Chapter Seven

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"So whats next?", I asked Don.

"We got to get to Quincy's office and from there a bunch of calls get made.", he said.

"Who do I call?", I asked.

"People who make the drugs.", he said.

Our conversation was interrupted when I got a call from Kyree. "Where's my daughter?", I answered immediately.

"Calm down I have your daughter", he said, "If you want her back you have to do as I say."

"Whats that?", I asked.

"Give it up", he said.

"Give what up?", I asked.

"Everything...that house, the cars, the money, the job.", he said.

"No", I said.

"Why?", he asked.

"Because Quincy left that for me and its practically all I have right now.", I said.

"Well looks like your daughter stays with me.", he said.

"Can I just give you money?", I asked.

"No I want everything.", he said.

I hung up the phone trying to hold myself together. I couldn't believe Kyree wanted all my stuff. He was crazy if he thought that I was going to give up everything Quincy left for me.

"Who was that?", Don asked.

"Kyree", I said.

"Is he going to give you Bria back?", he asked.

"No", I said.

"Why not?", he asked.

"Because he wants me to give him everything Quincy left.", I said.

"Damn so what are you going to do?", he asked.

"I'm just going to have to get her back by myself.", I said.

"Not by yourself", Don said.

"Then with who?", I asked.

"You just accepted to take over a gang.", he said.

"So?", I asked.

"You now own over 1000 niggas", he said.

"Oh shit", I said, "We need to get down to that office now."

"Lets go you can drive", Don said and we ran to the car.

"So where is this place?", I asked.

"Downtown and I know you like security so its highly secured.", he said.

"Great", I said.

"Can I ask you something?", Don asked.

"Sure", I said.

"What are you going to do if Quincy wakes up and finds out you been sleeping with Kyree?", he asked.

I slammed on the breaks so hard, I made Dons head hit the dashboard."Who told you?", I asked.

"No one", he answered while holding his forehead.

"How do you know?", I asked.

"Its my job", he said.

"Who made it your job?", I asked.

"Quincy", he said, "When y'all got engaged he told me that if anything was to happen to him I was suppose to look after you."

"I thought that was Kyree job", I said.

"No Kyree is a crook and I'm surprised it has been two years and you haven't figured that out.", he said.

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