7 300 days or more.

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2 weeks later
Paris POV

I've gone 3 months without Zion and practically went insane, now I have to go 20 years.

That's only 7 300 days, no big deal.

Sigh. 

My pregnancy is a pain in the ass, but all the boys been checking on me.

Rob and Ace are here right now actually.

"How you holding up?" Rob asks.

"I don't know, it just hurts. My kids gonna be grown by the time he gets out, one won't even know him at all." I shake my head.

"I don't know about that." Rob says.

"What you talking about?" I ask him.

"Let's just say, Zions gonna get a visit soon. It may take some time Paris, but this ain't the end. I need you to trust me." He says.

"I trust you Rob." I smile slightly.

"Ace?" I call out for him.

"Wassup?" He looks up at me.

"Why'd Zion go to jail?" I ask, a question I still don't know the answer to.

He looks at Rob, who nods.

"Murder." He says.

"How'd he get out?" I ask.

"Same way he'll get out now." He says.

I give him a questioning look.



1 month later
Zion POV

Guess who in jail for 20 years?

Me nigga.

I don't understand, how the fuck my fingerprints were found.

"Caleb. You're out." The officer says.

"Huh?" I ask.

"You're out, the man who actually did it confessed." He says.

Huh?

I remember murdering those fuckers, so huh?

"What about the fingerprints?" I ask.

"He admitted to planting them." He shrugs.

"Who?" I ask as he takes the cuffs off.

"Somebody by the name of Prosper." He shrugs.

"Where he at?" I ask.

"In a cell, you tryna see him or something?" He asks.

This cop my nigga, we go way back. Got my ass some special treatment.

"Yeah." I say and follow behind him.

He shows me the cell and leaves, I sit across Prosper.

"Nigga what the fuck?" I ask him.

"I told you I'd do anything to protect you, serving 20 years ain't shit. I already did 13, fuck it." He shrugs.

"I ain't make life easy on you, why you doing this?" I ask him.

"Because I love you Zion, you're the son I could never have. I should probably tell you the truth." He says.

"What?" I give him a questioning look.

"When you were 10 I got arrested, I was only sentenced to 8 years. Then you got arrested for 3rd degree murder, so I took the blame. I know a couple niggas and didn't have to do the full time." He says.

"That was you?" My eyes widen.

He nods.

"I-I, but-" I had no words.

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