I’m still a tad bit in my feelings about what had happened earlier at the shop. Chris was out handling other “work” while Heather, my sisters, and I had to watch over shop with other workers. I didn’t mean for it to get to me, but it had me questioning a lot of things. The girl, her name is Sabrina, totally had my attention when she said she had fucked Chris a while ago. She was talking to one of her friends while at the shop, and I had to interfere with her conversation because she was talking about my nigga. The bitch had a smirk plastered on her face the whole time too, and that’s when I should’ve known that she was fucking with me, but at the time I wasn’t paying any mind to her antics. Bitch was bout to catch the hands too, but luckily Heather was in the room as well to straighten things out. Word is that Sabrina fucked around to get where she is now.
“I know you not still thinking bout what happened earlier.” Chris grumbled, his head laying on my stomach. I let out a sigh, knowing that I should let it go because there wasn’t no truth to that bitches words.
“I’m trying not to,” I mumbled, causing him to huff and turn his head so his chin was planted on my stomach now, “but I trust you Chris, it’s these girls out here who keep fuckin with me, and I ain’t tryna fight no bitch either.” I rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle. Glad to see that he finds this amusing. Can you sense the sarcasm in my tone?
“It’s good that you trust me, baby, that’s all that matters.” He kissed my stomach, “But Ion’t want you fighting, they ain’t worth it.” I nodded my head at his words, as he began to caress my thighs in his hands. “Can I?” His voice was husky, forming a puddle between my legs.
“Mhmm.” I hummed. I couldn’t find my voice, and I know he’s bout to put it on me.
- 6 months later -
Janaya
Destiny and I were walking through the mall, going to different stores that held baby clothes and other baby necessities. Yes, I said baby clothes. Destiny is six months pregnant, and I can’t believe I’m bout to be an auntie. There’s just something about kids that put a calm in your life, and that’s exactly what Chris and Destiny need. Chris was happy as hell once Des informed him on her pregnancy, she had to at least be one and a half week when she found out, and now here we are six months later shopping for the baby.
“So how are you revealing the sex of the baby again?” I asked, skimming through the many baby clothes. It’s crazy that I used to be this tiny, and now I’m grown.
“The sonogram will either be in a blue or pink balloon, and I’m gonna pop that balloon to reveal it.” Des informed, rubbing her round little tummy. I nodded my head, smiling at the sight. Des isn’t that big, but I know in about a couple weeks her baby bump will be bigger than what it is now.
“You tell Chris?” I asked, she shook her head, “So me and you are the only ones that know?” She nodded her head, oh lord! “This shall be interesting sis, I already know he’s gon be hype.”
“That he is.” She chuckled, combing her fingers through her wavy tresses.
Setting up the theme in the backyard, Lauren and I put blue and pink streamers around the posts, set the tables, and other necessities needed for the reveal of the sex of the baby. Today was gonna be a good day, our parents flew out because this will be their first grandchild, and they finally get to meet Chris’ mama. She’s such a sweetheart, but try her if you want to, she’ll gladly put you in your place. In a classy way though.
“Naya, can I tell you something.” Lauren said, setting down the two balloons onto the front table where Destiny and Chris would be standing in an a hour or two.
I looked at Lauren with a confused expression, “Yeah. You can tell me anything, La.” I stated the obvious. I mean, that’s how me and my sisters’ relationship was, to be able to tell each other anything without being judged.
“Well, I’m three months pregnant. I wanted to surprise both you and Des, but just looking at all this decor has me excited!” She beamed, I smiled so big!
“You serious?” I asked just for clarification, she nodded her head smile still on her face. I let out a squeal, doing a dance in my spot. “Saleem know?” I asked, she bit her bottom lip.
“I don’t know how to tell him, but I think he’s catching on.”
“Why don’t you tell him tonight.” I suggested, she nodded her head coming to conclusion that she would do that.
I’m bout to be an auntie to two. I’m so happy for this because Destiny was told earlier that she wouldn’t be able to have kids due to the damage that Marcel caused, but I guess God had a different plan, which we are all thankful for.
Destiny
“Okay, I just want to thank you all for coming tonight. It means a lot to me and Chris, especially since I was told earlier in my life that I wouldn’t be able to conceive,” I paused, rubbing my round belly, as Chris soothed my sides with his touch, “but here I am, seven years later carrying my first child.” I smiled, while our family and friends clapped with faint tears.
“You okay, baby?” Chris asked into my ear, kissing it softly. I nodded, turning my face to look at his side profile, soon pecking his lips.
“Thank you.” I smiled, he smiled at me as well, licking his lips and standing up straight. “All right, who’s ready to find out what we’re having?” I asked, and everyone hooted and hollered. Chris was now standing on the side of me, anxious of what we’re going to have. I picked up the needle the was in the middle of both balloon stands, going back and forth between the blue and pink balloon at least three times before actually popping the right color.
“Ahh shit! We having a BOY!” Chris exclaimed, holding his fist up to his mouth.
“Language, Christopher!” Mama J scolded him, I just laughed because Chris started apologizing to her. She doesn’t mind that he curses, it’s just that she dislikes when he does it around her, which is understandable. I wouldn’t want for my son to be cussing in front of me, he’ll be getting popped.
“Aw, my little baby is having a baby boy.” My mom cooed, coming over to me and hugging me, “I’m going to spoil him so much.”
“Uh uh, no you’re not.” I shook my head, laughing. I will not have that because knowing my mom, she’s going to baby him so much and that’s what I don’t need. He’s my son, let me do that.
“Okay, okay,” she held her hands up, “but just a little bit.” She winked, I just shook my head at my mom, letting her have that thought.
“Thank you baby, for blessing me with a mini me.” Chris came behind me, planting his big hands onto my belly rubbing it. “He gon be a little bad ass, I hope you know that.” He informed me.
I nodded, “I know.” I laughed, “I wonder what he’s going to look like.” I smiled.
“Like me, duh.” Chris stated, I scrunched up my face, giving him side-eye, “I’m just playing baby, he gon have some of your features, but my genes strong as fuck.” I playfully rolled my eyes, waving him off.
“Hey Mike, can I talk to you?” Lauren came up to me at the shop. This is weird because normally she avoids me at all costs, but I guess something is bothering her. Not that I mind that she wants to talk, but I’m feeling different about it. You know how you get those weird vibes? Well I got that. Clearing my throat, looking down at her then to the side, I put my focus back on her.
“Sure, wassup?” I asked. It wasn’t busy around here, so I didn’t care that we talked out here. She fiddled with her hands, soon the hem of her shirt. Now I know she’s nervous, what the fuck she got to tell me, man?
“Lauren, ma. Spit it out.” I heaved a breath. I don’t know why I’m getting frustrated but I hate when people waste my time.
She shook her head, chuckling bitterly. “You know when you pinned me about ‘messing around’ a while back?” She questioned, a little attitude laced in her tone; I sucked my teeth nodding my head at her, “Well I was pregnant, with your kid. I was gon keep it, but then decided against it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I just thought you should know. We don’t have to talk anymore after this. And if you don’t want me working here, I’ll understand.” She rambled. Abortion. That’s what it comes down to when she said ‘decided against it’. Can I really be mad? Yes and No. I’m pissed because she kept the pregnancy from me, but I’m not because I did her wrong.
I licked over my lips, nodding my head, “Nah, it’s cool Lauren. I understand. I’m not firing you, so you good. But you right about us not talking anymore, this conversation is done.” I finished, walking pass her and outside to get some air.
“What’s wrong with you, nigga?” Chris walked up to me, locking his car in the process. I shook my head, licking over my lips.
“Lauren was pregnant, my dude.” I released a breath, “She was gon have my kid.” I put my hands on the back of my head, looking out at the street.
“Forreal?” He questioned, I nodded. “Damn, but look you can’t stress about it Mike. It’s done, y’all just gon have to move on from this just like y’all were doing before she put you on.”
“I hear you, Chris. Thanks, dawg.” I dapped him, he nodded his head in respect. “But look, I’m bout to get gone.” I informed.
“Aiight, we’ll be good here.” I nodded, and we went our separate ways. What to do, what to do?
“Ooh, Miiiike!” Chyna moaned out, as I was hitting it from the back. I don’t care that she had me on pussy probation. I needed to bust a good nut, and being that I was mad as fuck about what Lauren informed me on, I decided to take it out on Chyna. She likes this rough shit. Pulling a fistful of her hair back, I sucked on her neck causing her pussy to have a vice grip on my dick. “Babyyyy!”
“You like that shit?” I grumbled, my strokes going harder than before.
“Yesss! I love it!” She yelped, biting into the pillow. Finishing off my nut, that’s all I needed to bring me back to a calm state. Fucking.
Chris
Entering Destiny’s house right behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist kissing against her neck. She smelt so bomb, vanilla and strawberries type shit. She pushed my head away from her neck, bumping me with her backside walking out of my embrace. I know she is still not mad! I ain’t do shit, so she has got to stop listening to others.
“What’s wrong wit’ you?” I asked, closing the front door and following her into the kitchen. She decided on not answering me, ignoring me. “Aiight, Imma go then.” I shook my head, huffing walking out the kitchen.
“To go see that bitch, huh?” Destiny spat, following behind me. I chuckled to myself, I don’t know what bitch she’s talking about, but I ain’t messing with no one behind her back. Why would I jeopardize what we have?
“What bitch, Destiny? Huh? You need to stop listening to what others say, ma. I’m with you twenty-five eight, so why you actin like this?” I blew out a frustrated breath. I hated arguing with her because the shit was a headache, and being that we’re both stubborn doesn’t help.
“You haven’t been with me the past two days, so I don’t know what to believe!” She yelled out, folding her arms over her chest. This is what I didn’t have time for, she knows what I do besides running the store and club, so why in the hell is she actin insecure? I ain’t gon ask that cause that will be a bigger argument.
“Baby, you know I handle shit out in the streets. Don’t even go there with me. As for these little females coming to you with some false news, they wanted you to feel some type of way.” I shook my head, running my hand down my face.
“Yeah, okay.” She rolled her eyes. She don’t like to be wrong at times, but she knows what it is.
“Destiny, you have got to trust me. I wouldn’t go this hard for you, if I went out to the next. What does that make me look like?” I questioned, standing in front of her pulling her into my chest.
“Like Mike.” She chuckled, shaking her head.
“That was low.” I laughed, remembering the way Mike did Lauren because he listened to one of his old ho’s, but oh well. “Speaking about him, you know La was pregnant with his seed?” It’s weird how we can go from arguing, to a civilized conversation right after.
“Yeah, she told Naya and me a couple days ago.” She shook her head, wiping under her eye. “But I guess all things worked out. La now has Saleem, and Mike is rekindling what he has with Chyna.”
“Yeah, you right.” I agreed, “So you done being mad at daddy?” I asked, smirking at her rosy cheeks.
“Get out my face.” She chuckled, mushing my head back playfully going to the fridge. I wasn’t going to leave her alone until she told me she wasn’t mad anymore, so being the annoying person I am, I was all up in her space messing with her. Kissing on her neck, tickling her sides all that mushy shit. I haven’t done this in a while, and I honestly missed it. “Alriiiight! I’m not mad.” Des got out through her laughter.
“Good, cause Ion’t like it when you mad at me.” I smiled into her neck, pulling her closer if that was possible. I wanted her to feel my manhood against her ass, pressing up on her skin. This is why she shouldn’t wear these short ass dresses around me, makes me want her even more.
“I don’t either, but get your friend.” She turned in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck, biting her bottom lip.
Lauren
“You okay, baby?” Saleem asked, rubbing his hand against my back, I nodded my head against his chest just taking in his scent.
I just got done telling him about the abortion, and the conversation I had with Mike earlier today. I really thought it was gonna go a different direction than what it did. To say I was happy about it being calm was an understatement. “But I have a question.”
“What?” I asked, lifting my head so my chin was pressed against his chest.
“Will this effect you from having kids down the line?” He shifted his head to the side, clenching his jaw. I furrowed my brows, shaking my head.
“No.” I mumbled, “My doctor said it wouldn’t due to it being a professional operation.” I cupped his chin making us have eye contact, “Why did you ask?” I inquired.
“Because Lauren, I want you to have my kids ma. I’m not saying now, but down the line I do, so I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, showing off his crooked smile.
“What if I said that it did effect me from carrying a baby?”
“I wouldn’t leave you, there are other options too.” He pecked my nose. This man is damn perfect!
“I love you.” I smiled, slowly slapping my hand over my mouth. That wasn’t supposed to slip just yet. Dammit!!!!! I broke our gaze, as he chuckled beneath me.
“I love you too, ma.” He turned my face back to his, “So don’t be embarrassed baby, it was gon come out sooner or later.” He smirked, I playfully rolled my eyes, slapping his chest.
“Say it again.” I locked eyes with him, his hands sliding down to my butt placing a firm grip.
“I love you Lauren Nicole Santana.” He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact. My insides are fucking exploding with happiness.
“I love you too Saleem Smith.” I smiled dimple deep, planting my lips onto his.
“Why you keep playin with me, ma.” He grumbled, I rolled my eyes smacking my teeth. If this nigga don’t hop off my damn clit! This nigga been tryna get at me for the past three months, and I ain’t give him the time of day. I don’t even know his name. What was it? Jason? Jeremy? Jacob? Shit, I don’t know!
“Ain’t nobody playin wit’ you. I don’t like you.” I stated, rolling my eyes. Niggas will just never understand that I don’t want to be bothered; but they steady on me, for what? I have no clue.
“You’re a bitch.”
“But you was steady on me. Nigga you knew what it was up from jump, so please.” I scoffed, walking off towards my car. I just couldn’t deal with the stupidity.
As you can see things have changed for me, my attitude is even more disgusting than what it used to be. After our kidnapping, I bottled up a lot of my emotions not knowing how to express my hurt, so this is why I am the way I am. The relationship with my sisters is rocky at the moment ever since my whole attitude went a three-sixty. I don’t like myself this way, but being that I went through that I’m not the same person I am. I’m more guarded, not letting anyone in because I’m afraid that I’ll get hurt in the end. Even though my sisters and I went through it together, they have someone to confide into whereas I’m alone with no nigga to understand my pain. Shaking my head, I just need to talk to someone.
Pulling up to the shop, I put my car in park soon getting out and walking towards Last Kings clothing store. I honestly just didn’t want to deal with customers today, but work seemed to take my mind off a lot of stress. It was much needed. Walking into the shop, I headed towards the back to put my bag in the locker and put my lunch in the fridge. Standing up straight I was met with Austin. Why he’s here makes no sense, but he is Chris’ cousin and I guess that gives him leeway of coming here.
“Wassup, Naya.” Austin greeted, looking me up and down. I inhaled a breath, slowly releasing not trying to roll my eyes.
“Work.” I shrugged, walking around him and to my locker “You?” I asked, opening the locker and grabbing my phone out my bag, putting it in my back pocket.
“Shit, chillin here for a while.” I nodded my head, ready to get out of this room and just work my ass off. “You look damn good by the way.” Austin smiled, his country accent coming out some.
“Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself.” I smiled, hurriedly walking out the locker room and going to my work post which was the front section of the store.
What’s going on with me?
Destiny
Janaya walking pass me hella fast, caused for me to pause my work and look over at her weird. She’s been quiet lately, attitude higher than ever though. Anything you said to her would just irk her nerve, and it’s not cute. I want my little sister to go back to how she used to be, but it’s gon be a long while before she gets out of that traumatic trance. Every time I try and console her, she doesn’t want to be bothered, so I don’t know what else to do but to leave her alone. I know that isn’t the best thing to do, but I’m not bout to put all my energy into her when she doesn’t want the help. Like mama said can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped, and that’s exactly why I’m laying off her for now --- Shaking my head, I looked to see Austin coming out the back as well. Uh huh! This boy been crushing on Naya for a while, and I know his ass said something, he ain’t slick. Looking down at my watch it was going on three in the afternoon, which means my shift is over and now I can finally enjoy some time with my baby.
The past three months have been rocky, not between Chris and I, but my sisters and I’s relationship. The good thing that came out of the last three months is Chris and I. I love me some him, and being that he told me he loved me first had my heart pumping for joy. I honestly just appreciate Chris for everything, dealing with my crazy family, my past, everything. I know for sure that any other nigga I would’ve met would leave in an instant. Not Chris though, he’s been through some shit.... Smiling at how far we’ve came, I made my way to his office, my heels clicking with every step. Knocking on the door, I heard someone say ‘come in’. Opening the door, I made my presence known sitting in front of Chris’ desk.
“Hey Mike, Austin.” I greeted, “Chris.” I smirked, he shook his head chuckling.
“What you want?” Chris asked, licking his lips as his eyes focused on my dress. The zig-zag tie in front of my boobs had him mesmerized.
“Rude.” I muttered “But I wanna take you to lunch, since my shift is over.” I shrugged, looking down at my manicured nails.
“Nah baby, it’s the other way around. Imma take you out.” Chris stated, causing me to look up at his smiling face.
“This corny ass nigga!” Ty exclaimed, ruining the moment. I sucked my teeth, flipping him the bird.
“Nigga hop off me and my girl, and go see Chyna.” Chris spat, clenching his jaw. I couldn’t help but chuckle, that’s Ty’s fault for getting into our conversation, acting as if Chris wouldn’t say something.
“Maaan, here you go! Why you had to bring her up?” He huffed, leaning into his chair. Trouble in paradise? I guess so.
“Cause I can.” Chris chortled “Anyway, me and my girl bout to get lunch. Don’t miss us too much.” Chris stood, brushing down his shirt, dusting off his jeans. Licking my lips he looked too damn fine, he looks fine everyday, but today is just something different. “Stop eye raping me, and leggo!”
“I hate you!” I exclaimed, laughing getting up from the chair pulling down my dress in the process. He did not have to put all my bidness out there like that, shit he better be lucky I was even lookin at him because he stay lurkin my way, and I never complain. I love when he looks at me, makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world, well in his world.
“I’m playing baby.” He came up behind me, planting his hand on my butt giving it a nice squeeze. “But this dress, too short.” I rolled my eyes, before replying.
“Bitch!” I imitated Too Short from his song, causing Chris to shake his head and for Austin and Ty to laugh. “But com’on, handsome man.” I puckered up my lips, blowing him a kiss.
“Like I said, CORNY!” Ty shouted out, as we walked out the office. I shook my head, grabbing onto Chris’ hand as we walked out the hall and towards the front. Ty can shut up though, he’s just mad that he’s miserable and can’t have a fun relationship, or maybe Chyna put him on pussy probation, which I don’t blame her for, his ass don’t deserve none.... Corny or not, I love me some Chris and he knows how to treat me well. That’s my little yellow pooh bear.
Lauren
It’s been eight months since my abortion, and five months since I’ve been with Saleem. I don’t know if I should tell him about the abortion because he deserves to know, but it wouldn’t make sense because he wasn’t the father of my child. This shit is eating me up, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold this in. I should’ve told Mike at the time, but I was in my ‘fuck him’ mode, since he did me the way he did. No, we weren’t in a relationship but he made it seem that way. I should have never opened up to him so easily, both my feelings and legs because now here I am in a funk. I honestly do hate him, that’s why it’s just better to keep our distance. I don’t see us ever going back to being friends, shit is so different between us that it wouldn’t make sense. Mike probably thinks everything is peachy, when in all it isn’t.
“Sisterrr!” Janaya shouted, once she entered the living room. For once she’s in a happy place. She has been in a super funk, and Destiny and I have tried to talk to her, but she shut us out. Maybe I should tell her what I did, I’ll probably live with a lighter conscious too.. hopefully. “You won’t guess what happened today!” She smiled, falling dramatically onto the couch. I couldn’t help but chuckle, I missed her this way.
“Well what happened, Naya?” I asked, pulling my hair back sitting on my feet.
“I think Austin is feeling me. He complimented me, and there was a little bit of flirting he threw my way too.” She gushed. I couldn’t help but chuckle, she’s just now figuring out that his ass been feeling her?
“Naya, you been so blind baby. He’s been feeling you since we all met.” I chuckled, she nodded her head blowing out a breath.
“I know, I just didn’t want to believe it.” She shrugged, I furrowed my brows not comprehending. She looked at me, shaking her head before speaking “I knew he had other girls on him, so I wasn’t bout to push myself up on him like that.”
“Oh, I understand.” I nodded, as she leaned into the couch. I can tell her now, or just wait till Des comes home, which should be in a little bit. She had texted me earlier saying that her and Chris were on a date, and would be home by seven. The time now is 6:45... I’ll just wait till we’re all together, it’s better that way honestly. I just don’t feel like repeating myself after, so waiting is what I’ll have to do.
“Lauren, you okay?” I heard Destiny ask, entering the living room. I shook my head, there was no need to lie and I could only hold this in for so damn long. “What’s wrong?” She asked, taking a seat on the other couch as Janaya sat up diverting her attention to me, muting the television at the same time.
“Well I’ve been wanting to tell you guys for awhile, just didn’t know how to say it.” I breathed out, brushing hair out my face. They nodded their heads for me to continue, confused facial expressions. “You know how Mike and I had a falling out?” I asked.
Janaya rolled her eyes “Yeah, his dumb ass really believed that ho too. I stopped fuckin with him after that.” She shook her head. That’s my little baby for you, she will always stick by her sisters side. Janaya is forreal a rider, and no one will ever understand why she goes so hard for us.
“Right!” Des cosigned “He has his moments, but he starting to get on my nerves.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling “Anyways, why you bringin that up?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, licking my lips “I got an abortion, it was his kid. I feel bad for keeping it from him, but he wasn’t gon believe me. So I did what I had to do.” I closed my eyes, not ready to face their responses. Ever get that feeling of being judged? Well that’s how I’m feeling, but I know my sisters wouldn’t judge me.
“La.” Janaya’s voice croaked, wrapping me in her embrace “It’s okay. Don’t cry, love. We know you did it for you, but you can’t live with the hurt no more. I’m not telling you to get over it, but you have to make peace with yourself and the decision.” She rubbed my back, as the tears fell from my eyes. For Janaya to be the youngest, she sure does speak the wisest. Destiny joined us, wrapping her arms around us both.
“It’s gonna be okay. We got you, La.” Des kissed my cheek, “But serious question, you tell Mike?” I shook my head, rubbing under my nose. They nodded their heads, letting everything consume their minds. I do need to tell Michael though, he deserves to know.
“Destiny can we talk?” I broke the silence in my room, as we were laying in each other’s embrace. Sitting up, she sat on the side of me moving hair out of her face.
“What is it?” She asked furrowing her brows, biting her inner cheek. Indicating she was nervous. I chuckled silently at her cuteness.
“It’s nothing bad, so relax.” I said, grasping hold of her small manicured hand. In order for me to get to the next level with her, I have to be honest with not only her, but with myself. And I’ve come to the conclusion of what that is. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She smiled, poking my nose.
I shook my head “Nah, I love you. I love you more than a friend, and the day that you and your sisters got taken I was gon ask you to be my woman. That’s when I realized that I loved you more than just a friend, because it’s like a part of me was missing when you were gone.” I licked my lips, looking into her glossy eyes. “Shit was fucked up, and that’s when Heather called it out. She knew that I loved you, shit I still love you. It sucks that I had to come to that realization, but I’m in love wit’ you, Destiny.”
“Chris..” Des choked, tears falling down her face. “Are you being serious?”
“Hell yeah! I wouldn’t say that I love you, just to say it. I really love you Destiny, and I want to be your man, the one who protects you from the hurt that has been caused. You have to be willing to let me love you, Destiny.” I grabbed hold of her waist, placing her on my lap so she was in a straddling position.
She nodded her head “I know, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, you wouldn’t hurt me. If anything I might hurt you, because of this life I live. But I’m willing to make changes in my life, this shit ain’t for me anymore.” I licked my lips, rubbing my hands in a circular motion on her back “We both have to meet equally in order to move our relationship forward.” She nodded her head, wiping her tears “So, Destiny would you be my woman, officially?”
“Yes.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I got you, till the end of time.” She muttered, our foreheads touching. Hearing her say that, made my heart beat at a rapid pace. I finally got my woman, someone who’s gon hold it down for a long time. As long as she got me, I got her.
Michael
“So you really had no idea of what happened to the girls?” I questioned Chyna for the thousandth time this week, even if it’s the same answer I just can’t seem to move passed it. It’s fuckin with my mind heavily, and a part of me wants to believe her, but the other part doesn’t. Also, I know Chyna is getting annoyed with me for continuously questioning her about the situation.
“No Michael! How many times do I have to tell you? I was scared for my life, because I didn’t want anything to happen to you. What makes you think I would plan some foul shit like that?” She retorted, folding her arms over her chest.
“Because you prolly didn’t want to see me move on!”
She chuckled bitterly, shaking her head “You are something else, you know that?” She rhetorically asked, licking her lips shaking her head “I talked to Lauren, and she strictly stated that you two were friends because you didn’t want to take it to that level. I’m guessing it’s because one of your many hoes said something to you, huh?” She sat on the couch, my eyes widened at how she knows about my supposed hoes.
“How you know I got hoes?” I asked.
“Words travel Mike.” She shook her head “I thought I was saving your ass, but you couldn’t do one thing and try to look for me or your son. You went the other direction to fuck your stress away.” A tear fell from her left eye. “I don’t know how we got to this conversation, but you need to get your priorities together Michael. These hoes don’t love you, they love what you can do for them.”
I just nodded, letting her words marinate in my mind. If I can’t get a relationship back with Lauren, I’ll work on bettering our friendship. As for these hoes, I have to let them go. The most important thing I have to do is to get my family back, and the only way that’s gon happen is that I get Chyna to trust me again. I’m gon do better than what my father couldn’t do. My son needs me, and so does Chyna. That’s all that matters.
Angela - Chyna
I love Michael, I really do, so I don’t see why he would think I would plan some shit like that. I’m not that kind of person, especially if I got threatened by the same people who were out to get him, I just wouldn’t do that. His accusations hurt, because he really thought I would stoop that low? I’m not that kind of person, and plus I never had a problem with the girls when I met them, so no I wouldn’t plan a kidnapping. I’m not that evil. And why would I want to kidnap anyone, when I have a child and thinking about his well-being? There’s just no logical sense for me to do that. It’s just stupid to me how those fucktards tried to pin that on me, when their boss got locked up. Just stupid ass niggas who can’t handle their own battles, but now they all six feet under. Do I feel bad? Hell no! They ruined my family, and the sanity I did have. Paranoid because I thought eyes were watching my every move, scared that they’ll kill me and King, and that just couldn’t happen.
“Angela.” Michael spoke, licking his lips. I raised my head to look at him, he hasn’t called me Angela in a while unless it’s serious.
“What?” I asked, shifting in my seat, taking my attention off him and onto the blank Plasma on the wall. I knew he would make me look at him, but I just couldn’t right now.
“I wanna apologize.” He paused, I nodded for him to continue “Sorry that I got you in this mess, and never went out to find you. That’s my fault. Also, I was wondering if we can move on from this, and just work on bettering us.” He plead.
“All is forgiven.” I looked at him, sighing “But what do you mean, bettering us?” I cocked my brow, licking my lips. I thought he didn’t want shit to do with me, considering all the hoes he does have.
“I mean, can we start over. I want my family back, and to do that I want you back here so we can fix what we had.” He genuinely stated, grasping hold of my hand. I looked down at our hands, softly smiling to myself.
“It’s not gonna go back to what it used to be, but we can move forward slowly. Deal?” I asked, biting my inner cheek, containing the smile that was ready to form on my face.
Free: release from captivity, confinement, or slavery
Is Marcel really free without knowing his consequences once he’s out? What he doesn’t know is that once he leaves those four walls, and those metal bars, he really isn’t free. He’ll be going through hell once he gets to his final destination. All he had was one chance to not fuck up, and what did he do? FUCKED UP! He messed with the wrong man, his Uncle, his blood. For what? He had no specific reason. He just did it on his own selfish, lustful ways. He wanted to hurt his family, and he knew how that would happen. Take the girls away. But to what extent? As if they would never find out. So NO he’s not a free man, but we’ll let him think that for the time being.
Am I really free? If so these niggas dumber than I thought. Marcel thought to himself, smirking at his devious plan.
Only for him to be the dumb ass in this situation. He doesn’t know that Destiny, Janaya and Lauren have been found, but he’s in for a rude awakening. Y’all thought his father David was bad on him? Nah, Alonzo gon finish the job, just like he wanted to do the first time. Ring out a full barrel on his ass. At this point Marcel isn’t considered as family; he crossed way too many boundaries, and now the consequences are going to be dealt with. Jail couldn’t stop him, so death is the other option. A slow death, or maybe a quick one.
“Being that you’re getting released Santana, I better not see you back here.” Joe Bridges, one of the many guards who saw hope in Marcel, stated sternly.
“Nah, you won’t Joe. Stay up, man.” Marcel smiled, dapping him as he took the clothes he came in with out of Joe’s hands. Walking to another area, he had to change out of his jumpsuit then get checked one more time before his final release.
“Alright you’re free to go.” Joe said, opening the gate to let Marcel walk out of. Marcel nodded at him, walking out of the entrance to be met with the sun. Something that he missed, there was no light in the jail. Only time he saw the sun was when they went out on the yard for an hour.
Good to be back. Marcel thought to himself, walking down the many steps before being met up with Shad’s parked vehicle. Breathing in the fresh air, he didn’t realize how much his missed the outside world, even though he’s been locked up for three months. Knocking on the window, Shad looked up unlocking the doors, revving up the engine.
“You happy to be out?” Shad asked once Marcel was fully into the car, soon pulling out the parking space and onto the empty road.
“Yeah, man.” Marcel muttered, licking his lips, sinking into the seat “So what we doing again?” He asked.
“Going to one of uncs warehouses, to talk about getting the girls back.” Shad reminded, looking over at Marcel he nodded his head. Shad put his focus back on the road, letting his thoughts consume his mind. Can’t wait till this shit is over. He thought to himself, as he drove in silence. He didn’t want to talk because there was nothing to say, their minds needed to be clear of everything. No distractions, especially Shad.
Driving for another hour and a half, they pulled up to the warehouse, seeing that there were three parked black Escalade trucks, angled towards the doors. They both hopped out of Shad’s car, making their short walk into the warehouse. Marcel entered first, thinking of nothing as he walked in with Shad right behind him. This is how it’ll all end here for Marcel.
“Turn left.” Shad muttered from behind Marcel. Marcel nodded his head, making a swift left they entered a room where all the men were situated. Alonzo, two of their cousins, Cecil and Rakim the same ones from the previous encounter, Chris and Tyga, and last but not least Saleem.
“Ah, it’s so good to have you back.” Alonzo greeted, playing it cool. He informed all the men in the room of what they were going to do about the situation. What Marcel fails to realize is that the girls are at the warehouse as well. “How does it feel to be free?” Alonzo smiled, folding up his sleeves to a quarter length.
“It feels good, Unc.” Marcel smiled, too grateful at this moment. I’m one step ahead of them, these fools so stupid! He thought to himself “I heard what happened.” He spoke, taking a seat at the table.
“It’s some tough shit.” Alonzo spoke, shaking his head holding his composure. Chris was holding his tongue as he saw this shit playing in front of him. All he wanted to do was put a bullet into Marcel’s head “You know what’s funny?” Alonzo asked rhetorically, chuckling bitterly shaking his head. “That your own family will turn on you.”
“What?” Marcel asked, furrowing his brows “You think I would set some shit up like that?” He gritted.
“I don’t “think”, I fuckin know young! You got some dumb ass soldiers Marcel, and for that this is how it ends.” Alonzo spat, as Cecil and Rakim uncovered the dead bodies of Bryce and Ely. “You wanna kidnap my daughters?! Your fuckin family? Nigga I should kill yo ass, but it ain’t my duty. GIRLS!” Alonzo shouted, fuming at his own outburst.
The clinking of heels could be heard and one by one the girls entered the room, blank expressions on their faces. Marcel looked at everyone in the room, fear overcoming his entire being. He should fear for his life, he has done the most malicious thing ever to his family without thinking of the consequences. If he was smart he would’ve ended the plan once he got locked away, but nope he did it for his own selfish reasons. Apologizing won’t help him, he’s in too deep to get out of this. He already done his wrong doings.
“Before they kill you, I just want to know something.” Destiny spoke, breaking the silence. Marcel nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. “Why did you do it? Knowing what could’ve happened.”
Marcel sighed, looking up “I.. I don’t know.” He licked his lips “I did it for my own selfish reasons, at the time I didn’t care. I know sorry won’t take any of this back, but I hope y’all find it in your hearts to forgive me for what I have done.” He spoke honestly.
“All was forgiven before, you just added more to the non-trust. Have a good life Marcel, sorry that this has to happen, but sorry would never heal the pain you caused us.” Destiny spat, tears falling down her cheeks. She wasn’t crying because she was sad, but because she was livid. Livid that it had to get to this point. Shaking her head, she walked out the room with Lauren and Janaya behind her. They had nothing to say, because the situation has more of an impact on Destiny and they knew that. She had to get closure, and that’s what just happened. They can now move on with their lives with no weight on their shoulders, just have to be more cautious of their surroundings with their father’s business. One person down, more to go.
“Any last words?” Alonzo spoke, looking at his nephew.
Marcel looked into his uncles eyes, shaking his head “Nah. So just do what you have to do.” Marcel choked up a bit, blinking away the tears.
Alonzo nodded over at Chris, giving him the signal. Chris pulled out his 9mm, shooting Marcel in the chest and between the eyes. Marcel was now a free man. Free from his sin, he left the world in peace.
That twisted ass muhfucka was behind our kidnapping. I don’t understand why he did this, what was his purpose? If he didn’t have an exact reason, WAIT NO! There shouldn’t have been a reason for our cousin to kidnap us. I wonder how this is gonna get back to dad and Uncle David. Will they kill him in the pin? Will they keep him alive? Torture him? I have so many questions that need to be answered.
My eyes were focused on Chris as I heard gun shots, tearing my gaze it was Shad who shot his gun, getting Bryce and Ely good in the shoulder. Now his ass needs to calm his entire being, because he could’ve hit Chris, and I’m not with that.
“Shad, put the gun down.” Naya plead, standing by his side, placing her hand on top the gun so it could aim down. He breathed harshly, lowering his gun.
I walked over to Chris, standing in front of him only for his face to be blank. Shit! Breezy is surfacing, and I need to get out of his way. Standing my ground, I placed my hands under his jaw bone -his heart rate was rapid- making him look up at me, still no movement from his eyes, they were just blank turning a shade darker brown. Shaking my head, I need for him to get back to his normal state, without hesitation I placed my lips onto his, I could feel his heart beat slowing down from his pulse. Pulling away, he blinked his eyes.
“Calm down baby. I’m here.” I muttered, placing my forehead against his.
“I know.” He grumbled “Thank you.” I nodded my head, stepping away from him I looked at a pained face Bryce and Ely. Walking over to Bryce, Chris’ voice stopped me “Whatchu doing?” He wondered. Looking back at him, I smirked, continuing the short walk. I stopped right in front of Bryce, drawing my fist back I decked him hard in the face. Continuing to swing at him, I heard his nose crack.
Chris
Getting up from the chair, I wrapped my arms around Destiny’s waist pulling her back. I understand why she did it, but I need for her to calm down. “I got you. Breathe.” I muttered into her ear, kissing her spot.
“That’s for looking at my sister like you had no damn sense.” Des spat, “Bitch ass nigga!” She fired, wiggling her body against mine trying to get out of my hold. What she mean looked at her sister? Which one?
“Looked at who a certain way?” Shad interfered, clenching his jaw, looking between all three all of them. Since Janaya was standing next to him, she shook her head as the tears welled up in her eyes, I’m assuming it was her. “He looked at you?” He asked, meshing his brows, face dropping.
“Ye-yeah” Naya stuttered, “As if he wanted to rape me.” She gulped, closing her eyes the tears fell down her cheeks. Damn, another fuck ass nigga.
“FUCK!” Shad shouted, clenching his jaw tighter, moving swiftly pass us and over to Bryce, sending a blow to his face. “Someone un-cuff his punk ass!” Ty went over to them, uncuffing Bryce. “Nigga we fighting one on one. You looked at my blood like you lost yo damn mind? Square up.” Bow huffed, getting in his stance.
“Chris, you need to stop him. Shad is gon hurt that fool, and even though he deserves an ass beating, it won’t solve nothing.” Janaya plead, shaking her head watching her cousin tend to her battle.
As I was about to say something, I heard grunts and fists being thrown. Looking back at Shad and Bryce, this shit was like an Ali fight. Shad may be small, 5′7, but he’s not backing down from this fight. He wants Bryce to feel his rage, and that’s exactly what’s happening. Bryce threw some good hits, but it was nothing that Shad couldn’t handle. He was fighting for his family, and that’s mad respect. He’s down for the cause, and it sucks that Marcel, his own blood, went behind his back and plotted this shit. Who the fuck does that?
Shad
“Alright, calm down cuh. You got him.” I heard Mijo as he pulled me back. I let out a harsh breath, looking down at my knuckles seeing that two were busted on each hand, then diverting my attention on Bryce’s body that was laid out. I fucked him up good.
“Alright, alright. Get off me, bruh.” I said, feeling my breath get caught in my throat. “Someone get these niggas, before I off them my damn self.” I walked out of Mijo’s grasp, going out to the front of the warehouse. I need to make some calls, just know Marcel ain’t safe from here on out. Uncle Alonzo gave him a chance, but now he won’t be as lucky.
Pulling up to the prison, I let out a breath keeping my sanity. Looking at the time displayed on the dashboard, it was nine in the morning. Y’all may be wondering why I’m here, well I made a phone call to Lonzo last night, and as predicted he was livid. We made a plan, something that may be surprising to you all. Hell, it surprised my ass. Shaking my head, I took the keys out the ignition, hopping out the car next. Pulling up my jeans a bit, I closed and locked the car as I trekked my way towards the entrance of the prison. This is the last place I need to be at, police make me itch, especially since I’m a black man they always gon look at us differently.
“Hello, ma’am.” I greeted the woman behind the desk, she looked up at me smacking her gum “I’m here to visit Marcel Santana.”
“What’s your relationship to him?” She asked, arching her brow.
“He’s my cousin.” She nodded her head, looking through a file cabinet to pull his file out I guess. Tapping my fingers against the counter, I waited patiently till she told to me wait in the waiting area and wait till my name be called.
Waiting for about ten minutes, a guard called out for me. “Moss, let’s go.” I inhaled a breath, standing up brushing down my pants making my way toward the guard “How you doing today?” He asked, buzzing the door so that someone can unlock it.
“I’m doing good, you?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Hanging in there.” He smiled, opening the door letting me enter first. The rest of the walk was silent as he led me to a private room, that’s the only way uncle Lonzo wanted this to go down. I don’t blame him, we have to play our cards right. “Aiight, he’ll be in about five minutes.” The guard informed, I nodded as he walked out the room.
Not getting too comfortable, because I knew I wasn’t staying that long. Just here to drop the news on this fraud ass nigga, and I’ll be on my damn way. If I had it my way, I would kill him right now, but I have to keep my cool and not blow the cover. Marcel has been in jail for maybe three months, living in hell, but that’s what he gets. Ion’t feel sorry for him, he put all this shit upon himself.
“Shad?” Marcel’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I rolled my eyes in my mind “What you doing here?” He quizzed, sitting down with the cuffs still locked on his wrists.
Licking my lips, I looked at him “Just wanted to make a visit.” I shrugged, leaning into the table folding my arms on top of the table. “Got some news for you.”
He nodded his head “What’s up?” He licked his lips, holding a straight face.
“The girls got taken man.” I shook my head, playing my part. He knitted his brows, shaking his head not knowing what to say. DUMB NIGGA! I know you set that shit up! I had to refrain from slipping up, and him sitting here acting like he didn’t do anything is irking my nerves.
“Word?” He choked out, I nodded my head “What this got to do with me?” He asked.
Looking down at the tests, I couldn’t help but feel the tears well up in my eyes. I don’t want to be pregnant by this fool, never intended to get pregnant by him because I just never saw us going to the next level. We were only supposed to be friends, strictly platonic. The funny thing about this situation is, was that I was going to keep this baby until he pinned me on doing some foul shit. The same shit he heard from his little hoes. I wouldn’t stoop that low and do that to him because I actually liked his dumb ass, but now that he doesn’t trust me as a REAL man should there’s no need to keep this baby. So I’m going to do what I have to do. I don’t love him, nor were we in a relationship, so I won’t feel guilty once I give this baby up. Call me selfish all you want, but it’s my body. He knew better than to nut inside me, but I shouldn’t have let it got that far between us either. Sighing I looked at the three tests, two positive and one negative, one more time, seeing if it would change, but there was no luck. I was actually pregnant… for now. Throwing the tests into the box, I threw them into the trash bin soon washing my hands and walking out of my room and into the closet. The sooner I get this done, the less pressure would be held in my head.
Settling on black leggings, a navy blue jersey tee, and white chucks I was satisfied with the ensemble that I wore. Placing my hand onto my stomach, I didn’t feel a connection with this “baby” just yet. Shaking my head, I walked back into the bathroom and took out the grocery bag that held all the trash in the bin. I need to rid the evidence. Walking out the bathroom with the trash in one hand, I grabbed hold of my purse that held my other belongings. I really hope no one is home right now, because I don’t want to be questioned. Just my luck, an empty house. I said a silent prayer, also gaining forgiveness for what I was about to do.
Walking out the garage and to the side door, I walked out and placed the trash into the black trash bin. Not like anyone is going to be looking in here anyway. Once I finished that I grabbed my hand sanitizer to get rid of the germs. Cleanliness is the key. Clicking the button to open the garage door, I started up my car soon pulling out and closing the garage once again. Driving off our property, I made a swift right turn driving down the empty road to get to the freeway. Lord, please forgive me for this sin I’m bout to go through.
Sitting in the lobby of the clinic, I had just finished filling out the papers, and my wait time is about forty-five minutes due to not setting an appointment. Blowing out a breath, I distracted myself by going on my phone switching back and forth between instagram and twitter. Scrolling through twitter, a few tweets caught my eye.
@lastkingty
these broads b funny mayne
@lastkingty
trust no bitch
@lastkingty
on my own shit, FAWWWWKK you mean?
I rolled my eyes at his ignorance, he can go ahead and listen to his little birds. That just gives me the proof I need from him that he doesn’t trust me, and that I can go through this abortion not feeling sorry. I’ll feel bad for doing this to the unborn, but I wouldn’t allow myself to bring a life in this world with their father disrespecting me. Who’s to say that Michael wouldn’t claim his child, since I “fucked” around? He has the world all the way fucked up for that. At this point I really don’t care, he can be in his bitch ass feelings and fuck whoever the hell he pleases. He’s NOT my man, never will be. Fuck him!
“Lauren Santana” A nurse called out my name taking me out my hateful thoughts, which I was thankful for. I got up from the seat, placing my phone in my purse and walking to where she was “How are you today?” She asked, smiling.
“I’m fine, you?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek. A habit of mine to rid the nerves. This was bout to be a lifetime decision, something I have to live with forever.
“Just fine, sweetheart.” She nodded “In room 203 is where you’ll be, and your doctor shall be with you shortly.” She informed, walking into a room placing down papers onto the counter as I took a seat on the hospital bed.
“Okay, thank you.” I smiled, she nodded and walked out the room. Silence, alone in my thoughts, contemplating on if I really wanted to do this. One part of me is feeling guilty for taking away this unborn life, but the other part is telling me that it isn’t healthy to bring this child in with how life is set up. Even though I told myself this earlier, the thought just keeps popping up.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Santana.” The doctor came in, smiling. She was about 5′7, olive toned skin, long jet-black hair, salt and pepper mix to it. “I’m Doctor Marie Hughes.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smiled, shaking her extended hand.
“So are you positive that you’re pregnant?” She asked, looking at the clipboard going over the papers.
“I took three tests, but one turned out negative.” I informed, fidgeting with my hands.
She nodded her head, tapping her pen on the clipboard “Okay, to make sure you’re pregnant, we’ll be doing a blood test before we go through with the operation.” I nodded my head in understanding, as she walked out to get a nurse.
Emotionless. I felt nothing as I lay against my bed just letting everything run through my mind. It happened, it really happened. My baby is gone. What if Micheal never listened to those other women? You think I would be in the predicament now? HELL NO! Why must niggas be stupid? Honestly, this was for the better. It’s good now that I found out his true intentions sooner than later.. I can’t let this get to me, so I’m cutting him off. He’s not my man, never was, so I’m bout to go out and not soak in my misery. All I know is that the baby is far by off in a better place. I wasn’t ready to be a parent either.
Chris and Shad went to drop the girls off at their crib, while all of us were at the warehouse waiting to handle these niggas. I wanted to put a hole through both of these punks, because two weeks without Lauren was unbearable. I needed to have her by my side. I know I sound clingy, but nah that ain’t it at all. When you’re around someone for a long period of time, you get used to them; and that’s what happened, Lauren and I been dating the last two months, and for that to happen lowkey tore a nigga up.
Shit just seems off, it’s like all this random shit happened once Ty’s BM came back, but then again what do I know? I’m just gon have to ask.
“Aye, Ty!” I called out, leaning off my car a bit. He looked my way, nodding his head, walking to where I was at.
“Wassup?” He licked his lips, concern plastered on his face.
“So you know how ya BM came back?” I asked, he nodded his head “You ever wonder why? I ain’t tryna blame her or none, but it just seems off that once she came back, that this shit happened to the girls.”
“I hear you, bruh. Thought I was the only one.” He shook his head “I’ll keep my eye on her, don’t even trip.” He dapped me, clenching his jaw.
Lauren
As we were driving, we were nowhere near home, maybe like another forty-five minutes away. I only wanted to see Saleem, and be wrapped in his arms, knowing that I’m safe there than going back to our house.
“Chris.” I called out, as my sisters fell asleep next to me.
“Wassup?” He asked looking back at us. He looked drained as hell, and I’m going to assume because of Destiny’s absence. He needs to shave though, facial hair scruffy as fuck.
“Let’s just go to the warehouse. It will save you a trip.” I said, he nodded his head, putting his focus back on the road.
The rest of the ride was silent, which didn’t bother any of us, only noise audible was the faint sounds coming from the radio and the light snores coming from my sisters. Looking at Chris, it’s as if he calmed down some once Des was in his view, everything slowed down for him, filling back his emptiness. How do I know? Because the same thing happened to me when my eyes landed on Saleem. But, going back to Chris, he loves my sister; a blind man can see that, and if he doesn’t make things official with Destiny after this, then he’s stupid. There’s a time when you just say “fuck it” and make that move, and at this time, he needs to make that move.
The stopping of the car took me out of my trance, looking out the window we were at the warehouse, where most of the guys were outside and the rest inside. I heaved in a breath, because I was more than ready to get this shit over with, and find out who was the “mastermind” behind all this. I also want to deck that nigga Bryce in the face one time. He was disrespectful on so many accounts, and at this point I wouldn’t care if a bullet went through him.
“Des, Naya. Wake up.” I muttered, pushing their shoulders softly, they slowly opened their eyes, taking in the scene around them.
Chris
Getting out the car, I softly slammed my door shut, opening the back door for the girls to get out. One by one they got out, inhaling the fresh air, getting accustomed to the environment once again; I don’t blame them, they’ve been locked in a basement for two long weeks.
“Y’all ready?” I asked, they diverted their attention to me slightly nodding their heads “Aiight, let’s go.” I closed the back door. Shad hopped out the passenger seat and we all made our way over to the crew. Looking at Saleem, his eyes lit up as Lauren came into his view, the same way mine did when I saw Destiny.
The feeling of someone tugging at my arm, I looked down to my left seeing Destiny have a grip, smiling up at me. I couldn’t help but smile as she wrapped her arms around my torso. This moment was all I needed to be sure to make her mine. I think it’s safe to say, no matter what, we will always be connected to one another. We know too much about each other to just give up. And once these niggas in here are dead, it’s just gon be me and her.
“I missed you.” She mumbled into my side.
“I missed you just as much, baby.” I kissed her temple.
“Y’all not gon kill us, not even if you wanted too.” This nigga Bryce gritted, wiggling his hands from the back. I chuckled bitterly, niggas never seem to surprise me with their assumptions.
“That’s what you think.” I said, grabbing a chair placing it in front of them, taking a seat “Let’s make this short and sweet. Tell us why you took them, and we’ll let y’all go. If not, bullet goes between your eyes.” I smirked, either way they gon die, I just had to say we’ll let them go to get them to talk.
“We ain’t saying shit.” Bryce spat, mugging me hard. This nigga just gon make shit harder on his behalf.
“You his bitch or something, Ely? Why you ain’t talking?” I inquired, leaning forward looking into both of their eyes. My boys snickering behind me.
“Nah.” Ely spoke, licking his lips shaking his head “I find no need to talk, I know y’all gon kill us either way.” He shrugged.
“Ely, you’re smart you know that?” I questioned, looking at him as he sat still, while Bryce kept moving in his seat. Ely nodded his head, meshed brows together, I chuckled at his expression “Don’t want anything difficult, right? So answer this for me, just to make shit easier for all of us.”
“Nah, not all. And what’s that?” He asked, releasing a harsh breath.
“Who’s the mastermind behind all of this?” I sat straight, rewording my phrase from before, placing my back against the cool metal chair. I read his face, whether he wanted to speak or not. He knows he’s gonna die either way, so hopefully he tells us before their time is up.
“Don’t you dare say shit!” Bryce gritted, burning holes into my face. I looked over at him amused, I nodded my head chuckling bitterly. Standing up, I walked a few steps so I was directly in front. “Ely, you know they some bitches, so don’t say shit.” He continued to rant.
Cracking my knuckles, I sent a blow to his face, blood spewing out his mouth. “Nigga, I done got enough of you talkin. I’m being real generous right now to not shoot you.” I gritted, gripping hold of his collar so we were face to face. “Shut the fuck up and sit back.” I snarled, pushing him back causing him to whimper. Where all that tough shit go?
“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Ely muttered, as I walked back to my seat, sitting down I nodded my head for him to continue. “Aiight, this goes way back to Chyna, Tyga’s BM. That was our first retaliation towards y’all, we knew she loved Tyga, so we threatened her. More so our boss. Once she up and left, we fell back and let shit go. But once our boss got locked up, it’s as if she felt it was safe to come back.” He breathed out, I listened carefully, soon cutting him off.
“Wait, you said y’all’s boss got locked up?” I questioned, making sure I heard correctly, because the same time Chyna came back was the time Marcel got locked. If this ain’t no coincidence.
“Yeah.” He breathed out “Y’all know him.” He chuckled bitterly “Marcel Santana, he was sick in the head, but still my homie I guess you could say. He wanted to snatch the girls before he went off to prison, but that ain’t happen. That’s why we did it when we did, to make y’all think once Chyna came back y’all would be skeptical of her….
I cut off everything he was saying, because shit has just got REAL! I looked over at Shad who had a surprised look on his face, clearly he ain’t know Marcel was that crazy. And to actually think that Marcel was good to run with us. That nigga played us ALL!! That’s why it was easy for him to plan all this shit, he was around us knowing our schedules. He went to the girls’ house which makes sense for them to get snatched. That nigga is truly sick, and I was trying to rack all this information given.
