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I watched as Kelvin walked back and forth from the bedroom to the front door, Gathering all his belongings. I sipped my glass of cold red wine and swirled it around in the glass, as I sat at the dining room table. It seems like my whole life has came unraveled within a few weeks.
"This is the last of it" Jess said placing her last box at the bottom of the stairs. She walked over to me, and I embraced her in a warm, long hug,
"You can come whenever you like. My door is always open for you, this is your home too! That's still your room!" I assured her, placing a kiss at the top of her head.
"Can I still call you?" She asked as she held on a little while longer.
"Of course. You can call me, text me, or facetime okay?" I said running my fingers through her hair.
Kelvin clearing his throat made us pull apart. He stood at the entrance of the dining room with his arms folded. "The car is packed. Lets go Jessika." He said. I kissed jess' forehead one more time before she walked outside, leaving Kelvin and I alone.
"Is this the end? Of Us?" He asked looking at me from across the room. This was the first thing he had said to me all day.
"I don't know Kelvin. Lines were crossed, Lyric isn't comfortable staying here while you're here, and Lucious doesn't either. My kids come first, and until you realize that, I need time."
I honestly didn't know. I love Kelvin but I don't want to put myself through all the fights and pointless arguing. He dropped his head and nodded. "Alright."
Without saying anything else, he walked out the front door shutting it behind him. Being sure to leave his copy of the key right by the front door. I gulped down the rest of my wine and placed my glass in the kitchen sink.
I sent Lucious a text, telling him to bring Lyric home now that Kelvin was gone. Before grabbing some case files that I need to get catch up on. My body felt weightless as I walked to my home office. That wine had me feeling like I was walking on a cloud.
I played my R&B Music through my Bluetooth speaker, as I finished up my last few case files. my head started to feel heavy and I felt my eyes get lower and lower. I giggled knowing that wine had fully hit my system. I tired my best to stay awake but I couldn't.
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Two Hours later
"Mmmh" I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. I sat up as my eyes adjusted to the light from the TV. I looked over at the digital clock next to my bed, and saw the time 7:54pm on my clock.
"Damn" I mumbled to myself while scratching my head. Last time I was up it was noon. That wine knocked me clean out. I got up out my bed making my way to the bathroom to shower and freshen up. I turned the shower on, and untied my robe letting it fall to the floor. I hopped in the shower and just stood there for a while, letting the hot water run down my body. After washing my body, and hair, I hopped out the shower and put on some lounge clothes so I could go start dinner.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Chipotle bags on the counter. I did a little happy dance knowing I didn't have to cook for my kids. Amir came from out the pantry with a bottled water.
"Hey ma." He said kissing my cheek.
"Hey Pootie. Sorry I been sleep." I told my son as he picked up one of the chipotle bags.
"It's ok. Dad picked me up from practice."
"Ok, how was practice?"
"It was aight. Coach had us running." Amir said while grabbing himself a fork
"He bet not be making my baby run." I said making him roll his eyes.
"Dad brought you Chipotle, that's your bag on the counter. You was sleep though so he put you in your bed" My son said.
"Put me in my bed?" I asked raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah. You was sleep at your desk, he carried you to the bed cause you wouldn't get up." Amir said walking past me with his food to go upstairs to his bedroom.
I shook my head at myself because that wine really did a number on me. "Is your sister here?" I yelled out.
"Yeah. She up here. She sleep though." He yelled back.
"And bring all that trash down when you done eating boy!" I yelled as I grabbed my food and sat on the couch to watch my show.
"Yes Ma'am."
I grabbed the remote control and turned on Real Housewives. I smiled internally knowing that Lucious thought about me, and knew my exact order. No matter how hard I try, I will never not have a soft spot for him.
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Sav
I sat on the couch in my living room as I blew smoke out scrolling through her Instagram. It was something about her I couldn't shake. Her smile? That laugh? Them eyes? Ever since I seen her at the car wash, it was something about her I couldn't put my finger on. Now I know.
I clicked on her story to see what she had just posted.
I slid up on her story. I hit my blunt two more times and inhaled. I looked back down at my phone to see that she was typing.
I threw my head back on the couch. I can't believe I been up here thinking bout the opp daughter. I decided to not respond to her text about her pops and jus leave her on seen.
Truth be told, Lu hold weight in the streets All over Philly. But especially 55th. Anybody that's ever crossed him went missing or ended up dead. Some people call him the king of the streets, but I'm here to take his place. The plan was to shoot it out, and the last one standing gets 55th. Crew vs Crew but I want Lucious' head myself.
Back when I was a kid my pops was murdered. One bullet straight through his head. And he was left out in the middle of the street to die alone. I always vowed to my momma that I would kill whoever killed my pops. She always thought it was me jus talking, but the older I got the more serious she saw I was.
Once I hit my eighth grade year, I joined a gang and got more involved in the streets. I started asking questions about who knew what, and who was who. Nobody ever confirmed that Lu was the one who shot my pops, but word on the streets back then was that my dad owed Lu money. Most say that when folk owe him and don't pay him they turn up dead. So I put two and two together and narrowed out my options. Which leaves Lu to be my pops killer.
I puffed my blunt and smirked as all my ways to kill Lu flashed through my head. I looked down at my phone and looked at Lyric's Instagram.
"What Better Way To Sneak Up On This Nigga?" I asked myself as the idea popped In my head.
He might not be worried about me taking his block from him, or even his life which he shouldn't. For now. I can get straight to him through Lyric.
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