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Authors: Shvonne Latrice

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“Nah, me and shorty doing a duo thing tonight. I was wondering if you heard anything about Portland and Sonny. Shit, do you know anything about my brother being shot at?”

“Yeah, I do. This cat named Leroy hit him.”

“Leroy Leroy?” I frowned.

Leroy and I used to be cool when we both worked for Axel. He was always loyal as fuck, so this was a bit of a surprise. Then again, I did notice when I got out that he wasn’t working for Kill like the rest of Axel’s old team was. Maybe that’s why he tried to come for my brother.

“Yeah, Leroy Yankee. They say he was trying to kill Elijah, but that doesn’t make any damn sense. I know he has a little bit of animosity towards Kill, so why would he be looking to hit Eli?” Blow matched my frown.

“True. I don’t think he was. I think his ass was trying to get at my brother for not keeping his ass on. But what did he expect, he was on that bullshit because he felt the crown should’ve been given to him or Axel’s sons.”

“Leroy is a fuck up and just like Ahmad and Dante, he has no business running a damn empire. Shit, he can barely carry out a damn hit,” Blow scoffed making me laugh.

I chilled with Blow for a couple more hours, until the sun started to set a little bit. He was able to find out where Leroy was, and I wanted to pay that old hating ass nigga a visit. I knew Kill was capable of doing shit on his own when he got better, but he was my little brother, and this shit needed to be handled now.

I pulled up to the crib on Howland and Dupont where Leroy was. Just like Blow said, he was hanging in this little alley like area right next to the house. I kept driving and parked a little ways down, with my car facing Clayton Street, before exiting. I crossed the street, and then ran down towards the house while twisting on my silencer. As soon as I spotted that played out ass ducktail, I opened fire.

PHEW! PHEW! PHEW!

Each shot went straight into his ass, two in the back of the head, and one in his chest. Because the shots were low in sound, his people chilling with him didn’t even notice he’d been capped until the third shot, where he slumped down in the chair he was chilling in. Screams broke out as I booked it to my car. I peeled out of there and hooked a left on Clayton Street so I could head home. That’ll teach that nigga, and any other nigga to never fuck with a Camren. For now, I was gonna keep this shit from Kill, just until he recovered.

Chapter
Four: Jersey

I finished feeding Alexsia, and thank the Lord she was knocked out for the night. I then went to take a hot bath, before changing into a short nightgown, and making my way to the first floor. I finally made it to the back guest room where Kilexis was. He was propped up in the hospital like bed, watching TV and eating some chips. I hated him two days ago for making me go upstairs, but like always, I loved him again.

“Hey sexy,” he bit his lip as I neared him with my cup of tea.

“What are you watching?” I asked as I looked at the TV. It was the only form of light in the room.

“Some show called
Homeland
or something. I ain't want to watch it but my arm started hurting when I was changing channels so, I just stopped,” he responded and then set the chips on the nightstand next to him. “I'm sorry for yelling at you Jersey, I just didn't want you and the baby seeing me like that.”

“I know. I was mad at first, but now I get it.”

“Come lay in the bed with me, I miss sleeping next to you already.” He patted the small space next to him.

“Should I be laying in the bed, Kill? I don't want to hurt your arm.”

“Jersey, come on.” I stood up slowly, and polished off my tea before getting into bed with him. I made sure to be careful, but he tugged me on top of him so that I was straddling him. “I should've had you take your panties off first.”

I gave him a half smile, before standing up slowly on the bed to remove my underwear. I put them on the dresser, peeled the blanket off of his lap, and then pushed up his hospital gown. His dick was getting hard, but not all the way yet, so I bent down to take him into my mouth. I loved giving him head, because his moans were like a piece of music put together by Mozart.

“Shit, Jersey,” he caressed my hair as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. “Baby, fuck.”

I continued working my magic as his dick became harder and harder in my mouth. Once it felt hard enough to chip my tooth damn near, I mounted him and then slowly slid down. Pain shot through my pussy with every inch of him that I took, causing me to dig my nails into his six pack. The pleasure and pain combination felt so perfect.

“Mmm,” I whimpered as I sat still as a statue on him.

My center began to throb as he sat inside me. He then began pushing my gown up to expose the rest of my body, as I continued to stay paralyzed on his long thick member. Gripping my torso with his strong hands, he began moving me up and down slowly while biting his lip. Why was this man so damn fine? It really made no sense, and it was crazy that he was all mine.

“You get so wet for me, baby,” he moaned and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of being inside of me. I loved hearing his voice when he had sex.

I finally gained enough strength to move up and down on him myself, while he held onto my ass cheeks lightly. His hands then roamed all over my physique as we both let out subtle moans here and there. He began thumbing my clit feverishly as I rocked my hips on him, and soon enough we were exploding together.

“I love you so much, Kill.” I leaned down to cup his face and kiss his full lips.

“I love you too, ma.” His hands wandered up and down my back slowly.

 

***

I finished changing my baby's diaper, and then picked her up so she could come to the room her father was in. We were all gonna watch some TV together since I was done with classes for the day.

“Is that my princess?” Kill smiled and reached for her. I could already tell that Alexsia was a daddy's girl, because she began moving wildly as if I was holding her hostage from him.

“I told you to stop doing that because she be fucking me up trying to get to you,” I chuckled as I handed her over to her father. He blew on her fat belly, and she screamed and laughed loudly. “Too cute,” I said before sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

Right when I did, my cellphone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but since it was from here in Wilmington, I decided to go ahead and answer it.

“Hello?”

“Baby girl, don't hang up Jersey, please!” Portland said. I rolled my eyes. After making sure Alexsia and Kill were good, I stepped out of the room to let this asshole humor me with whatever the fuck his stupid ass had to say. “Jersey?”

“What? What the fuck do you want? And you need to make it quick because I'm busy, nigga!” I barked.

“Baby girl, I miss you. I wanna see you and talk to you, I don't like us being estranged like this ya know? Especially because we used to be so close and shit.”

“Well you fucked that up, Portland, so please miss me with the sob story. All you care about is yourself, and no one else, not even your dead father or incarcerated mother. You don’t even give a fuck about your own son and his mother!”

“I do care! I care about all of y'all, Jersey, but that shit was too much. You know that you and Raleigh are much stronger than me, it's always been like that. I have a very fragile mind shorty. And as far as Donovan and Ivy, well they got that Elijah nigga.”

“You sound stupid as fuck. Ivy did not get with Elijah to replace you, dummy.” I rolled my eyes and turned my lip up in a disgusted manner as if he could see me. I wish he were here so that I could slap the shit out of his ass.

“She don’t want me in Donovan’s life. She prefers that nigga as her baby daddy, not me. I tried but that shit hurts my feelings knowing I ain’t enough for her anymore.”

“Here we go with another segment of Portland wanting someone to feel bad for his whack ass.”

“Don't be like that, Jersey. But how are you? How is my niece?”

“She's perfect and I'm perfect as always as well.”

“Oh, okay. Kill is her father, right?”

“Portland, you know who her father is, and that's probably the only damn reason you want to make up with me. Cheyla already told me that you and Sonny wanna be down with them.”

“Well, Cheyla needs to update her information, because that's no longer the case. We got our own shit going on, and no longer need them Camren niggas. I'm calling you because like I said, I miss you.”

“So.”

“Maybe we can go to lunch or something, Jersey. I'm willing to do whatever it takes for your forgiveness. And even though Raleigh is fucking with me a little bit more than you, I still want to make it up to her as well. Please, one lunch date and we can go from there. You know Mom and Dad... Fuck Dad. You know Ma wouldn't want us apart and fighting like this. We've lost enough.”

“Fine, Portland, I will let you know when I'm free.”

 

Chapter
Four: Kantwan

The fact that my brother got shot had me wondering if that nigga that threatened Cheyla was behind it. I wasn't too sure, but with all the shit going on I felt it was best to let my brother know about a potential enemy. Yeah I felt he was harmless, but shit, you never know. Niggas were acting bold these days and you could never be too sure.

I walked through Kill’s home until I made it to the large room he'd been sleeping in while he recovered from being shot. When I entered, I was surprised to see him moving around and shit. He was using his arm like his shoulder wasn't just shot the fuck up a couple days ago. My brother irritated me sometimes with his always wanna be strong ass. He would never just sit down and rest, or be sad about shit that we knew bothered him. Nothing ever got this nigga down, or at least that’s what he wanted us to think. I knew it wasn't healthy for him to be that way, but he'd been like that for as long as I've known him.

“Hey man, are you supposed to be moving shit around so soon?” I asked as I sat down on the couch in there. I smiled when I saw a baby swing bed, because I knew my niece had been in here.

“I'm feeling great, and this was in the way so I moved it.” He pointed to the end table that he had pushed down some.

“How are you feeling?” I questioned.

“Bothered as fuck,” he sighed and walked over to sit on the hospital like bed. “I don't know who the fuck it was that shot me, and would be foolish enough to shoot into a restaurant in broad daylight.”

“Portland, Sonny maybe.”

“I want to pin it on them, but I just don't see them being that bold. If they did have something to do with it, they definitely hired someone to do the work. They're not about that life like they try to pretend.”

“I feel you. Cheyla told me some nigga threatened her at school and shit. I don't see how they would know you, but maybe that's a part of it.”

“Why did he threaten her? I'm not following how some random nigga who threatened your girl would end up shooting at me and Elijah in the middle of a damn restaurant.” He furrowed his brows.

I let out a deep sigh and said, “Nah, remember that night Cheyla got attacked and I had you come and get her car?” He nodded. “Well the nigga I killed, his brother is the one who threatened Cheyla. I'm thinking maybe he was just trying to get anyone of us.”

“But me? Why would he choose me, or even Elijah? It would make more sense for him to come after you.” He shook his head and then stood back up to pace the room. “What's his name?”

“Isaiah. Maybe he wanted you as revenge. I killed his brother, and he kills mine, you know.”

“Do you have a last name on him or anything? We need something more to look his ass up.”

“No, but I know his brother got a hotel room a couple of months ago at the Westin. His name is Monty and I'm sure they have the same last name; I hope they do.”

“And how the fuck are we supposed to get ahold of some hotel records from the Westin, Kant?”

“I know somebody. He already told me he can get into any system from anywhere.”

I met this dude name Ali, and he was a computer hacker. He told me he could get into anyone's system, including banks, colleges, hotels, and anything else. I wanted to use him but a few things had me a bit apprehensive. I needed to make sure he wasn't working for the government or anything, because that would get me in some serious ass trouble if he were to set my black ass up. My life would be over for sure.

“You met someone? Kantwan, we can't be fucking around with random niggas. Shit is too hot right now. Have Cheyla text me what the nigga looks like, and I will go up to the school and scope his ass out.”

“I think it's better if we look into him privately, Kill.”

“I didn't ask you what you thought, Kantwan, I gave you something to do. This is a monologue right now, not a dialogue. Get Cheyla to send me his physical description so I can look into him.”

“I'm gonna do that, but I'm also going forward with the guy I met, Ali.”

“Kantwan, you don't know this nigga! What if he's setting you up, huh? Then what? You want to risk going to jail over some nigga who we can catch without all that extra shit? Really?”

“I'm gonna look into him before I hire him.”

He laughed and ran his hands over his face.

I understood that Kilexis was the boss, but I still had the right to think for myself. Every decision he made wasn't gonna be the end of the conversation like he wanted. I understood where he was coming from, but this guy, Ali, would be very useful to me; to us. I wasn't gonna let Kill's bullheaded ass fuck up something just because it wasn't his idea.

“Do what you want, Kantwan. Do what the fuck you want, but if you get caught up, you better not fuckin' mention me. And don't look to me to dig you out of some shit that you should've never been in, in the first place.”

“I won't.” I stood up just as Jersey was coming into the room.

“Kantwan, would you like some spaghetti?” she smiled up at me.

“Nah, I'm good. Peace.”

I left out hot as fuck. I was a grown ass man and therefore I was gonna do what the fuck I felt needed to be done. I wanted to get this nigga's name so I could dig into his past and everything else I needed to know about him. As Kill requested, I was gonna have Cheyla text him the details of the way the nigga looked, but while he was fucking around trying to catch the nigga, I was gonna be doing what he should've been doing.

As soon as I got into my car, I pulled my phone out to dial Ali. I wasn't fucking around with these niggas.

 

Chapter
Four: Ivy

Later that night…

Shamece and I were becoming pretty cool, and starting to talk a lot more lately, especially now that I was basically forced to quit the call center. Going to school, and having to keep up with them ten page papers and shit was really wearing me the fuck out. It came down to either keeping my job or staying in the school, and school won. I hated that Elijah was gonna be supporting me now, but it was just something I would have to deal with if I wanted to make something of myself. In the end, getting that college degree would all be worth it.

“Hey girl,” Shamece smiled as soon as I got into her car. The smell of raspberries was in the air, mixed with a little bit of her perfume.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I'm okay, still trying to get like you and find me a good, fine man,” she responded as we laughed.

“Well good luck, because it is pretty scarce out here, ya know?”

“I do. So do you wanna go to the movies first? Or get something to eat?”

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