrupt him. I just continued to do what I got to do, and that is fixing me some food. 

"Alright Ma, see you Friday... Bye." He hung up his phone.

"Aye wassup Ice!" he greeted me as soon as he saw me.

"Sup man, see you talking to some lil' girl, huh?"

"Yeah man, I got a little date with her next Friday." He told me.

"Really, with who?" I replied as I opened my fridge to see what I can make myself.

"Baby girl in the green from last night. One of my cousin's friends'." He further explained to me. I thought for a second to know who he was talking about.

"Oh that one." I said in realization.

"Yeah, so..." he started rubbing his hands in a rapid pace for two seconds, "whatchu got to eat in this b***h?" I rolled my eyes at him. I knew this nigga was going to ask me some s**t like that.

I sucked my teeth at him, "Dude, do you ever eat at your own damn house? Always got to bring your ass over here and eat up all my shit." I mutter the last sentence. 

"Nigga, you the only one I know that can throw down in the kitchen." He chuckled at me.

I shook my head and pulled out what I'm going to make. I didn't care if it was late, I'm making my ass some breakfast. So, I got out the bacon, eggs, cheese, and a box of grits. I was in the mood for bacon, scrambled eggs, and cheese grits.

"Aye bruh, that s**t was wild last night!" He grinned.

"Yeah, it was." I chuckled back at his response. He sure wasn't lying too, it was one hell of a night. I sure did get a birthday gift that night. Although, I did felt a little guilty about it.

Usually when I f**k a girl, I completely cut them off. But with this one, there's something about her that got me wanting more than just s*x from her. Something a lot more then what took place last night.

"So, wassup with you and sexy black last night?" Randy inquired to me.

I looked over my shoulder from cooking the food. "What do you think?" Giving him that you already know look.

"Damn bruh, how was she?" He urged for details, but I ain't telling this nigga s**t.

"Nah dude, I'm keeping this one to myself man." I grinned as I turned my attention to finish up. 

He sucked his teeth and scowled at me. "Man c'mon, don't be like that." He gestured on.

"Nah bruh nah, I ain't kissin 'n' tellin on this one." I chuckled at him.

Randy stood there and studied me for a moment. Then he started snickering. "I don't believe it." he smirked.

"What?" I asked to see why he was staring me down like that.

"My nigga, I've been knowing yo ass since we can walk, and you ain't never been in yo feelings like this." He crossed his arms.

Come to think of it, he kind of got a point. I've only seen the girl twice in my lifetime and she hasn't escaped my mind like I did the rest. Hell, I'm still shocked that I remembered her name.

But the thing about it, she seemed too much of a good girl to me. Head strong, hard working, never get into trouble. However, last night, she seem to give in to easily, either that or me putting my charm on led her to giving it up to me. Either way, she seems to sweet for me to drag her into my life, which isn't fit for a girl like her.

"Yeah, but I don't think she'll fit into the lifestyle we're in though." I said honestly. "But, I do plan on seeing her at her job again soon. She told she got a birthday around that time and I promised I'll get her something."

"Oh, so you promising to get something now?!" He said in total shock. "Nigga you haven't gave a girl s**t since that one hoe you used to f**k around with. What was the b***h's name?" He thought for a minute. I already know who he is referring to and I don't even want to hear that b***h's name.

"Yo man, don't bring her name up." I said sternly.

"I'm sorry man." Randy surrendered as we in silence for a few seconds. "You know I'mma hurt that thot when I see her right?" I chuckled at his response. 

See Randy is my day one homie. We've been down for each other since we were young. He'll always have my back and I'll always have his. Him, and another homie of mine, DJ.

"I bet you will and I won't stop you dawg." I said to him. I finished cooking the food and prepared myself a plate, along with grabbing a bottle of water.

I made my way to the breakfast nook and sat by Randy. He looked around in confusion.

"Where my plate at?"

"Nigga yo legs ain't broken! Fix your own damn plate!"

He sucked his teeth and went to go fix himself a plate.

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I got to one of my main traps to see how thing are running. Everything is running smoothly as it should. That is, until I heard some wild ass commotion going on outside of my office.

"What the f**k is going on?!" I barked out.

As I was observing what was happening, I saw one of my men, Brandon, bleeding out from a gunshot wound.

I rushed over to him and put some pressure on his wound to try to get the bleeding to slow down.

"s**t," I hissed. "What the hell happened Brandon? Who the f**k shot you?" I panicked and asked him.

Brandon has been one of my hard working dealers in my operation. For a young nigga like him, he gets his work done and never disappoints me.

"O-mar's p...p...people did...this...they said...he's coming...f...fo...for...you..." he said in his last breath before he passed away in my arms covered by his blood.

I see this nigga wants to pick a war with me. Well s**t, he got the right one.

Game on.