“Shit. I want you, Chess. Make no mistake on that one, dig? Want you bad. So bad I ain’t even can think of any else sometimes, ’cept gettin you under me. Ain’t give a fuck what pills you swallow get you through the day or what happens you ain’t got em, aye? Still want you.”
“Aw, naw, ain’t sayin that. You do what you need an ain’t try telling you no, but … takin you to bed, want you there, not just your body. An want you knowin it’s me. Love you, Chess. Dig?”
“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, princess. Ain’t no one do bad like I do.”
“Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.”
“You ain’t got no advantages when you’re small and contrary.”“I ain’t puny,” I said hotly. “And I ain’t contrary.”
“You can trust me, he says.You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?You don’t. But I ain’t.”