"What brings you by?" Quan asked, turning around to look at Destiny. "I wanted to talk." She said, clenching to her bag, looking around his house. "About?" He questioned. "Damn, where's the hospitality? Offer a girl some water or something." Destiny shook her head. "My bad. You want some Kool-aid?" He asked. He was the same Quan.
"No. Thanks though." She told him. He nodded, "So, you gonna tell me what you wanna talk to me 'bout?" He questioned. She didn't want to beat around the bush, but she also didn't want to attack him with what she knew— however, she came here to call him out. "I know what you did. I just wanna know why?" She asked him, calmly. "What, what the hell you talking 'bout?" Quan asked, confused.
"Are you really going to play dumb?" Destiny rolled her eyes. "Ain't nobody playing. Fuck is you talking 'bout, shorty?" He raised his voice slightly. Destiny felt belittled with the base in his voice, but she wasn't about to back down. "Nigga don't fucking act clueless!" She snapped, raising her voice too.
"You trippin'." Quan shook his head.
"No, nigga! You the only one tripping!" She yelled, "You thought coming to a baby shower— my baby shower, and shooting my boyfriend was going to make me magically run back to you?" She asked. "Ole boy snitching now." Quan chuckled.
"You could of killed him!" Destiny grew furious.
"But I didn't." He shrugged. The fact that he was showing no remorse or sympathy only angered Destiny more. "You're a piece of shit." She told him. "I know." He agreed, unbothered.
"I can't believe you right now," She scoffed, "you're standing here without the slightest bit of compassion." She shook her head. Quan looked over at her, not knowing what to say.
There was nothing he could say.
He was immune to hurting people, feeling sorry for what he did wasn't something he was motivated to do. He never apologized for his actions, he was the perfect perpetrator. "What you want me to say, "I'm sorry"? Well I'm not." He mugged her.
"You're a heartless son of a bitch!" She looked at him with disgust. She reached into her bag, pulling out the gun then aiming it at him. Quan didn't even flinch, instead he thought it was funny. He started laughing hysterically.
"You here to shoot me?" He asked, coming down from laughter. "I will if I have to." She said coldly. "You won't." He told her confidently. "What makes you so sure, bitch?" She tilted her head to the side. "This ain't you. Do you even know how to shoot a fucking gun?" He questioned. "You don't know me." She spoke through clenched teeth.
The hand she used to hold the gun slightly began to shake. "Put the gun down, baby girl." Quan smirked. "Shut the fuck up!" She took the safety off the gun. He was always good at manipulating and there was no room for that today. Quan took a step back, holding his hands in the air. "Sit on the couch." She instructed. He did what he was told, sitting down on the black velvet couch. "You only doing this shit cause you know I won't hurt you." He said.
"But you did hurt me!" Destiny snapped, "You almost killed the love of my life." She uttered on the verge of tears. She sniffled, refraining from crying; she didn't want to show Quan any emotion or prove him right when he said this wasn't here.
"You're a psychopath, Ja'Quan." She said. Those words hurt to hear, but they were the raw truth. "I can't help this shit." He mumbled. He, himself knew she was speaking the truth. He had no emotion.
"Shoot me. Take me out my misery, Destiny." He added. "Stop talking!" She yelled at him. She looked over at the front door, seeing it in the process of being unlocked. "Who's that?" She asked.
"Probably Blair and our daughter." Quan said.
"Get rid of them." She demanded. "Destiny they fucking live here." He scrunched up his face. He knew she never did anything like this before, but she was worse than a amateur.
Blair walked into the living room, dropping her bag and holding their daughter closer to her chest when she saw Quan being held at gun point. "W-What the hell is going on?" She asked, looking in between Quan and Destiny.
"Nothing. Take Peyton upstairs." Quan instructed. "No. We're leaving." Blair tried exiting the house.
"No!" Destiny shouted, "You already saw too much. You might run and tell the police." She said. "No, no. I won't. You have my word." Blair reasoned.
"I wouldn't trust you if you were that last person on earth." Destiny grilled. "You don't know me. And I don't know you." Blair reasoned, "What's there to tell? I didn't see anything." She slowly backed up from the living room.
Destiny was in a slight panic; she didn't know what to do. "Let her go, Destiny." Quan said, still sitting on the couch. "Don't tell me what to do!" She snapped, looking at Quan in rage. "You should listen to him." Blair chimed in. "Will the both of you shut the fuck up!" Destiny yelled, causing the baby to cry out. "Shhh." Blair rocked her side to side.
"Man, you holding me at gun point with my baby here. You a crazy bitch!" Quan sucked his teeth. "Oh, yeah?" Destiny approached him, pressing the gun against his temples. "Another word, I promise, I'll pull this trigger." She told him. Blair held their daughter tighter, praying Destiny wouldn't shoot.
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From down the street, Kross, Chance, Mario, and Swift geared up. They wore bullet proof vests just in case something were to go wrong. Kross silently cursed in his head. This wasn't in his plan and he only prayed nothing happened to Destiny in that house. "What's the plan, we just 'bout to burst in?" Chance questioned, looking at Kross.
"No. Mario got a print out of the house. There's a back door we can slip in through." Kross informed. The guys nodded, following behind him as he made his way up the street, discreetly. None of them knew what to expect walking inside, they only had one agenda; get Destiny out safe.
They easily slipped through the back door without any problems, as Kross stated before. Everyone backed out their gun, walking through the empty kitchen. Kross held up two fingers, signaling the guys to slip into groups of two. Mario and Swift went to check downstairs while Kross and Chance approached the living room. They heard voices coming from that direction, causing them to stop.
Chance was the only one able to get a good view of what was going on in the living room. "She's holding him, the girl, and the baby at gun point." Chance whispered. Kross lowly sighed. He tucked his gun into his waistband, "Cover me." He told Chance. He walked into the living, clearing his throat.
Destiny looked over at Kross, shocked to see him. "W-Why, what are you here?" She asked. "I should be asking you that." He said. "This some crazy shit." Quan mumbled. Chance walked into the living room behind Kross, immediately aiming his revolver at Quan. "Give me the gun, Destiny." Kross stood inches away from Destiny. "No." She shook her head.
"Please." Kross reasoned. "He shot you! Since the day he came into my life it's been heartache." Destiny let out, tears rolling down her face. "I know, baby. But you don't need to do this." Kross told her, lowering the gun in her hand. He managed to take the gun away from her, tucking it in his pocket.
"I got you. I always will." He whispered, pulling her into his chest while rubbing her back. "I got this, KJ. Get her home." Chance assured. Kross nodded, walking Destiny through the front door. Before they could make it out the gate, a round of gun shots went off. Kross clenched down on his teeth, "Get in your Jeep and go home! Do you understand me?" He looked into her eyes.
Her legs went weak and the feeling in her body went numb. She nodded, looking back at Quan's house. "I'll be there soon." Kross kissed her lips, watching her get into the Jeep. When she drove off, he jogged back over to the house. After re-entering the house, the sight of three dead bodies greeted him. He quickly looked away. "What the fuck man!" He snapped, pushing Chance aggressively.
"You should of knew I wasn't gon spear this nigga. And his bitch seen too much for us to let her ass walk." Chance spoke, not caring that he just shot three people, one of whom was only an infant. The streets turned Chance into a monster. "How the fuck you expect us to clean up three dead bodies in broad fucking daylight?" Kross questioned, angry.
This was an even bigger mess than what he originally planned to clean up. "Relax." Chance laughed, lighting up a blunt, "I'll call the cleaning crew." He said. Kross sighed, running his hands down his face. This wasn't in his plans at all— that's all he could stress. "Aight. Hurry up and do this shit so we can go!" Kross told his friend, frustrated by the event that had taken place today.
Although this entire situation quickly went left, he was relieved the issue was finally handled. He could now get back to his usual self and focus on the better things in life. But, what seemed like closure for Kross, instantly turned into a nightmare for Destiny.
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