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Before I knew it, I slammed my pistol into his face. I was trying to bash his head in. “That’s for playing those punk ass games with my sister.” Something in me couldn’t stop, I wanted to feel him die at my hands. Before I could feel that, Kasair’s voice filled my eardrums. I stopped and I pulled back looking at him.

“I deserved to know her, both of my sisters. You can’t have everything. You already got to know her.” He yelled in a voice filled with emotion.

“Who?” I asked, confused.

“Our mother.” He pointed his finger at me.

Another laugh escaped my lips. “You mean the crackhead who put me through hell? The bitch who left me to raise her kids because she couldn’t get it together. If that’s ya beef with me then you definitely chose a fucked-up reason to lose your life.” I didn’t even give him a chance to respond, I aimed at his head and pulled the trigger. “And you, old man. You can’t even afford the spot you want, so gimme one reason I shouldn’t make yourold ass walk this fucking earth in pain knowing that you’re the reason not one but all of your kids are dead.”

He looked at his dead son, before back at me. “Because I am your father too and no matter what you do, I’ll always come for my spot.”

Kasair’s laughter filled the room. “Aww shit he’s on that Luke Skywalker shit.”

It took everything in me to keep a straight face in that moment, but I did. Instead I focused on the old man. “Too bad, tell my other siblings I said what’s good when you get there. I aimed and popped his ass too.

I don’t knowhow I got home, but by the time I realized it I was walking through the door and stalking toward the washroom. I was drained and depleted of all energy. Days like today reminded me of why I left the streets, nothing was easy and the streets definitely weren’t. I knew for sure I wouldn’t miss the flushed storylines or ideals as to why people deserved where I worked my ass off to get. I wouldn’t miss it because I had too many times almost lost my life and had my livelihood threatened. I stood under the water of my massive shower allowing the water to cascade down my being. With each drop of water that went down the drain, there was a problem. I allowed my frustrations to exit my soul through the water. The sound of the door opening and the rush of cool air caused me to open my eyes and look toward the door. There she stood, naked as the day she was born, peering at me with concern in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, stepping into the shower and closing the door behind her.

“I killed my father and brother today.” I uttered the words as she stepped in front of me.

She was quiet for a few seconds. “Cause.”

“They were a threat.” There was so much more but that was all I was willing to tell her right now. I slid down the granite wall, sitting in the corner of the shower.

“You’re protective by nature, Mazzier. You don’t set out to hurt people or things unless it poses some type of threat. None of us can effectively play god, but you did what you had to do.” She straddled me and wrapped her hands around my neck.

“Bu—”

“No but. You’re leaving that life behind right? Things wouldn’t be over if you didn’t have to do what you had to do. Sometimes we’re forced to go out with a bang.” She kissed my face in various places before looking me in my eyes and pressing her soft inviting lips against mine.

When we separated, I just looked at her. “I love you.” The words slid out of my mouth like diarrhea on a full stomach. The thing is, I meant it. What I had with Gayze was the future and the rest of my life, whereas what I had just dealt with was the past. I accepted it.

Chapter 21

MECCA -ONE YEAR LATER

“Hell no, and I’m standing on it.” I glared at Kasair as he held our daughter, Kacey. Currently he was attempting to talk me into trying for a son, but he had me so messed up that it was funny. If he ever thought I was giving him another kid he was nuttier than I thought at first.

“Talk to ya girl.” Kasair cut his eyes at Love walking in the room holding Sophia from a diaper change.

“About what?” she looked confused. Her slightly pudgy frame didn’t go unnoticed. After that big fuss she put up last year, after they had a small ceremony in Vegas last year, she allowed Quari to fill her gut once again.

“I want a son, she?—”

“Nope, that’s on her. Her body, her decision.” Love had my back this time.

“Fuck that, she wasn’t talking that shit when she agreed to my son.” Quari looked up from his phone and mugged Love.

“We both know the only reason I agreed to another child is so that Sophia won’t be overly spoiled and that she has a playmate.” Love glared at Quari while Sophia reached for him.

“Good ass idea,” Kasair said, cutting his eyes in my direction.

“Fuck outta here, that was the conversation, but I put the work in long before.” He winked at her and kissed her cheek before talking to Sophia.

I looked from their little family to my own, the funny thing is I always told Kasair no but, honestly I didn’t know yet. I was just now getting the hang Kacey and her fickle ass ways, imagine another baby and more pregnancy hormones. Kasair barely survived the last one, he probably would survive this one.

Things were going well though, he loved me and I loved us. After a few months he finally moved us into a larger condo in my building and we officially lived together as if we weren’t already living together damn near. Though he worked a lot and ran the streets, he always came home in one piece so I wasn’t complaining. I loved him and the life we were building because it fit and it was definitely a never-ending journey. The funny thing is I got so used to the toxicity and played all the games years ago, but now I wished this nigga would. I glanced over at Kasair and a smile covered my face at how much he’s grown over the last year and a half. I feared that he’d run the streets and get caught up in them, but he did the opposite. We had become the most boring little family, but I liked it and I hoped he did too. I knew that he was content, but I also knew that he had raw feelings when it came to his mother. Though he wouldn’t talk to her and refused any type of relationship I know deep down he wanted to. The thing about Kasair that I knew for sure was that he could hold a grudge forever, if he felt wronged in any way, his Taurus would step forth and there was no way of talking sense into him. The man I love is straight bullheaded, but we’ll be cool. His crazy was my crazy and I accepted everything.

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