Page 28 of We Could Be Better

“What are you doing here and where is my son?”

“Don’t worry he is fine; he’s back at the house waiting for you.”

I wasn’t about to put up a fuss because I know soon or later this was going to happen. I quickly just grabbed my clothes and threw them on and followed his lead. I was going to humble for now but in the back of my head I was thinking of a plan to get me and my son out. If only Keem would’ve answer the phone when I tried calling him over and over again.

“Are you going to hurt my baby?”

“I don’t hurt kids sweetie; him dressed in all black and crying at you funeral will be enough excitement for me.”

Why even put up a fight when I knew he was coming? I brought all of this on myself the only thing I wanted was to get my child somewhere safe, so the whole way there I didn’t even open my mouth. I sat in the back of the van quietly; I had been through everything and had been everywhere except hell. I would give my life any day just to make sure my son made it out here safe, so as long as the promised his safety then that’s all that mattered.

I didn’t even noticed I fell asleep until Rocko swung the door open and the van and we were outside of a big beautiful mansion. I was use to nice things so I wasn’t sweating it, but I had to say this house was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Deuce!” Rocko screamed as we walked in the house

“Where’s my baby? I want to see him!”

“Don’t worry he’s fine! DEUCE! Where the fuck this nigga at?”

“Hold tight I’m going find him and don’t try nothing it have cameras throughout this whole house.”

I didn’t reply to him I wasn’t for a fuss right now; I had to save all my energy to protect my son by all means. I stood in thefoyer and looked around just sucking in the beauty of the place; I walked into the living room and noticed how white everything was. I looked to the fire place and noticed a big painting sitting over it. I know I hit my head in that wreck but I was far from crazy the woman in the painting looked just like Kyra. I just stared at the picture; I didn’t know much but I knew my sister.

“Beautiful isn’t she?”

Hearing this fool voice had me on age; I didn’t know what kind of games they were playing but I didn’t have time. I just kept my back to him and continued staring at the picture of my sister wondering what kind of sick joke is this.

“You know one day your sister is going to be back here with me.” He said while walking up beside me, I looked over my shoulder at him.

“What are you doing here Keith, and where’s my son?”

“This is my home and your son is safe for now. Look Dreka I don’t bring harm to kids but if you try anything I will.”

“Don’t touch my son whatever you have against me take it up with me and not him. He’s a child and has not done anything.”

I was pissed off don’t threaten to hurt my fucking child because of what you have against me. My child is innocent and up until he’s thirteen I’m responsible of all his sins, so they would have to kill me. Behind my son I’m going to the end of the world; I was going to hang on for us because I knew one thing for sure. Keem was coming, if I knew nothing about my man I knew he wasn’t going to stop until he found us.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Keem

I thought for sure Dreka and I had been going though until I went home waiting for her to show up and she never did. It was crazy though because she didn’t take anything with her, and I knew Dreka she took pride in her shoes and purses. That wasn’t like her to leave any of those things behind, that’s when I became worried. I started to call Kyra but I didn’t want to bother her because she was pregnant and maybe Dreka just went out for a ride and her phone died. That crazy ass girl never kept her phone charged.

It was no longer about a dead phone because the days without my girl and son turned into weeks. I didn’t fuck with the pigs, so Cash and I was in the streets day and night looking for them. I swear as a man I was weak, because the day Dreka went missing I had over ten missed calls from her. I felt like a fool and wanted to kick my own ass for not answering the phone. While my girl needed me I was at my side bitch house blowing her back out and now I had no clue where her or my son was.

“Everything will be fine bae!”

I looked up and mugged the fuck out the bitch; I didn’t even get why she was here. Maybe two weeks after Dreka went missing she came here to comfort me I’m assuming but one thing lead to another and she hadn’t left since she came. I was playing a dangerous game fucking with my girl friend, but in all honestly Onika was really Kyra’s friend. I didn’t know what thefuck I was thinking having her stay here though, but I needed to get my mind off everything going on around me.

“Keem, if you don’t want me here I will leave. But you will not ignore me like what happened to Ryder and Dreka is my fault”

“It is partially your fault because had I not been fucking you then I would’ve been able to answer the phone for her that day.”

It was her fucking fault because if she didn’t seduce me then I wouldn’t have been fucking around with her that day. I was wrong but I was a man and had been locked up for six fucking years. Temptation was a mutha fucka and it’s not like Onika pussy was new; I was fucking her when we were younger. She and Kyra was under me, but Onika a body like a fucking woman. Once I got with Kyra I left her alone up until recently.

“Boy bye! I’m going home holla at me when you get your shit together.” She said heading out the door.

With everything going on the last person I wanted to see was Kyra. But soon as Onika swung my front door open her and Cash was standing on the steps. Had they came a few minutes earlier they probably would’ve caught my dick down Nik throat.

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