He starts shaking his head as her words begin to sink in. "I'm sorry, Doll. It's not like that. She isn't a bar-b.i.t.c.h. I'm not looking to settle down, though. The white picket fence and s.h.i.+t isn't for me."

"She doesn't want a white picket fence, dumba.s.s. Neither, Sa.s.s or I, feel ready for the complications of a serious relations.h.i.+p. Sometimes chicks are out to have a good time and see where it goes, not get married right off the bat. Why do men make such quick a.s.sumptions?" Doll's frustrations are rolling off her with each word.

"I f.u.c.ked up, Doll. My bad. You know I can't give her what she needs or wants, not long term. It's a good time, that's all. I didn't mean to be harsh this morning. It was just habit, that's all," he says running his hand through his hair.

"'My bad.' That's all you're gonna say?" Doll lowers her voice, mocking Tank to his face. "'My bad. It's a habit.' Man, f.u.c.k you, Tank!"

And before either of us can respond, Doll is off at a slow jog to catch up with her friend. Meanwhile, Tank is still shaking his head, running his hand through his short, dark hair, sighing.

I sigh as well. "Do I even want to know, brother?"

"Nah, man. I f.u.c.ked up, it's what I do. Danza is gonna f.u.c.king kill me when he finds out," Tank replies as the relaxed tone of his voice is replaced with tension and something else that might even be sadness.

"She's an adult. Danza won't be happy, but I'm sure he'll understand. She's the one who's p.i.s.sed enough she seems ready to cut your b.a.l.l.s off." I say, thinking, 'd.a.m.n, he really messed this one up.'

"It is what it is. f.u.c.k her, man. Come on, let's get to sermon."

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Other t.i.tles by Ryan Michele.

Blood and Loyalties By Ryan Michele.

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