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“Rasheeda.”

I stopped and turned toward the voice, already irritated when I spotted Dexter standing near the garage.

“What the fuck are you doing at my house?” I demanded.

“I need to talk to you about AJ,” he replied, walking toward me.

“Dexter, we’re not doing this… again. AJ already told you he doesn’t wanna see you so that should be the end of that.”

“He’on know what he wants,” he snapped. “You and that nigga Khaotic got his head fucked up.”

I shook my head and started toward the house.

“Get the fuck off my property, Dexter. I’m not doing this with you.”

Before I made it to the walkway, he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

“Don’t walk away from me while I’m talking to you,” he warned.

“Nigga, get your fucking hands off me!” I yelled, trying to pull away.

Instead of letting go, Dexter grabbed my other arm and jerked me closer.

“You think I’m about to let another nigga raise my son and act like I’on exist?” He demanded.

“That’s exactly what you did for sixteen fucking years!” I snapped, shoving against his chest. “Now let me go!” I yelled as I kneed him in the dick. I pulled away and headed toward the house, but he caught the back of my shirt and yanked me toward him.

The next thing I knew, he shoved me against my car. Pain shot through my shoulder as I hit the door, and I immediately swung at him. My palm caught him across the face, but he grabbed my wrist before I could hit him again.

“Nigga, get the fuck off me!” I screamed, struggling to break free.

He reached for my other arm, but before he could grab it, somebody snatched him backward.

“Bitch ass nigga!” I heard Mase’s voice snarl.

I barely had time to move away before Mase drove his fist into Dexter’s face. Dexter stumbled backward, but Mase caught him with another punch before he could regain his balance.

Dexter tried swinging, but he was no match for Mase. He grabbed Dexter by his shirt, drove another fist into his face, then shoved him away from my car.

Dexter stumbled before Mase hit him hard enough to send him straight to the driveway. This time he didn’t get back up.

Mase stood over him for a moment before turning toward me.

“Baby, you hurt?” He asked, coming over to check on me.

“My shoulder,” I admitted, rubbing it. “He shoved me against the car, but I’m okay.”

Mase looked at the redness on my arms where Dexter had grabbed me. His jaw tightened before he turned toward the unconscious man lying in my driveway.

“Baby, go in the house for me,” he instructed.

I looked at him. “Mase, what you about to do?”

“Baby, go in the house and lock the door,” he repeated instead of answering me.

I glanced toward Dexter before looking back at my man. I’d dealt with that nigga harassing me long enough, and after what he’d just done, I wasn’t about to beg Mase to leave him alone.

“Be careful,” I told him.