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for the tenth time in the last ten minutes or so, not to mention the countless unread text messages and missed calls I'd left her these past few days. All to no avail, it was she fell off the face of the fuckin' earth. Darajah wasn't being of no help, she kept telling me that when Maeve was ready she would speak to me and not to bother.

Thinking all these to myself, I couldn't help the thoughts of Maeve probably stepping out on me behind my back or maybe she was trying break up with me. I chuckled loudly and shook my head, she wouldn't wanna see the other side of me– on everything I hoped she wouldn't force that side of me out.

I was about leaving for home, the tour was concluded the night before and my team and I were supposed to stay back and celebrate for the successful tour along with some other artistes that joined us but if I wasted a day longer without getting to know what was up with Maeve then I would probably go crazy.

"You think she prolly' found out 'bout what really happened that night?" I snapped my gaze to Ben, who was seated next to me on the jet. He merely shrugged and continued, "I mean what do you call her new found attitude. And it ain't like Jania can't tell her everything—"

I smacked my lips and cut him short, "Impossible. I doubt that's the case. Jania wouldn't wanna play wit' me like that, she know wassup. And Maeve... I'll handle her."

"Don't go doing anything more stupid slime, cuz I told you beforehand. You shoulda' let sleeping dogs lie, why'd you have to go fuck wit' Jania again when you were feeling someone else. Make that shit make sense nigga." Ben rolled his eyes, snatched my lighter from me and lit up his own spliff. "I'm so pissed i'on even wanna smoke wit' yo' ass right na'."

I chuckled to myself and continued swimming in my ocean of thoughts while looking at the clouds through the window. I took a long drag from my blunt and let the conjuic smoke fill my lungs and swarm my brain to kickstart my high. This had been my coping mechanism through the last days of my tour and it was helping me reason out things.

Jania running her mouth or not, Maeve wasn't going to leave me and that was final.

On my way out of the airport after the jet landed, I dialed Maeve once again and she cut it before the third ring making me huff out a dry laugh. I forced a smile in the pictures I took with some of my fans in the lot and quickly had my security aids dismiss them.

"Maeve house right na'." I told the driver I was riding with alone. I took large sips of my lean and watched the sunset giving the darkness some room. An hour later or so, the car rolled into Maeve's neighborhood and was soon parked in her driveway and the car I'd gifted her wasn't there either. I still went in regardless.

I banged my clenched fists on the door at once impatiently, after a while the door opened and out came Maeve's thot ass cousin in a robe with makeup and hair tossed aside. I shoved her aside and went inside, heading straight for Maeve's bedroom but there wasn't nobody there as I stood in the middle of the room looking around.

I spun around to walk out and Lulita was standing there with a smirk. She stepped past the threshold and came to stand before me, looking up she said, "You know I still find it hard like really difficult to understand why you would see past me to be with Maeve. It's just so damn hard to understand."

"That's cuz you got no damn brain slime. And where the fuck Maeve at?" I aggressively barked at her.

She wiped her forehead like I'd spat on her and said, "Hey relax, I'm not the one you have to be all big and bad with YB, that should be ya so-called girl."

I glared at her entirely, realizing she wasn't going to be much of help to me but a bother so I smacked my lips and went to step around her but she grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Aye, say getcho' hands offa' me, i'on know the last dick you grabbed with that." I seethed, pulling my arm away.

Lucille smacked her lips and rolled her eyes, "No one's here to laugh at your jokes right now." She huffed, "But anyways I was on my way out before you came in—"

"Ho' shut up!" I growled at her making her jump a bit. "Where the fuck is Maeve?" I cornered her into the nearest wall as she backed up, no longer having that look of lust but fear in her eyes.

"She-She went out."

"With who goddamnit! I'on wanna force it outta' you Ludicrous, tell me everything you know right na'." My voice turned lower and I meant every word.

She swallowed, "The guy from the car dealership, he-he has been taking her out on dates and-and she...um Maeve is pregnant."

Pregnant. Car dealership nigga. Dates.

I nodded my head slowly and backed away to take my leave. I was mumbling to myself as I took long strides to quickly leave the apartment. Just as I was about getting into my Escalade I saw Maeve's car pulling up, so I stood there and waited it out for all the passengers to alight first.

I was sure my face nearly had a permanent squeeze from the way I scrunched it up when a whole nigga stepped out of the driver's side to open the door on the other side for Maeve step out. She had a small smile till she noticed my vehicle in the driveway and tried to speed walk up her porch with that.. goof behind her.

"Aye, aye, aye!" I exclaimed as I quickly jogged towards her and grabbed her arm, pushing the nigga aside in the process. "Lemme see yo' purse." I blocked her from saying anything, snatching her purse and going through it.

"Kentrell you can't just do that! And why are you even here?" I ignored the shit she was spilling and smiled to myself when I took out her phone and waved it.

"So you had this muhfucka' wit' you and couldn't even answer the phone when I tried reaching yo' ass huh?" I spat and threw the phone somewhere across the street.

"Oh my gosh Kentrell! Why on earth would you even do that! I didn't wanna talk with you what's so hard to get and now you possibly ruined my phone!" Maeve hollered. Glaring at me with so much... hate? Nah, I was assuming.

"See I'm gon' have to come in here, bruh. You didn't have to throw away her phone." The goof with her finally spoke and stepped up to me. He was slightly shorter than I was and filled out the shirt he wore with his muscles and chest but he wouldn't be so bold inna' minute.

I pointed a finger in Maeve's direction without breaking his gaze and said, "She's mine and I do what I please with mine, it was just a phone but I would do worse to you if you'on stay away from her. That's on Sherhonda."

"Kentrell stop this and just leave already, I don't want any problems you two, please stop this... Leon." Maeve pleaded but I wasn't concerned. She should've known it would be war for even letting another nigga breathe in her direction.

He seemed pressed by what I told him, but then smirked and said, "Atleast she was yours in the past; last week or the week before that. I'd say right now you ask her who eats it better, me or you?"

Next thing I knew was my fist connected with his jaw and I felt it dislocate against my knuckles. Several hits were sent to his face after that, and he managed to get me on my bottom lip and eyebrow but I was gaining on him. Maeve's screams for help in the background was all I could make out and the weak ass nigga grunts until I felt someone drag me away from ole dude's bloody and nearly unconscious body.

"I'mma smoke you inn'is streets nigga, don't let me catch yo' ass!" I hollered as DJ, my driver pulled me away from the scene to the car.

"Go away from here Kentrell, just get the fuck away from me with your lies I don't need you anymore!" The deepest part of my chest ached as Maeve said those words. She wasn't the first to tell them to me but definitely the first to hurt me with them.

"Kentrell!!!" Maeve's scream and the screeching of tyres rang through my ears along with my own heartbeat slowing down as I felt sharp pains from piercing my chest and stomach. My palms were drenched and right before my eyes let the darkness cloud them, they caught sight of DJ's shirt stained with blood— my blood. I was shot.

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