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trustedloss · 6 years

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No Mercy

A/N: I had to hit y’all with some angst. This might be trash. This imagine is slightly inspired by the Weeknd’s Pretty music video. I tried putting some of the lyrics in there so it seems related. Thanks for all the support.

Warnings: Reader is Black…y’all know the drill. Violence. Erik being his murderous self. Slight mentions of sex. Death

Summary: You haven’t been faithful while Erik has been away on a mission. Big mistake

“Don’t go back to her.” Ramirez said. Erik looked over at him as he zipped up his bag. He had been on a mission for close to a year and was finally ready to come home.

“The fuck are you talking about?” he asked.

“Your girl, Y/N?” He spoke sending a chill down Erik’s spine. “She ain’t held you down like she said she would.” Ramirez showed Erik his phone. Pictures of you cuddled up to another guy. He swiped through the photos to see you had not been faithful. Not at all. Shots of you in the guy’s lap at a club, you in the passenger seat of his car, leading him into the house that Erik paid for.

Erik passed the phone back to his comrade. It had been a year since he left you. He knew this would happen. Even though, you told him you loved him and would always be here for him. Erik made sure that you were watched. Not to creep but, to make sure his enemies didn’t find their way to you. The last thing he wanted to see was that you were fucking another man. You just couldn’t stay loyal, could you? Erik nodded his head at his own dark thoughts. “Aight.”

“You ain’t going back to her, right?” Ramirez said, watching as Erik rolled his head against his shoulders, popping his neck.

“Don’t worry about all that.” Erik said.

You looked at the calendar on the wall in your bathroom and back into the mirror, slightly fogged from the shower. You got this sense of fear in you. Erik was coming home soon. And here you were, foolishly getting ready for a dick appointment with Shawn. It had been a year damn near to the day since Erik walked out of your house telling you goodbye. You felt this dark cloud over you. You’d have to confront your own infidelity, you’d have to confront every dirty thing you had done since he left. Letting Shawn touch and taste you. Allowing him to lay on the side of the bed that should have been for Erik and only him.

“I hope he made her happy while I was away,” Erik said. “I hope she got everything needed from that motherfucker.”

“What you gonna do, Stevens?” Ramirez said.

“Just know this. When I land, she’s mine.” He said in a dark tone, staring ahead.

Erik sat on the plane with the others from the mission, bags at his feet, being transported from base to Istanbul’s airport. In his thoughts, he understood one thing. His expectations of you could have been slightly unrealistic. He left you for a year after all. He had seen other army wives been able to do it. You were no wife, but he at least thought you could be faithful. Clearly, that was a mistake. A mistake that he was going to correct.

He understood that maybe it was impossible to love him for 10,000 miles away but, it would be possible to give your love to someone that was easy to get to. That’s okay, Erik thought. You didn’t have to worry about loving him for much longer.

You typed a message into the text box with shaking hands. Can’t wait for you to get back. I’ve missed you. You weren’t sure if his phone was on yet but, you knew he would at least see it once he got in the states.

“Baby, you coming?” Shawn called from the bed. You put your phone on the charger and turn to him. You plastered a fake seductive smile on your face, crawling on top of him for round 3.

You and Erik weren’t together long. But in that short time, he had connected to you in a way he couldn’t with other people. Erik felt like he could rely on you. You were his ride or die. If he had to go on a job in the city, you had his alibi and you weren’t a stranger to cleaning blood out of clothes. You didn’t even ask about the scars on his body. As far as Erik was concerned, you were it. The one woman he could trust.

Well, not anymore.

Erik’s plane landed at the airport. As he collected his bags from the baggage claim, he turned on his phone and saw your message. A dark smirk came across his lips. He opened the message and began typing.

You walked out of the bathroom and collected your phone. You frantically opened Erik’s message.

You’re mine

What did he mean? The vague message sent your mind in a whirlwind. You didn’t know what he was trying to say. You didn’t know whether to text him back or put the phone down.

Erik sat in the back of his ride, looking out the window at the nightlife of the city. Inside, the rage was brewing. He had been holding it all in. Grinding his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. His breaths were quick and shaking. His skin itched and his ears burned. His blood boiling under his skin. He was forced out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. He answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Y/N.” Erik said in a dark tone.

“Baby.” She said with a nervousness in her tone. Erik smirked because you knew that he knew. Good, he needed you fearful of what he was going to do. “You’re coming home?”

“Oh, yeah. You waiting on me?” he asked failing to hide the intensity in his voice. He sounded demented through the receiver. You could hear the gravel in Erik’s voice, the bass that would make a mountain move out of his way. You felt a cold chill down your spine. Erik only spoke in that tone when he was going to do something bad. He took your silence as his answer. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?” you asked coldly.

“Yeah. I hope you like it because no man can give you what I can.” Erik said, ending in a growl. Your breath got caught in your throat. You trembled at the way he was speaking to you. “See you soon, baby.”

The call ended, leaving you trembling. An hour later, your doorbell rang. You rose from the bed with your hands clasped together as if you were trying to be an innocent little girl. You showered, put out a nice dress that showed off your curves, did your hair and put on some light makeup. You glided down the stairs like a ghost. You walked to the door and put your hand on the knob. You couldn’t help but, shake at the fact that if Erik was behind this door… You didn’t know what to do. Could you beg for his forgiveness? Would telling him that he didn’t mean anything make him feel any better? You started thinking of all things you could say or do to ease things over but, you knew better. Erik wasn’t just any simple nigga on the block. When Erik was angry, there was no stopping what was going to happen. You’d see what he could do. He never directed his aggressions towards you but, it was also your goal to never give him a reason. Now, you have. And there was going to be hell to pay.

You sucked in a breath and tried to compose yourself. You pulled the door open to see Shawn in front of you.

“What? Shawn? What are you doing here?” You said.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He said. No. Shawn couldn’t be here. He was the last person that needed to be here. You could see him getting reduced to a blood splatter on the wall paint already. You shivered at the thought. Your heart beating out of your chest, your eyes already watering.

“This isn’t a good time. You have to go.” You said, nearly trying to close the door on him.

“Oh, come on. Come here, baby.” Shawn said stepping in and closing the door behind him. “Have you missed me?”

“Shawn, you got to go. I’m serious.” You said. You frantically put your hands up to him and tried to push him towards the door but, he grabbed your wrists and wrapped them around his waist while he kissed you passionately. You broke the kiss just as fast as Shawn started it.

“Come on, baby.” Shawn pressured. “Is it your time of the month again?”

“No. You have to leave, now.” You said your lip quivering. You pushed him towards the door only to see a pair of headlights. “Fuck!” you screeched. You yanked Shawn by his shirt and pushed him towards the stairs.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? You try to push me out the door then, up to the bedroom.” Shawn grumbled, annoyed with you yanking into your bedroom. You closed the door and rushed over to the sliding door that led to the balcony.

“You gotta go! Climb down the balcony.” You said frantically.

“Do I look like Spiderman to you, bitch?” Shawn said.

“You don’t understand! If you stay…” you started. You were distracted by the heavy footsteps on the wood floor that drew closer to the door of the bedroom. You felt yourself go numb. Your mouth went dry, and you couldn’t hear what Shawn was saying. It felt as if you were floating and not in a good way.

Erik entered the house and could hear talking from the upstairs bedroom. You didn’t even have the decency or respect to not have him in Erik’s house when he was coming home. Two birds, one stone, Erik thought. That spared him the trouble of getting the information on him, anyway. He dropped his bags in the entryway and locked the door behind him. He reached into the army issued duffle and pulled out his Smith and Wesson 9 millimeter. Erik put the magazine in, cocked it and took the safety off. He traveled up the stairs with heavy stomps as if he was purposely giving you a final warning. He crossed the last step, waltzing to the door of the bedroom. He gripped the doorknob, twisted it and pushed it open.

“Y/N!” Shawn said snapping his fingers at you. You couldn’t avert your eyes from Erik’s. Dark, determined, demented. It was like looking into a pit of hell waiting for a demon to crawl out and suck you in. The brown orbs that would send electricity through, that made you want for his touch, made you want to love him once before were different now. That looked to you, perverted. Now, all you saw was the monster. You saw the charges of your infidelity. The cost you were going to pay for giving what was Erik’s to someone else.

Shawn turned to look in the direction you were staring in. “Who are…” Shawn was interrupted by Erik’s gun letting off a shot. Blood splattered on you as Shawn fell to the ground holding kneecap. His screams were deafening but, you couldn’t look at him. Erik still had you in his gaze. He dropped his arm and walked into the room. He walked up to you, cold as ice. Glaring into your eyes as if he was trying to burn holes in the back of your skull. You wanted to fall at his feet and beg but, your body had locked up. Every sensation you should have felt at that moment wasn’t there. The tears fell, your lip quivered and your ears rang from the gunshot. Shawn’s screams for you to help him didn’t move you. You were too scared of the man in front of you to lend aid to someone else.

Erik stood before you, gun at his side. His shoulders back, jaw clenched and a snarl on his lips. He saw the fear in your eyes and was almost pleased by it. This was how he wanted you. Broken. Shaken. Fearful of his next move. You brought this on yourself. This was all your doing.

“Y/N! You fucking bitch! Help me!” Shawn screamed. Erik twisted his arm pointing the barrel back in Shawn’s direction as he leaned against the footboard of the bed for support. “Wait, no. Please.” He mutter. Erik pulled the trigger again putting a bullet in his abdomen. Shawn screamed again. His agony was very vocal while yours was silent. His blood stained his shirt and hands. The crimson liquid stained the plush grey rug. His whimpers made your stomach churn. His cries for you to help him bounced off the walls.

“Go ahead.” Erik finally said. “Go on. Help him.”

You shook your head, your muscles still somewhat stiff. A chill ran down your spine as Erik craned his head, putting his face so close to yours that his breath tickled your upper lip. “Help him!” You dropped to your knees, trying to apply pressure to his wounds. “You gotta do better than that, Y/N. She’s going to bleed out, babe.”

You looked up to Erik, towering over you. You shook at his glare and the wicked smirk on his face. You watched him waiting for his next move. “Erik, I…” You couldn’t finish as another shot rang out. You shut your eyes, feeling the blood on you even getting some in your mouth. You opened your eyes to see Shawn, silent, bloody and with a portion of his head…gone.

A sob ripped from you. You shook your head violently as you reached from Erik. “Erik, please!” you sobbed. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Not yet, you ain’t.” He growled.

You whimpered as Erik stood in the mirror of the bathroom, wiping the blood from his hands. The stains on the floor were still left from Shawn’s body. You desperately looked around the room, rolling your wrists in the cuffs. You squirmed as your ankles were locked together from the duct tape and a strip around your bare stomach holding you in the chair. You rocked back in the chair, feeling a tug in your shoulders as you had been strapped in the chair for hours. It was well into the early hours of the morning and your body ached. Erik forced you to wipe the floor while he took care of the body. What he did with it, you didn’t know but, whatever he did was going to happen to you too.

Erik watched you from the mirror as he wiped off his hands. His t-shirt stained crimson against the grey fabric. He turned, picking up his gun and stalking over to you. You whimpered, you skin cold from the air and the fact that Erik left you in your underwear, degrading you. He stood in front of you and grazed the barrel of his gun across your cheek, picking up a tear and some mascara. He let it glide down to your neck, teasing you. You shuddered, looking into his eyes, pleading silently for whatever forgiveness he could give. He sighed, scratching his hand with his pistol.

“Erik, please. Let’s talk about this.” You whimpered, finally. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean anything to me. Just tell me what I have to do.”

Erik scoffed at you. “I don’t know who you’re trying to appeal to, Y/N. Damage is done.” He said twirling his gun in his hand.

“No, Erik. I’ve always been here for you. I can make this up to you.” You said with the tears falling rapidly.

“Stop being fucking pathetic. At least, be unapologetic for being a slut.” Erik said.

“I’m not…” you started. You felt the steel of Erik’s gun at your forehead. You paused, glaring at him. You trembled as his finger tapped the trigger. “Please, don’t.” It came out as a fearful whisper.

“You know, I did love you,” Erik said. “I did.” You watched as his eyes softened a bit. You looked up at this man with hope, maybe he would let you go. Maybe this would just be a lesson. If only.

“You just couldn’t be faithful. That’s all I wanted. But no. You opened your legs and gave away what was mine to some other bum ass nigga. You betrayed me. You know what happens to the motherfuckers that betray me.” He said. You shook your head as the tears started. He clicked his tongue as he tossed his gun to the side. You watched him, needing him to give you some sign that he would be merciful. You needed to know that this wasn’t going to end tragically. It didn’t need to be a happy ending, just one where you got out alive. But, you know Erik to never be merciful when it came to his enemies.

Erik cupped your face, glaring down at you. He sighed, shaking his head. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed back, wanting to convince that you did still love him. You deepened the kiss, looking His hands shifted, gliding down to your neck. You grunted as you felt his hands tighten around your neck. You choked in his mouth as you felt your airway struggling. You tried kicking your legs out but, couldn’t fight him. He pulled away and applied more pressure around your throat.

Erik glared down at you and watched you struggle. You wanted to pull your arms from the cuffs but you had no way of doing so with how tight they constricted you. Tears ran down your face as Erik forced you and the chair back, balancing on the two back legs. Erik glared into your puffy eyes, watching you struggle. His grip tightened, all his strength was put into your neck. You felt air unable to make its way through your throat. Erik watched as your eyes fluttered as the veins in your forehead became prominent.

Please stop, you wanted to say but, with no oxygen. You could barely even struggle anymore but, you tried restlessly to keep up a fight but, you felt weak. Your voice cracked as your gasps were broken up. Erik glared into your red, teary eyes, waiting for you to give up and give in. His muscles tight as he kept your neck in his clutches. “Erik…please.” You choked. With you calling his name in such a whimpering manner, he couldn’t take it anymore, giving you one final squeeze with every bit of strength he could muster.

Crack

Erik stood in the mirror after his shower. The two new keloid scars healing as they were supposed to. One on his wrists and the other on his rib. Erik wasn’t going to put them too close together, they didn’t deserve that luxury. He smirked at the thought of them as he turned, waltzing into his bedroom. A new rug to replace the last one also to cover the last bit of crimson that he couldn’t get out of the floor. But, he wasn’t worried about that. His focus right now, getting a good night sleep and making sure that the grass was going to grow on that new patch in the backyard.

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trustedloss · 6 years

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Better?

Author: Admin Jazzi

Warning: Light Smut, angst, and language

Word count: 2.6k

T'challa is everything you want but you can’t get over Erik

Erik had his hoes. You knew it, and he wasn’t the type to hide them either. You didn’t know why you still put up with him. You didn’t know why you were still faithful. You loved him but wanted to throw a brick at his damn head. He made you crazier than anyone could ever make you. But maybe that’s how you knew you loved his dumbass.

But when you got your hair done, bought a new dress (and lingerie), and made him dinner, all for your one year anniversary. And around nine your boyfriend texted you to say he was going to be late. You knew that meant he was with some bitch and you probably wouldn’t be awake when he comes home. You wouldn’t let tears fall. You worked too hard on your makeup to let this nigga’s fuck ups ruin it.

You called your best friend, Penny. And of course she knew if you were calling that night of all nights Erik had messed up. You know your voice sounded shaky but your girl still tried stay positive. “I wanna go out tonight, boo.” you spoke sadly into the phone.

”Ayyeee bitch let’s go. Let’s get some drinks and meet some niggas.” she said. You sighed. “you know i’m not trying to meet no niggas girl. Let’s just get drunk.” you said. She laughed, still excited you were going out. “Okay I’m on my way boo.” she said before hanging up.

Il7.

You went into the bedroom and put on the dress you knew Erik hated to see you out in. “Every nigga out here looking at your ass bouncin in dat dress. You gone make me catch a charge.” he’d say. It was a short, nude and tight. It fit every curve and he was right. Your ass could stop traffic in it. If he had bothered to come home, he’d never let you out in this. But he wasn’t. You put on a long wavy black wig; because you needed to make this a LOOK. By the time your friend was screaming as she entered your home. “Bitch im heeere!!” she screamed as she ran in. This hoe was already drunk, you loved her.

“Girl you made all this for Erik’s dumbass.” she said. You stepped out of the room putting on your shoes. “Fuck Erik you can eat that boo.” you said walking up to hug her. Penny was your best friend. She knew all you went through with Erik.

”Damn You finally done with him?”she said. You shrugged watching her eat as you laid your head on her shoulder. “I’m just playing his games now.” “Does that mean you’re getting some dick?”she asked excitedly. “That means I’m going out and seeing what happens.” she looked impressed. “Okaay let’s go shake our asses, while you’re still in the mood.”she said.

You took her flask out of her hand and started drinking. “Okay bitch lets go I already called the uber.” you said, rubbing your chest from the burn as the vodka went down your throat.

you decided to petty and message Erik. To Erik: Don’t bother coming to my house nigga. Me and Penny going to the club and she spending the night.

You didn’t open his message; but he said something about how he didnt want that hoe in his house and where are you going? It didn’t matter. Your drinks were hitting and Erik didn’t matter anymore.

When yall got to the club penny started shaking her ass on you. You laughed hyping her up.

Soon after the song ends going back and forth twerking on each other. As the next song started Penny disappeared to the bar to buy drinks. You were already drunk, feeling yourself. You danced in the middle of the floor. Not caring about the eyes on you. Not until you felt a strong pair of hands on your hips. You looked over and found penny’s eyes. She glanced the man over one good time; before giving you a thumbs up. You began grinding your hips on the man. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he danced along with you. It was wavy how he moved along with you. Strong hands; but gently holding onto you. His body moved with yours.

You danced with him for a few songs, without even realizing until Penny came over with her phone, of course she was snapping you finally having a good time. You downed the drink she was offering you. You didn’t stop the motion of your hips, knocking back the shot.

You turned around to take a look at the man you were dancing with for 15 minutes. He was beautiful. A nice beard, boyish smile, a NICE body. He was wearing gucci. Looking like money.

“You ar e very beautiful.” he said, into your ear. His accent was so beautiful. You gave him a slick smirk. “Thank you baby, you wanna buy me a drink?” you raised an eyebrow to him. He chuckled. “Yes of course. Any particular drink you’re craving?” he asked. “Henny.” you said, by instinct. You cringed Erik wore off on you. He took your hand with a smile and walked to the bar. He ordered your drink. “I’m y/n.” you said into his ear. He smirked placing a hand on your hip as he spoke to you. “My name is T’challa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” he said. You bit your lip watching his eyes as he leaned in.

The Next Morning

You woke up in a large hotel bed. You were wearing the gucci shirt that you saw the man T’challa in the night before. Your head was spinning from your hangover; but you smirked seeing the man sleeping next to you. You admired the scratches down his back, your handy work. The arm around your waist pulled you in. “You are awake.” T’challa turned to you and smiled. “I had a wonderful time last night.” he continued. You didn’t even think about it but you were nuzzling into his arms. “I enjoyed it too.” you spoke softly. He rolled over, hovering above you, settling comfortably between your legs. “You made my first night in America grand.” he said placing kisses along your jawline. You indulge in them. The both of you froze in your movements as you heard your phone vibrating on the night table. “That’s the fiftieth time your boyfriend has called you.” he said into your ear. Your eyes widened. He slowly kissed down your neck. “yes i know you have a boyfriend. I looked at your phone after the thirtieth time. He talks to you like he owns you.” “He doesn’t.” you said. A smile spread on T’challa’s face.

As you walked out of his hotel room, You noticed the guards standing around, staring you down as you walked into the elevator.

When you got to your apartment building, you slumped up to the door man, greeting him and tipping him; because god you’d hate to have his job. You slumped up the stairs to your apartment. When you got in you noticed Erik’s shoes and were in the middle of the floor. You rolled your eyes.

“Erik you in here?” you crept in closing the door. You knew it was gonna be an argument. You managed to get into the bathroom without running into Erik.

You changed from T’challa’s shirt into some of your shorts and a tee you grabbed on the way in. You hid it at the bottom of the basket.

As you walked out of the bathroom you bumped into a solid chest. Your eyes fluttered up to look at him. He glared down at you. “You can’t answer your phone? Where you been.” he asked. You pushed past him. “If you was home you’d know exactly where i’m at. The question is where were you.”

“Aye Nah you aint switching this shit up. Where you been?” he followed you. “How you gonna question me nigga? Where the fuck you been? Who’s bed did you hop out of to come argue with me?” you walked into the living room. You heard him chuckle and turned around. “nigga is that funny? You think you can run around doing whatever you want and i can’t go out?” you asked looking him in the eyes.

“So you gonna pretend you just went out and drank wit penny?” he stepped closer, “I saw her snap story. What you doing with this nigga all up on you?” he asked. “Mind ya business nigga.” you went into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

He trapped you between the fridge and himself. “You let him hit ma?” he said. “And if i did?” you looked into his eyes. He smirked. “So this is what you doin now?” he said. “You keep your hoes, right Erik. You was with one on our anniversary night. I can play ya games to nigga.”

”So you did fuck him huh?” he grabbed your hips. “Imma say it again. And if i did?” you pushed him away.

Now you were determined to play his games. “Do i ask you about your bitches? Don’t come to me with this.” you went into the bedroom and locked the door.

The next week went you ignoring Erik, while he tests you to start arguments. You didnt engage him. You went out and met with T’challa every night.

You walked out in a red velvet romper and Louis Vuitton ankle boots, a generous gift from T’challa.

“Where you going with ya ass out.” you glanced over at him as you fixed your hair. “Out with penny.” you gave a half assed lie. He grabbed your arm. “Yo lemme talk to you. Don’t catch an attitude i just wanna talk.” he said. “What Erik. Im late.” you said. He scoffed. “You gonna see that nigga everyday now?” he said. You didn’t look at him. “Erik. What do you want?”

“Tell him you’re gonna be late.” he said. “Erik I go-” he interrupted you by pressing you against the wall, kissing your neck. “Tell him.” he said. Your eyes rolled back, melting at his touch and his kisses. You took out your phone, telling t’challa you were running away. Then you tossed it onto the couch as he picked you up. He carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed. “He buy this for you?” he looked at your shoes. You rolled your eyes. “Nigga does it matter?.” he pulled them off and threw them across the room. “Don’t wear his shit around me.”

He pulled off the romper. He didnt rip it but you knew he didn’t care if he did. His jaw clenched. You were wearing

Erik was amazing in bed. You didn’t realize you missed making to love with him until he was inside you. In one rough stroke he entered you. You held onto him as he moved his hips roughly. It felt so deep you couldn’t breathe.

His hand was against your throat, squeezing tightly. And as you came he reminded you that no matter how many niggas you brought into your life you were his.

As you laid there, Letting Erik hold you, looked at him. “let’s break up.” you said laying your head on his chest.

A week later a thong. “You lettin this nigga hit?” he tore them off as he attacked your neck with rough kisses. You moaned gripping his biceps. He had you completely naked while he was fully clothed. You felt so exposed.

“I dont care what you do with him but imma remind you he cant fuck you like me lil mama. I own this shit.” he growled into your ear.

His hand was against your throat, squeezing tightly. And as you came he reminded you that no matter how many niggas you brought into your life you were his.

As you laid there, Letting Erik hold you, looked at him. “let’s break up.” you said laying your head on his chest.

You sat up and got dressed. “You triflin for this ma. This nigga comes around and spend a little on you and you leaving?” you looked at him. “Nigga you think im doing this cuz he got money??” you screamed. He sat up. “Yo gold digger ass friends got into your ear and now you just like them.” he said. Anger boiled inside you. You grabbed your shoe and threw it at his head. He dodged it. “Fuck you nigga!” you said.

He threw the shoe back, close enough to make you flinch “This nigga comes around and you change. I know he ain’t hittin it better than me so it much be all this new shit he buying making you act like some hoe.” he stood up crossing the room to you. “you wanna know the truth Erik? I realized i deserved better than you so call it what you want. I’m sick of being cheated on and lied to and neglected. You never take responsibility for the way you make me feel cuz it doesn’t matter to you.” you said. He scoffed and walked up to you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. “You’ll be back, i know you will.”he said. You pushed away from him and walked away before the tears could fall. He was such an asshole. All these things you knew he would say. You felt ever feeling you knew you’d feel when you told him you were leaving. But it hurt so bad how well you knew he didn’t care.

As you collected your things there was a knock on the door. Erik pretended he didn’t hear it so you were forced to stop packing and answer the door. T’challa stood on the other side. Your eyes widened. “What are you doing here?” you found yourself whispering. He took your face into his hands and gave you a passionate kiss. “I came to pick you up dear. I heard shouting are you okay?” he hugged you close. His strong chest was comforting. A relief to the pain you were feeling. You shut your eyes only to be snatched away from the warm embrace. Erik pulled you away. “Nah hommie. She ain’t goin nowhere.” He said. T’challa looked at you. “This is your boyfriend?” he said. “my ex.” you spoke up, snatching your arm away from him. “This is my cousin.” T’challa said. The two men stood face to face glaring at each other. Erik scoffed. “We barely all that nigga.” you looked between the two confused. “H-How?” “Did the great T’challa tell you his secret?” Erik said. You saw t’challa’s jaw clench. “It is none of your business. Thats enough N'Jadaka.” He said. You looked between the two of them. They spoke without breaking eye contact with each other. “Congrats baby girl, you opened your legs for a king.”

A/N: Hi. I just have trouble sleeping so i wrote some stuff.

-Jazzi

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