The Assistant [MxM]

18. |part two|

Once Sincere finally looked to Shakur he had an unreadable expression on his face that sent chills down his spine while his jaw clenched and unclenched. If he could without getting killed— he'd slap the shit out of Kennedy.

"Goodnight," Kennedy stood, speaking to Sincere and Phylicia.

Before she could walk away Shakur grabbed her hand, "You ain't gonna tell me goodnight?"

Kennedy slowly looked up to him, politely shrugging him off of her. "I don't want to talk to you until you learn how to deal with your anger, you really hurt my feelings earlier and all I wanted to do was be there for you. So, no, I don't want you to have a goodnight. I hope you wake up with a charlie horse, actually,"

Shakur sighed, "I love you," he yelled after her.

"I love you too," he heard her mumble before her bedroom door slammed.

"Open that fuçking door' if Joshua punk ass in there!" Shakur yelled, and then heard the door being pushed back open.

He then looked to Phylicia who ignored his presence.

"Ma—"

"Boy please," Phylicia cut him off, "I don't want to hear it right now Shakur. Kennedy is right," she stood, "Goodnight son," she smiled to Sincere causing Shakur to frown.

"Son?" Shakur sucked his teeth.

"Shakur?" Phylicia sucked hers as well, before walking out of the pool house and into the main house.

They were over his shit, it was clear.

Sincere watched Shakur walk towards him, his feet felt like they were glued to the floor and he could feel his heart beating through his ears. Shakur's whole demeanor had changed from earlier and the way he stared at him caused him to shy away.

Shakur grabbed Sincere's chin and made him look at him, "Remember that,"

With that, Shakur walked out of the pool home leaving Sincere standing there wondering what he meant and why when he said it, it made him nervous, turned on and scared at the same time.

Making his way back into the home, Shakur cleaned his room and washed the sheets before heading to shower. After completing his hygiene he made his way to the room that Damien had been staying in, Dame had found the safe house Charles was staying in and the crooked officer that was helping him, tonight was the night they were making a move.

It was why Shakur couldn't continue with Sincere, tonight had to be the night because Charles had plans on taking the money and running away— Damien knew that because he had some of his people check into Charles and the fist thing he bought with the money was a plane ticket to go far away. Shakur wouldn't dare let him decide he needed more money in the future— next time Kennedy wouldn't be so lucky. They had to eliminate now so there wouldn't be a next time.

"You ready?" Damien asked, he had a duffle bag on his shoulder with some things that Shakur held in the basement inside of it. "What the fuçk you looking at me like that for?" He stepped back seeing the look Shakur was giving him.

"You told Sincere you'd make him disappear and nobody would find his body? You threatened him?"

Damien sucked his teeth, "Watch the fuçk out," he went to walk around Shakur but Shakur stepped in his way, "You checking me when he started it? He lucky I didn't lay his ass out. You know wassup with me, nigga told me he was gone slap me. I kill niggas for less."