Page 50 of Krash & Bern

Well, this is it. I pray whoever comforts Krash in the wake of my death will love him better than I ever could.

I’d accepted my fate. I’d come to terms with the fact I’d die in this moment. Rodney’s strength was too powerful. No matter how hard I fought, kicked, and clawed, his grip never loosened.

Tears poured from my eyes as my vision became patchy.Thank you, God. You allowed me to reconnect with the only man I’d ever loved. You allowed us to have two good weeks of passionate lovemaking and beautiful memories.

As darkness crept into my line of sight, Krash appeared. My angel was here to save me, but it was too late. I closed my eyes and took my final breath.

God, protect him from the heartbreak of losing me a second time.

Clad in my gray joggers, white T-shirt, and Retro Jordan 11s, I hopped out the whip and made my way through the parking garage to the front entrance to Bernice’s penthouse. I took the elevator up to her floor and stopped in my tracks at the scene before me. Her front door was ajar, and I could hear shuffling within the home. The smile fell from my lips as I darted in. The scene playing out in front of me mortified me.

There was a nigga with his hands around Bernice’s throat. Tears pooled from her eyes as she clawed at his hands. Anger and confusion swam together as my vision turned red.

I snatched him away from Bernice and tossed him into the wall. The pictures on the wall fell as he looked up at me. Before he could respond, I allowed my hands to do all the talking necessary. Punch after punch rained down on this nigga. I didn’t know who he was or why he was here, but I wasn’t about to let shit slide.

“Get off me!” he cried out as he continued to cover his face and body.

“Did you get off of Bern when she clawed at your fucking hands?” I asked between punches.

Blood.

The stench of blood infiltrated my senses. A beast took over my body. I no longer had control of my movements. I couldn’t stop until he was dead. He had to die because any nigga who eventhoughtabout putting their hands on my lady didn’t care about their life.

“K-Krash…”

My movements halted at the soft, strained tone in her voice. My head snapped over to see Bernice coughing and reaching out to me. My body moved swiftly to get to her.I pulled her into my arms and examined her. She coughed and cried into my shirt. The white shirt was stained with blood and tears.

“K-Keyshawn…”

“It’s okay, Bern. I’m here. I’m not leaving your side.”

I pulled out my phone and called the crew. When everyone was on the call, I let out a deep breath. “I need y’all to pull up with a car to pick this nigga up.” I panned the camera over to the swole ass nigga who I’d just had to put my hands on.

“Nigga! What the hell happened?” Blake asked.

I sighed. My hands rubbed Bernice’s back as she whimpered. “I walked in and found him choking my lady. He’s unconscious, but I can see his chest moving, so he’s not dead. I wanted him dead… I’m going to take care of Bern. If one of y’all can bring her some soup, ginger ale, tea, and lemon to soothe her throat, I’d be very appreciative.”

“We got you, bro. You know the police are going to get involved if he presses charges,” Gary warned.

“I don’t give a fuck. I did what I needed to do to protect Bernice in her home. I’ll deal with whatever consequences are necessary.”

“Me and Nehemiah can be at your spot in fifteen,” Blake explained. “We’ll take the nigga to the ER to make sure he’s all right. We’ll give him a talk as well.”

“I’ll get you and the lady what y’all need,” Gary added.

“I’ll see what I can do to keep this out the media. I’ll also need to get with Bernice, when she’s up to it, to disclose her security feed to help build a case against him, if necessary,” Deionte finished.

“I appreciate y’all more than anything.”

The call ended, and I picked up Bernice and carried her to the couch. I made sure the nigga was still in my line of sight as I rocked her in my arms.

“I’m not leaving your side, baby.” I pressed a kiss to her temple as she fell asleep. The weight of the traumatic experience was too exhausting for her.

She slept through Blake and Nehemiah coming and collecting the nigga. He’d stayed unconscious through the whole exchange. Then, when he was no longer at the home, I cleaned up the kitchen and put the meal into Tupperware containers. I set myself some aside in a bowl. When Gary arrived, I made Bernice some soup and tea—I added a squeeze of lemon and a spoonful of honey to help soothe her aching throat.

We sat on the couch and ate our food silently. I didn’t want to overstep, but I wanted to know who he was and why he was in her home.

“Krash…”

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