"Fuck Si" Stepping back and looking at everything he had just done he bent down in front of Sierra and tried to open her arms to see her face.
"Zane get the fuck!" Sierra shouted.
Pushing past him and grabbing her things she called an Uber and left leaving Zane by himself. "Fuck!" Zane spat, hitting his fist against the glass mirror he walked into his bedroom and called King.
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"Nigga you need to get yo shit together dawg!" Jay urged as he watched Zane fidget with his Glock.
Unloading and reloading his Glock Zane held his head low as he kept thinking about all the mistakes he had made and the pain he had caused Sierra. He knew that he had to make things right, but he couldn't help but feel the weight of guilt and regret weighing him down.
"You lucky you my nigga and I don't put bitches before you but that's my bitch homegirl Z? What the fuck was you thinking nigga? That girl loved yo ass and you just up and do some shit like that. That's fucked up G" Shaking his head in disappointment King sat down next to him and lit up his blunt.
Taking in everything King was saying he threw his head back and blew out an exhausted breath of air. "I fucked up"
"Yeah nigga you did" Jay and King said in unison.
"Get yo shit together Z but until then we got business to do and we can't afford to start slacking off." King notified. Sitting up Zane ran his hands over his face before getting himself straight and getting back to business.
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3:50 pm "It's ok mama" Dreka comforted as she held Sierra in her arms.
"I can't believe he really put hands on me" Sierra lowly spoke.
Sierra knew that this wasn't the icing on the cake between her and Zane and she just didn't know why but she did know she couldn't go back and was gonna have to take some time to herself in order to move forward.
"Ima have King move all of your things out ok?" Dreka softly spoke.
Shaking her head ok Sierra wiped her face and looked down to see Zane blowing up her phone saying he was sorry. Blocking his contact Sierra flipped her phone off and held her head in her arms. Sierra knew she needed to distance herself from Zane's toxicity and focus on rebuilding her life without him.
"You want some tea Si?" Dreka asked.
"No I'm good" Sierra replied.
Getting up and still making it anyway, she fixed the blanket over Sierra and headed to the kitchen. Thinking to herself about what she was gonna do next she figured that she would start focusing more on herself and building her salon.
"Here love" Dreka spoke a she handed the cup full of warm tea to Sierra.
Washing down the dryness in her throat with the warmth of the sweet tea Sierra laid her head down on the pillow her eyes slowly fluttered open as she tried to stop herself from falling asleep. Letting her eyes close Sierra slowly fell into a deep sleep, her breaths becoming steady and rhythmic.
10:20 pm Fixing his black monclear coat Zane stood in the mirror and as he looked at himself all he could see was a younger version of his father. Zane mentally had problems going on with himself that came from his childhood and more built up the more he stayed out in these streets.
Every night he was either around hardcore drugs or out popping niggas and even though deep down he didn't want to be living this way he seemed to think it was the only way he saw as fast and easy money to reach the top so to him it wasn't no choice once he was already in the game. Zane knew that Sierra was the only key to his healing and without her, he couldn't see himself getting right for anyone especially if it wasn't her right next to him coaching him right from wrong.
Zane could see that she saw the pain from his past in his eyes everytime she looked at him and he knew that she was only trying to help heal his open wounds but he just couldn't let her because he had never been with or surrounded by people who actually cared for him and had genuine love for him when he wasn't filling their wants and needs, So he never knew how to love.. his way of loving was taught from the streets and to always treat a hoe like a hoe.
Looking at his fresh braids he made some quick adjustments and untucked his diamond chains. Making sure his Glock was on him he slipped on his 10th pair of fresh white air forces and headed out the door.
"Let's go" Zane demanded as he hopped inside the black truck. Setting his Glock out on top of his lap he sat in the back and watched the driver drive to his requested location.
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