Page 48 of His Lucky Blessing

“Everything good?” He looked around the room.

“It will be.”

“You sho?” He stared at me. “Call me if you need me.”

Boogie was my childhood friend that protected me with his life. Everywhere I went, he went. He lived on the property with me, and I made sure he was paid for his services. With him beingsingle, I thought it was best for him to join my team. He never wanted to settle down anyway, he would fuck bitches and throw them out like trash. It was something he always did. He stood to the door a little longer before I closed the door on him. I sat on the bed and made sure that the gun was loaded.

“What are you doing?” Blessyn asked.

“Doing what you wanted,” I cocked the gun to make sure a bullet was in the chamber.

“Lucky you wouldn’t do that in front of me. Would you?”

“You don’t know me very well. It ain’t like I ain’t been wanting to do it anyway. The shit ain’t just bothering you. I’ll just take myself out of my misery. You don’t think I feel fucked up for real now that I killed someone that was important to you? You have no idea how I sleep in intervals because that day plays over and over in my head, do you?”

“I gotta get out of here. You can do what you want when I leave.”

“Nah, you pregnant with my baby. This is your home, and we built our family here. You stay; I’ll leave.”

My heart dropped right after the words left my mouth. I wanted to grab her and squeeze her so tight so we could cry this shit out together, but she wasn’t letting me touch her. I wanted to wipe every tear that was falling down her face. She stopped grabbing her shit and waited for me to start getting my things. I didn’t even want shit. All I got was my keys, phone and some money.

“When you ready to talk can you call me, please? If you don’t then I understand. I’ll see you at the baby appointment in a few days. You know where the money and shit at.” I left the gun sitting right on the bed so if she wanted to, she could’ve shot me dead in my back. She didn’t and that’s how I knew she had love for me.

I got in my truck and drove away from the only woman that had my heart. The further I got away, the more my heart broke. It was late as fuck and I was replaying the day in my head, now I knew why her ass passed out. Having a son was traumatizing to her. It was fucking with me too, but I felt like it was the most high letting me get my shit together. I never had a clue she was the mother.

I parked my car in valet and got out to get me a room for the night. Later that night, I called down there and paid up for the week. Blessyn wasn’t going to let me back in her life ever again. Sometimes the love could be there, but it wasn’t enough and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t fucking with me like that ever again.

It took me all night to sleep. I called Blessyn’s phone over and over again, but she never answered. She was probably dying right now, and I wasn’t there. I sent Boogie to check on her so I could rest. He reported back and said she was locked in the room crying. That shit ate at me that I just got out of the bed and sat on the sofa, smoking blunt after blunt until my face was numb and my lips were burnt. By the time I climbed in the bed it was after seven in the morning, and I still had to force myself to get some sleep.

I wasn’t sure what time it was but the banging at my door had me ready to snatch a bitch head off. It felt like I had just gone to sleep but when I looked at the clock it was damn near six in the evening. My body was heavy as fuck as I tried to pull myself out of the bed. The banging started again before I could reach for my shirt.

“I’m coming goddamn.” I opened the door to see Perc standing there with an attitude.

“Nigga what the fuck you doing here? I waited on your ass for two hours at the spot and you never showed. Went to your crib and Boogie told me you were here.”

I shut the door and took a seat at the mini bar in my suite. Since it was evening, I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink and swallowed it down.

“I’ve lost my damn wife.”

Perc pulled a chair out and poured himself a drink too. “You can’t be serious. Y’all shit still fresh. What happened?”

“Remember that pussy ass nigga Khi?”

“Yeah, he had that shit coming.”

“I really don’t give a fuck ‘bout him. It’s the kid.”

“You still fucked up about that?”

“It was her kid and Khi was her nigga.”

“Fuckkkk! You gotta be lying. Out of all the muthafucka we know why it had to be her? Did you tell her you didn’t intend to kill her son? I mean you did explain that shit to her, didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t. I mean; I tried but she wouldn’t let me. Her ass was trying to leave the house all pregnant and shit, so I told her to stay and I’ll leave. You know I would never hurt a child. I’ve always wanted kids. I only imagine what I would do is someone fucked with my child.”

“I know how that fucked you up. You went to therapy and everything ‘bout that lil’ boy.”

“Khi was flaw as fuck for even coming at me while he had his lil’ nigga with him. Like she never mentioned her kid while at the shop?”

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