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wife one day and a husband is supposed to make the wife feel safe and protected and if I can’t do that, then what the fuck do I need to marry you for?  I am the most dangerous motherfucker in the DFW—niggas fear me.  Why you think that bitch ass nigga hasn’t shown his face since?  You just now finding out he alive, I’ve been known, and you’ve been safe ever since.  Let me protect you baby, damn!” he said.  I knew at this moment that he was pissed and that we were about to have our first argument, but fuck it.  I was really feeling some type of way at this point.  He was so selfish and he didn’t even know it but I damn sure was about to let his “Most Dangerous” ass have it.
    “Baby, that has to be the most selfish shit you have ever fucking said to me!” I yelled and I could tell that he was shocked but I wasn’t through with his ass.  “So I get shot and played out by this motherfucker and because I want to get him back, I am making you feel like less than a man?  Did he try to take your life or mine?  I have a right to want to kill his ass, as do you, but I want to be the one who does it.  Why can’t you see that?”
    I got up and walked away from the table crying.  “Why the fuck am I even crying?” I asked myself.  I was tripping lately and feeling some type of way about everything, and of course my baby noticed and came to me to talk some sense in me.
    “Baby, I never thought about it like that and I never want to fight with you.  I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings.  Let’s compromise.  When I find him, I will bring him to one of my spots and then we can handle him together, baby.  How about that?” he asked me.  I nodded my head because that was better than nothing and since we both got out how we felt, it was no need to still be mad.  So we went back downstairs to eat. 
    As we ate, I started to feel nauseous at the smell of something in the air.  I didn’t know if it was the food or the drink, I just couldn’t stand it, so I excused myself and went to lay down in our bed.  I had to figure out what was wrong with me.

Chapter 7
    Brandon
    When Mo finally got here, I was pissed at what she told me.   That nigga was going way too far fucking with my baby.  Like, I don’t know why he would go after Mo because she didn’t have anything to do with him and Tanesha.  But now me and him have a problem.  I protect my girl at all cost, so I’m gunning for him even harder now. 
    I gotta let this nigga Ace know what happened so we can find this nigga.  I pulled out my phone to call him.
    “Wassup my nigga?” he answers on the first ring.
    “When I find this nigga I’ma fuck him up!” I said.  I was mad as fuck!  Nobody fucks with what is mine.  Niggas in the DFW know what it is.  They know what is off limits and they still tried a nigga? Really?
    “Whoa, who you talking about fam?” he asked confused and concerned.
    “That nigga DeShon.  He robbed and trashed Tanesha’s store and then he had the nerve to have a box with a picture of Mo looking at the store.  The fuck?  Now she all scared and shit.  Why the fuck would he do that to her?”  I said getting madder just by even talking about the shit.
    “What the fuck! Nigga, I don’t know, but he gotta go. Real shit! Meet me at the trap in 30 minutes,” he said and we hung up the phone.
    I went to go find my baby and tell her what was going on.
    Baby, where are you?” I asked.
    “I’m in the bathroom, honey,” she replied. I walked in the bathroom to see my baby butt ass naked in the Jacuzzi tub, and of course my dick got hard, but I didn’t have time for that—not even a quickie. 
    “Damn baby, you look so good,” I told her. “I will be back soon, keep your phone on you and make sure you keep an eye on the cameras.  I am going to put the alarm on so you should be safe.  Call me if you need me, baby, and I will be here as fast as I can.  And if you’re good, I’ll give