Chapter FourA week later
Tiaz sat back on the couch staring at his cell phone. There was a picture on the screen of he and Chevy from the night they spent at the club.
Damn, Chev, I know a nigga f****d up, boo. I broke yo’ heart and proved to you that I’m no better than the rest of them niggaz that shitted on you. He shook his head. A mothafucka sorry though, real s**t, Love. It’s true what they say, ‘you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone.’ So true, oh so f*****g true. I guess it’s really over between us. I can’t blame nobody but myself, though. It’s my fault.
Since she had thrown him out of the house, he’d been shacking up with Kantrell. Kantrell was cool and all, but she for damn sure wasn’t clean. Her house was a pigsty. It looked like a tornado had been through that motha
