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My eyes went to Dru after reading the post. Symone wasn’t supposed to die. This was not part of the plan. He shot me a look and motioned for me to follow him. “Damn,” I mumbled.
“Wow..” Blessing scoffed and returned Chanel’s phone. “How the fuck did this happen! I’m about to call Messiah.” Before I could stop her, she walked away with Chanel following behind her.
“What the fuck, Dru?” I questioned.
He shrugged. “The world is better without her ass anyway. I don’t know how she ended up in the car with them, though. She was supposed to just drop the lo and get the fuck away from them. Them young niggas had no clue she was in the car too. FUCK!” He shouted, clenching his fists. “Now we gotta worry about that nigga Adonis retaliating. Messiah said he was going to talk to him.”
“If it ain’t one thing, it’s another. The only way to assure he won’t retaliate is to handle him too.”
“After this shit is over, I’m walking away from that lifestyle. I can’t keep looking over my shoulder. This lifestyle either leads to hell or jail.”
“Do what you gotta do nigga. You know imma support you regardless.” I dapped him up and made my way downstairs.
“Good morning, Ma,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“Uh uh. Don’t put those nasty ass lips on me, boy!” She swatted me away.
I chuckled and walked around the island to pick Sage up from the highchair. She squealed when her eyes landed on me. “Hey, princess.” I cooed, pinching her chubby cheeks.
“No Moo. Put her down and let her eat. We have plans.” My mama scolded me. I did as told and put Sage back in the highchair so she could eat breakfast.
Everybody seemed to be enjoying breakfast except Blessing. I could tell the news about Symone’s death was bothering her. I didn’t want the bitch to die, but I couldn’t say her death bothered me. She played a stupid game and tried to get my life taken.
I grabbed Blessing’s hand and squeezed it, pulling her from her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into her ear.
“It’s not your fault. I just.. I just wanted this to be over. I’ve gone through enough. Now we have to worry about Adonis. Siah said he’s got it handled. I really hope he does.” She sighed.
“Shit gone be straight, baby. Don’t let this shit ruin our vacation.” I pecked her lips. She gave me a small smile and finished eating her breakfast.
After breakfast, all the women left to do whatever excursions they had planned. I knew they planned on taking Sage to the aquarium. While they were gone, Dru, Rome, and I sat out back smoking a cigar while the meat I planned on throwing on the grill marinated.
“I recorded a mixtape.” Dru blurted out.
“Bout time nigga. You did all that ghost writing, I been told you to drop your own shit.” I said, taking a pull from my cigar.
“That’s what’s up. Proud of you. When you gone let us hear it?” Rome asked.
“I think Imma let y’all hear something tonight. I’ve been talking to Messiah about giving up my spot. He understands. I can’t do this street shit anymore. Chanel gave me the motivation to walk away. I want more out of life. I got the talent, and it’s time for me to follow my dreams.”
I nodded, “I feel it. You got the talent, and even if the rap shit doesn’t work out, you still got the apartment complexes and producing. You got a stage name?”
He shook his head and took a swig of his beer. “Imma just keep Dru. Real shit though, I’m ready to settle down and start a family with my bitch. Fucked around and told her I love her last night.”
“Bout time nigga. Y’all two have been up each other’s ass since the game night.”
“You and Bless ain’t no better.” Rome chuckled. “Every time I turn around, you right up her ass. I’m surprised you didn’t tag along with them.”
I waved him off. “I know yo’ ass ain’t talkin.”
“I’m married nigga. I’m supposed to be up Taryn’s ass.”
The women returned a few hours later. Blessing managed to convince me to wear a two-piece short set to match her tight ass sundress. I couldn’t lie, though, I did look good.
“Aight, Bless. No more pictures. I gotta put this shit on the grill.”
“Fine,” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, wait. Let me tell you something.” She whispered, like we weren’t the only two in the bedroom.
“Tell me.”
