More Than Friends

Chapter 21

India POV
When we got to the hospital my mind was all over the place. I didn't know what to say or do, yes I was upset at my dad because of the things that I found out but that was still my father. When I walked up to the front desk I asked the nurse which room was he in, she told me that he had to be rushed into an emergency surgery as soon as he got there and she didn't have any updates at the time. Tears started falling down my face as Durk pulled me into the waiting room. I cried in his arms for a few minutes before I noticed that Juanita had came in with my brother and sisters. "Indiaaa!" Malik ran to me and gave me a hug. "Is daddy going to die?" I looked at him and just broke down crying again. I didn't say anything I just held him.
Durk POV
I hated seeing India like this. Even though me and King had our differences he was the closest thing to a father I ever had. I had to piece this shit together. Whoever did this to King would definitely pay.
"Is this the family of Mr. King Royale?" India picked her head up quick. "Yes, is my father okay?" "Your father had to be rushed into an emergency surgery, we tried to do everything we could but his injuries were too severe. He was shot three times in the stomach. All of the bullets went through to his spine. I'm so sorry , your father didn't make it." India completely froze. Malik, Nia, and Nicole all started crying. The maid Juanita was crying as well. I was angry. I wanted to spazz out but I knew I had to be strong for India. "Can I see him?" India asked the doctor. "Yes you may." "You want me to go back there with you?" She looked at me and grabbed my hand and we both followed the doctor.
Jay POV

I liked this little nigga Melly. The nigga had heart. Anybody who puts King on his ass is a friend to me. Me and King have been beefing since we were kids. We grew up on opposite sides of town but we both went to the same school. He had his group of followers and I had mine. Shit got real when he killed my brother Tay, over some bitch. Ever since then we have been at odds , and I'm not letting up until I destroy every thing he built. Melly gave me all the information I needed. He gave me his address, and where he meets all of his connects at. I had everything that I needed to take over all of Chicago. I ordered Melly to go out on the streets and find out any updates on King's condition. I ordered a few of my little niggas to watch his house and see who goes in and out and report back to me. While they did that I went out myself to meet with King's connects from Colombia. I had connects myself but they won't shit compared to these Colombian muthafuckas. They were the real deal. I pulled up to the warehouse where Melly told me is the meet up spot. I got out of my car and saw three Colombian niggas standing outside of the warehouse with big ass guns. I walked up and they all pointed they're guns at me. "Hello fellas, I'm Jay, King couldn't make it here today so I came in his place." They looked at me confused and patted me down. One of the guys called some nigga named Santiago. "Come on." When I walked in there was more niggas with guns. They took me to the back and there stood this tall nigga who I'm guessing was Santiago. He was puffing on a cigar while eyeing me up and down. "Where is King? I didn't get word of anyone coming in his place." I smirked. "King is not going to be needing your services anymore. He told me to come here today and pick this weight up." Santiago had a look of anger. "My stuff isn't good enough for him?! Ese estupido negro que deberia haberlo matado cuando tuva la oportunidad!" He said in a angry accent. He turned to me and pulled his gun out. "How do I know your not lying?" I took out stacks of money. "I have your payment right here, my name is Jay. I have been looking for a reliable plug for a while now." He looked at the money and looked back at me. He put his gun down and smiled. "Fuck King, nice to meet you." We talked for a few minutes then we exchanged information. Everything was going just as I planned it.
Ari POV

After Herb beat my ass he wouldn't let my ass out of his sight. Every where I went he was there. I wanted to get away but I loved his crazy ass too much. I had been staying with Herb at his moms house since he's been home. I haven't heard from India since the day we were supposed to hangout so I decided to call her. It went straight to voicemail. I sent her a text , grabbed some fruit and turned on the tv. "We have just got word that the Chicago man that was gunned down on 64th street this morning has passed away from his injuries. 37 year old King Royale was the victim. If anyone has any information regarding this murder we ask that you please contact the local police department." My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to get to India. I ran upstairs to put some clothes on. "Where you think you going?" Herb said walking out of the bathroom. "Babe I gotta get to India, it's important." I tried to get to my shoes and he threw them across the room. "You stay trying to leave a nigga, I got something for that though." He choked me up against the wall hard. "You not gonna leave me like everybody else does!" He pulled my pants down and stuffed his dick inside me roughly. I couldn't believe it, I was getting raped by my own boyfriend. "Pleaseee! Herb stop!!!" I yelled and he punched me in my mouth. I instantly tasted blood. He covered my mouth and started going in and out harder and faster. "Ima teach you not to play with me." He kept going until he nutted all in me. When he was done he went and got in the shower leaving me on the floor in tears. The Herb I knew would have never did this to me. I don't know who this person was. I couldn't move I was in so much pain. Before I knew it I had cried myself to sleep.