Killah Kuwonu

Dada?

Killah POV

"Nigga. You got 3 damn seconds to fucking tell me where that nigga went." I load my pistol.

"I-I don't know man, all he told me is he's leaving. He gave me a number though." He says.

"Write that shit down." I throw a pencil at him and he scribbled down some numbers.

647-

Oh fuck no.

647 is the start of a Canadian number.

I run out the room and pick up my phone.

"Nigga turn the car around now!" I tell him.

"Where do I go?" He asks.

"Go to a hotel!" I demand.

"Okay." He says.

I hang up the phone and walk back into the room.

"Did he tell you where he was going?" I ask him again.

He shakes his head.

I pistol whip that bitch so fast, he's lying, I can see right through him.

"Fine, Fine. He's going for your family." He spits out half his teeth.

"How long ago did he leave?"

"About 30 hours ago, he stayed at a hotel a couple days after he shot Rob. Then he fled." He says.

"Stop crying, you acting like a lil bitch." I tell him.

He nods and stops wheezing.

"Gunz. Do ya thang, meet me at the jet spot. Tell the boys, we going home." I tell him.

I load a bag full of shit I wanted to use on him, this that would make him suffer and beg for death.

Call me dark, but this man took away my childhood and father!

I got to the airport and everyone was there, I sigh the paperwork and we were off.

I pick up my phone and dial Paris's number.

She answers on the first ring, see that's a keeper.

"You okay baby?" She asks in a panicked voice.

I find it cute she worries about me.

"I should be asking you." I chuckle.

"We're fine." She sighs.

"Where are you?" She asks.

"I'm on the jet." I mumble.

She's not gonna like this, at all.

"Whyyyyyy?" She asks.

"Cause he's in Ottawa, I'll be damned if he goes anywhere near my family." I tell her.

"Please be car-" She gets cut off by Jackson.

"Dada." He says.

Nicks head goes to the screen.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Dada." Was all he said.

He doesn't know how to say any other words then momma and dada.

"Like I was saying b-" She gets cut off again.

"DADAAAAA." He screams.

"Ow! God damn it Jackson." Paris says.

"What happened?" I ask.

"He scratched me." She sighs.

"Can I talk to him?" Nick asks.

I was gonna slap the fuck out him, but he's technically the father.