𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀.

𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙾, 𝙸𝙻

𝚂𝙸𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴 ⸱ 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝟷𝚂𝚃

𓆙𓆙𓆙

A month later and I I was up and walking again. It wasn't like I was paralyzed, but my body was hurting which made it hard for me to do a lot of shit.

I was back on my shit though. I bought more furniture for my new house, I started back doing hair–I did hair out of my old apartment though.

I couldn't risk the safety of Masiah and Jasiah, it was too much going on and shit was getting worst. Chicago started to heat up. Glock killed Mazi last week and now it was just him and Bobo.

Honestly, I didn't know what was going to happen next but I was prepared for any and everything.

During this past month, I had been around Glock. We've all had. And it was crazy to see how normal he was acting and that he played this shit off so good–like ain't lyin about everything to us.

"Bae," I shook out my thoughts and looked up to see Bam standing over me with his hands in his pants. I hated when he did that stance, be ready to drop my panties and fuck him on the ceiling.

I still had some complications so I couldn't have sex, but damn. I only had sex with him once and that shit was too good to not be able to do it for a while. I was sexually frustrated.

I'm ready to pop my pussy like a fire cracker for him. Be his lil stripper, porn star, escort–allat. I wanna fuck like we ain't supposed to be doing it.

We ain't supposed to be fucking either but I want to, Bam just won't do it. He said he ain't doing anything sexual with me until the doctor says it's okay because he don't wanna harm me.

Party pooper. Can't even get my pussy ate.

"Yes?" I questioned, sitting completely up.

"Mama want us to pick Nookie up because she said Glock pose to be coming over there and sheon want him there the same time as Glock." He said.

I stood up. "Go get him–"

"I'm not leaving you here by yourself, get up and come on." He said causing me to scrunch my face up.

Yea I was calling you daddy and shit but you not my father. Better gain some sense when you talking to me!

And besides, I needed to meet someone here and I didn't want Masiah to know about it until after the fact.

"Masiah, I don't need you to watch over me as if you're my guardian, I'll be fine. Go get Nookie and come back–stop and get me some Cane's too." I said to him. He sucked his teeth and felt his pockets for his keys.

"You sure you gone be aight?" He asked walking towards the front door.

I nodded my head in response. "Aight man, let me know if you need me to do anything else for you." He stated as he opened the door.

"There is one thing I would like you to do for me....." I trailed off. He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "And what is that?" He asked.

"To stick your penis," I pointed at him. "Into my vagina right now!" I pointed down to my cooter.

The woman walking by our door stopped and looked in. I covered my mouth.

"Keep walking bitch," Masiah mugged her. She shook her head and started back walking.

"Bam, yeen have to talk to her like that." I said, stale facing him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm leaving, don't tear up and shit and call me if you need me–and don't leave."

"I'm not a child."

"I said what I said Siyari." He looked at me sternly.

Sir yes sir.

Once he shut the door he locked it. I began getting my things together and straightening things up. I wasn't going to leave the building, I just needed to meet someone in the parking garage.

A while passed by and I got a message from the person that I was meeting, letting me know they were here. I grabbed my phone, keys, and gun and tucked it into my shirt and left the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind.

I didn't trust anything at the moment but I had to complete this puzzle. New shit was coming out every other week.

I made my way to the elevator and got on. I clicked the button to close the doors before pressing the very first floor that will lead me to the garage.

I sung to myself lowly before getting off the and making my way to my car. I got in and crunk it up prior to pulling out my parking space.

I drove down some before pulling besides a car that fit the description's of Shatavia's car and rolled my window down and she did the same.

"Hey," She spoke lowly.

She had glasses covering her face and some bruise–like marks on her face but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. "Why do you have those on? Your windows are tinted." I pointed out. She pulled them down, showcasing her fresh bruises and black eye.

I scrunched up my face. "Who the fuck–"

"The found out I was talking to you and jumped me, they need to die because they're coming for you and the money your parents left you. They spoke to Joy's son, Brenard last week but I don't know what about. You need to go somewhere saf–"

She was interrupted by shots ringing off. I told her to follow me before rolling my window up and quickly pulling off.

Eventually, we made it out of the parking garage and got far enough to where we could stop and talk.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She leaned on the hood of her car with her head in her hands.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into...." She trailed off before getting up. The way she said it gave off crazy vibes.

"I–"

"You know what, if they wanna move crazy I'll show them psycho." She mumbled, but I heard it. She went to her trunk and popped it. Seconds later she slammed it shut and dropped 2 Uzis and a Draco on the trunk.

This bitch crazy.

"Shatavia what the fuck..." I trailed off.

"They really gone shoot at my fucking car and try to fucking kill me." She cocked them back.

I threw my hands up. The bitch ain't even aiming the guns at me..

"We don't know who they is." I said.

"I don't give a fuck who it was, somebody dying." She said. She placed her guns in her passenger seat before getting in.

"Be safe Yari and watch your surroundings at all times. Don't go back to that apartment." She looked me dead in my eyes.

I nodded. "Same to you Shatavia. Do you have somewhere to stay?" She hummed in response before pulling off all fast and shit.

Okay John Wick.

I got into my car and pulled off. As I made my way to Mali's house, I called Bam. He answered on the first ring.

"Wassup mama?"

He finna beat my ass. He told me not to leave... and guess what I did? Left and ain't neva finna go my ass back.

"Don't go back to the apartment." I got straight to the point. He finna ask a million and one questions.

"Why?" I could hear his tone change letting me know his facial expressions changed as well. "My car got shot at....."

He switched to facetime so quick.

"You good? Did you get hit?" He asked.

"I'm fine Masiah."

"Wh–"

"Just meet me at the house Siah and I'll tell you everything when we get there." I said. He sucked his teeth and angrily hung up the phone.

Not the time to be mad at me.

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