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Herb POV
Me and Jayda sat on the couch and she just started bawling. I couldn't stop her. I hate seeing her like this yo. I put my arm around her and held her.

"Baby. She gon be aight."

"That's what my mama said too, and he still beating on her & she ain't do sh*t bout it herb! Nothing! Like how you claim you love her but let yo daughter get beat on by this punk a** b*tch yo?! She ain't do sh*t when he raped me either. She ain't even believe me bruh. I want this nigga dead herb. He's a sorry a** excuse for a human.."

I held her hand while she continued to cry
"I can make that happen. He ain't gon hurt y'all no mo. Best believe that."

Just hearing about her getting raped made me even more mad. My baby want that nigga dead? Then that nigga gon die. I knew I had a reason not to like his soft a**.

She cried herself to sleep in my arms..ima have the gang handle that nigga . For sure.

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