Grabbing the heavy stacks of saran-wrapped cocaine and packing them into the black duffle bag King blew out a breath of air as he zipped up the duffle bag with Pablos' cocaine and handed it off to one of Zane's men, Gio, to drop off to Pablo.
"I ain't tryna interrupt you or nothing but I think that nigga standing outside the door here for you," Gio informed.
Turning his head towards the front door of the stash house and seeing a male in a red '90s tracksuit standing there King glanced at Gio with a confused look and quickly looked down at his Black G19 before grabbing it and moving towards the door.
Looking out the peephole and seeing the familiar face of Kyree standing there King pulled back and took a deep breath as he thought about the correct way to approach him. Sucking his teeth he carefully unlocked the double locks and opened the door coming face to face with him.
Seeing a sly grin creep across Kyree's face King frowned and looked him up and down. "Oh, how I'm so glad to see yo bitch ass face again." Kyree assaulted.
Shaking his head as his patience began to wear thin King tightened his grip on his gun and let out a small faint chuckle. "Just you standing in front of my face right now fuckin' speaking to me is a blessing so I'd advise you to hold them jokes nigga."
Lowering his smile as he saw the gun placed in King's right hand he looked back at King and slowly shook his head as he threw up his hands. "Let's not start off on the wrong foot Ight."
Smiling and looking past King into the house Kyree's face turned in confusion as he noticed he didn't see Zane anywhere around. "Where Zane at?" Kyree asked.
"None of yo fuckin' business nigga. You think you just able to show up outta the blue and act like shit all cool like you ain't up and disappear putting our shit in risk." King said.
"Well, shit since we just jumped right into it! I ain't cause shit to happen to ya'll rookie ass drug operation let me just set that straight. And second I had shit to handle cause— matter fact fuck allat I ain't gotta explain shit to you tell me where the fuck Zane at?" Kyree repeated.
"He ain't here fuck nigga!" King yelled.
As much as King wanted to up his piece and let his full clip of 20 rounds that was currently loaded into the magazine eat his face up he knew that wasn't the way to go about it so he calmed down and gathered himself together.
Kyree laughed as he saw the anger planted all over King's face. "See you.. You needa go take some anger management classes cause what the fuck is you so tense for? I ain't do shit to you nigga."
"Ight Ight nigga ima stop fuckin' around withcho ass but aye when Zane come around you give this to that nigga and tell him to call me... It's urgent." Kyree said before looking King up and down and walking down the steps to the black truck that soon pulled away as he entered it.
Watching as the car drove away with a mean frown on his face King huffed as he looked down at the blank card with a random phone number and address written on the front. Pulling his phone out from his pocket and searching for the address that revealed nothing King smacked his teeth in disappointment and tucked his phone back into his pocket.
"Everything all good G?" Gio asked, holding his gun by his leg. Glancing down at his gun and back at him King nodded giving him clearance to put his piece away. "Yeah, it's all good," King assured.
"Just continue packing them in order ima go make a call." He added.
Placing the two plates on the white sheet that was delicately plated with homemade crisped potato, sausages glistening with savory juices, a fluffy omelet, diced mangos arranged like sunshine, and sugar-powdered French toast exuding a tantalizing aroma, a slight smile crept against Zane's face in satisfaction at the beautiful repose scenery. He took a moment to admire the arrangement before walking back inside the BNB into their bedroom where Sierra laid sound asleep.
Hovering over her and placing soft kisses down her cheek onto her neck, Sierra groaned as she began to wake, her eyes slowly fluttering open. Smiling as she felt Zane kissing her, she placed her arm around his neck and massaged his head. "Good morning, baby," Sierra tiredly spoke, her voice still laced with sleep. "Morning, beautiful," Zane whispered, his minty breath warm against her skin.
"Mm, what time is it?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.
Looking over at the clock that sat on the nightstand, which had just struck eleven o'clock, he looked back at Sierra. "Eleven, so get up 'cause I got something for you," Zane said with a playful grin as he gently pulled her up from the bed. Swinging her legs out of bed and trying to stand up, she stumbled back a bit as her legs caught an aching weak pain. "Oh, woah?" she laughed, catching her balance.
"I'm like this because of you. You ain't have to bend my legs that far, Zane," Sierra teased, giving him a playful shove.
Looking her up and down, Zane mischievously raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "My bad, ma, you want me to massage 'em?" he offered.
Letting out a small faint laugh, Sierra shook her head. "I would like you to," she said, limping away into the bathroom. Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, Zane reached down to grab it, straightening himself up as he answered the call from King and placed the phone up to his ear. Yo, wassgood?" Zane spoke into the phone.
"You ain't get my text, nigga?" King's voice crackled through the phone, sounding urgent.
"Nah, what happened?" Zane asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. Scrunching his face in frustration, Zane scrolled through his messages until he found King's text and read it over, his expression growing more serious with each word.
"What's this I'm reading?" Zane asked.
"Kyree. His ass randomly stopped by the spot while we was packing Pablo's shit up, and after he got done cracking his slow-ass jokes, he told me to give this shit to you and to call him 'bout somethin' urgent or whatever the fuck. All I know is I was this muthafuckin' close to splittin' his shit back," King explained, his voice filled with frustration.
"Hold the fuck up 'cause you just said he stopped by? But how he know where ya'll was moving shit at if I never brought him there, King?" Zane's mind raced with questions, trying to piece together the puzzle.
King paused, his silence indicating that he was deep in thought. "How the fuck did he know we was there?" King repeated, the realization slowly dawning on him.
"You been in contact with Jayvon while I been gone?" Zane asked, his tone now tinged with suspicion.
"Nah, Z, Jay wouldn't do no shit like that," King responded quickly, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness.
"If you ain't been in contact with the nigga to know his recent whereabouts, how the fuck you know? 'Cause it's starting to seem like the closes niggas to me is the ones doin' some foul shit to me," Zane said, frustration evident in his tone.
Zane let out a faint chuckle before slowly shaking his head side to side. "I want all you niggas at the warehouse when I land. I'll let you know when," Zane demanded before hanging up, his mind racing with thoughts and suspicions.
Throwing his phone down on the bed and holding his head in his hands, Zane closed his eyes as he tried to fill in all the missing pieces of what was going on. Each day it was something, and it was suspicious to Zane that it was the people he kept around him who were slowly starting to move funny.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around her, Sierra untied her scarf, placing it on the counter, and dried off. Stepping into her black 'Victoria's Secret panties and strapping on the matching bra, she poured her 'Equate Cocoa Body Oil' into the cup of her hand and mixed it with her 'TPH Body Lotion' before rubbing it over her body.
Putting on a white Skims bodysuit paired with ripped light blue jean shorts, and slipping on her white Chanel slides, and some diamond jewelry, Sierra brushed out her straight brown ombre hair and touched up her baby hairs. She added a few sprays of her 'Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium perfume' and left from the bathroom, ready to see whatever surprise Zane had set up.
Walking out onto the balcony immediately hit by the beautiful scenery of Maui and its tropical weather Sierra smiled and looked over the railing to see a white sheet with a trail of roses trailing to the setup of the breakfast picnic surrounded by small candles and pillows.
Seeing Zane swiping his thumb across the cash and handing it to the chef Sierra carefully stepped down the stairs and walked over towards him. "This is beautiful baby! I can't thank you enough for how you been treatin' me."
"You deserve it," Zane said.
Zane understood that vacations and material things weren't gonna put together the broken pieces in their relationship. The diamonds, cars, and designer might've put a bandage over the problems but it wasn't forever it was only temporary. But she was very grateful for everything he did for her so she never complained but the real healing she wanted and needed was actions and reassurance from him.
Grabbing her hand and carefully stepping on the blanket helping her sit down. Looking around the detailed set up Sierra couldn't help but maintain the smile that played on her face. Lifting the silver-covered top off of her plate revealing the delicious breakfast she grabbed the fork and got into it.
"Mm, this is good." Sierra said.
"So what you think ma you wanna come back out here for Christmas?" He asked.
Covering her mouth as she chewed her food she nodded her head. "It is really nice out here but for Christmas? No, and I only say that because I feel like especially for that holiday I have to be around snow for it to feel like Christmas."
"Maybe Aspen though." She added.
"Really? I honestly hate the snow but if you wanna spend Christmas out there we can do that." Zane offered.
"My mom actually had plans for us this Christmas baby. She wanted to come back down here and throw some type of family Christmas party but I wasn't gonna tell her yes until I had talked it up with you." Sierra informed.
Zane nodded his head. "Yeah we can do that. And bring the boys back down too I wanna give them something cause I know one of em love football."
"That's Tyler he literally will talk your ear off about football," Sierra said.
"Man.. He remind me of myself when I was little he keep his focus on the thing he wanna do the most which is football and that's how I was but with basketball. Then shit just took a turn and this is where I ended up." Zane explained.
"Well, baby maybe this is all a lesson God wanted to teach you." Sierra stated.
"Like what is something you wanna do in life?" Sierra asked. Zane turned his head towards the water and thought about it.
"I never really thought about that, ma," Zane said, his brow furrowing with contemplation. "All I can truly say is I don't see myself still being around the streets for long. I do at least wanna have something of my own going on."
"You even having that mindset is the first step, which is good. And if you really want that, you'll prioritize it," she encouraged, putting a piece of French toast in her mouth.
Zane nodded slowly, absorbing her words. He knew everything Sierra was saying was true, and he couldn't deny it. If anything, he was mostly embarrassed that his woman had to tell him this, but that's what made his bond with her better. She saw his potential even when he couldn't see it himself.
"But you see that's the shit that get to me that you even gotta tell me that as a man because I should've already been on that level when you met me," Zane admitted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Like, that shit is embarrassing."
"No, baby, that's not embarrassing. That's called having an open conversation and you expressing your goals with me. Just because you're a man doesn't mean you gotta hide your emotions and have everything down pat because that's not true. Everybody doesn't have their shit together, and that's okay, Zane." Sierra reassured him.
Sierra's comforting words lingered in the air, wrapping around Zane like a warm embrace. He realized the depth of her understanding and support, grateful for her unwavering encouragement.
"You right ma, I do needa start focusing on bigger things other than this and ima try.. Ima try for you cause you ignite that hope in me." Zane said with sincerity, causing Sierra to smile and hold his hand.
"I love hearing you say things like that. You're more open with me, and I need that," Sierra replied, her eyes sparkling with affection. Zane couldn't help but shyly smirk. "You just had to say it, huh?"
Sierra laughed, "I did, baby, sorry."
"Well why you up here tryna be funny you needa eat up 'cause we finna head out soon to that one spot I showed you." He urged.
"I just got out of the shower, baby. I'm not trying to get in that water. Plus, my legs hurt, and my stomach is starting to hurt too. I don't know, I think the French toast was a little undercooked. But I would love to go to that spa a few blocks down," Sierra explained, her voice tinged with a hint of discomfort.
"Oh, so you don't want the massage I offered you? I see how you do me, but it's ight, we can go," Zane joked, playfully nudging her. "You are something else." Sierra chuckled before shaking her head and lying back on the pillows next to Zane.
Arriving at the tall black tinted glass building with warm white lights designed in a 'diamond' shape that kept a theme of matte black, warm white, and grey inside it's interior, Sierra smiled as she got a glimpse of the inside from the censored doors that slid open from someone walking inside and turned her head towards Zane.
"Is this?" Sierra said. "Hold on, ma, close ya eyes," Zane interjected.
Huffing with a playful flair, Sierra gradually rolled her eyes, ensuring her carefully Wispy-styled lashes remained intact as she covered them with her hand. The car's engine whispered to a halt, and she felt Zane opening her side of the door, his hand extending to guide her out.
"Can I open now?"— "I'll tell you when, just walk slow," Zane instructed, his touch reassuringly secure around her waist as they crossed the threshold of the renowned 'O'Callahana's' restaurant and art museum.
"Open." Sierra lifted her hand, her eyes widening in surprise as the beautiful scene unfolded before her. "Babyy" She happily dragged as she turned to look at him.
"I heard you saying you wanted to come to one of these and I took it upon myself to fulfill that." Zane said. "Baby, I—this is beautiful!" Sierra said as she looked at Zane with a smile.
Holding his hand as they walked to their reserved table Sierra glanced at the precise art-covered wall that was painted with only colors that matched the theme of the restaurant and pulled out her phone to catch the moment.
Making their way to the table, nestled in the cozy corner of the room, Zane and Sierra settled down on the dark leather grey curved couch. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. Zane slid his hands across the table, his fingers intertwining with Sierra's as he looked into her eyes with a mixture of vulnerability and affection.
"You know, this our last stop before heading back home, ma. You think I did a good job with all this?" Zane's voice held a hint of uncertainty, his gaze searching Sierra's for reassurance.
Sierra's eyes lit up with admiration as she gazed at the setup before them. "Yes, baby, you did an amazing job. I feel like this definitely helped bring us closer, understanding more about each other in our relationship and building a stronger bond," she explained, her voice soft and filled with genuine appreciation.
Zane nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, ma, it did. I found out things about you that I didn't know at first, things I should have known when I first spoke to you. But that was my fault, and I apologize if even in the slightest way it made you feel some type of way," he confessed, his voice laced with sincerity.
"I don't ever wanna hurt you or make your feelings seem as if they don't matter again, ma. I love you, and I might not show it as much as I should, and that's something I'm personally working on, but I do... I really do love you. You got my whole heart, like I know you see, you got me deep in love with you, ma," Zane chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering as he poured his heart out to Sierra.
Sierra's heart swelled with emotion at Zane's heartfelt words, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "And onna low I feel like I'm starting to become a soft ass nigga—you got me swimming, getting stone massages, and all this shit. Only you could make me do something like that," Zane expressed, a small grin playing on his lips as he teased Sierra.
Sierra couldn't help but smile through her tears, overwhelmed by the depth of Zane's love and vulnerability. "Babyy, I can't ev—" She paused, blowing out a breath of air as she attempted to compose herself, her voice catching with emotion.
"Ima try and say this before I start crying so firstly, baby, I just wanna say I really appreciate you opening up like this 'cause knowing that if I had told you to say something like this a few months ago, you woulda looked at me like I had lost my damn mind," she chuckled softly.
"And I'm saying tha—fuck... I'm saying that because I want you to know I'm proud of you. From being that young tough boy dealing with your mom's death and not having many good role models but just the rough streets to raise you to now this outstanding talented man. Not only am I proud, but I know your mom and grandma are as well, baby," Sierra continued as tears began to form, her voice filled with love and admiration.
"No words can explain how much love I have for the man sitting in front of me right now. This is the man I wanna spend my life with, the man I wanna build a family with, the man I will go above and beyond for! Baby, you just don't know how much you've really impacted my life for the better... No matter all the sleepless nights you put me through and the fights we had, I still stayed down for you because I love you, Zane," Sierra expressed, As a tear rolled down her cheek.
Zane lifted his thumb and gently swiped away the tear, his gaze filled with love and adoration as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you more ma. It's forever me and you."
And he meant every word. Sitting there In that moment, with Sierra near him, Zane felta deep sense of peace and contentment. Her love and affection were his anchors, holding him steady amidst the deadly chaos of his life in the streets. He knew that without her, he would be lost—her touch, her presence, her unwavering support were the things that kept him grounded.
The thought of losing Sierra, or not being able to experience her love and touch every day, filled him with a deep sense of dread. He knew that if anything were to ever happen to her, he would be consumed by a different kind of madness, one from which he might never recover.
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