Page 88 of Heart of a Savage
Four Days Later…
It had been four days since Paige’s wedding, and I had been hiding out in a hotel up north. I had been sick for days andhadn’t been eating. Drinking liquor and eating dry-ass peanuts were the only things getting me by.
When I got the call that Uncle Lamont had been murdered, I didn’t say anything to anyone as I got inside my rental and fled the scene. I shut off my locations and my phone. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I had been crying and puking since I got the news, and the only person I talked to was my father that night when he told me that everyone must die.
I agreed then because I was angry that I didn’t get a chance to defuse the situation. I was irate that my uncle was touched, and I didn’t get a chance to talk some sense into him. I blamed everyone, including the man I had given my heart to. He had to know what was happening. There was no way he didn’t know when he was the CEO of the company my uncle stole the pills from.
I hated that I fell for him.
He promised me he wouldn’t hurt me, then turned around and did the shit anyway.
This was the reason why I was conflicted about giving myself to him, but I did it because I wanted to know what it was like to be loved.
My stupid ass.
I should have run the other fucking way. Now, I was about to ruin his life for playing dirty games.
Pulling myself from the bed, I found the strength to finally take care of my hygiene. I dressed down in a velour short set, brushed my hair into a low ponytail, and put on a hat and sunglasses. I grabbed my phone, gun, and keys before heading out of the hotel.
I drove two miles up the road to a local CVS and purchased four pregnancy tests. I then went back to the hotel and pissed on all of them. I prayed to God that they would show up negative.I couldn’t fathom the thought of carrying a man’s baby who betrayed me.
I should have never let Mooney and Paige get in my head about allowing myself to love.
To feel.
I didn’t want this shit, but somehow, I got it, and it felt good only for a brief moment, then it got snatched away from me.
How could he do this?
He promised he wouldn’t hurt me, and I warned him not to. It was only right that I hurt his ass back.
Looking down at my watch, the timer went off as I stood from the toilet seat and begrudgingly picked up the first test.
Pregnant.
I picked the second.
Pregnant.
The third and fourth ones gave the same result as I swiped them from the counter in a rage.
“Fuuuck! Son-of-a-bitch!” I screamed.
This was all my fault for being fucking reckless.
I stormed out of the bathroom, reclaimed the keys from the dresser, and hurried out of the hotel, heading to find a lying, snake-ass nigga.
It only took me an hour to get back into the city. I had powered my phone back on to a plethora of text messages from my mom, Paige, and that dumbass, backstabbing bastard. I texted Paige and my mom back to let them know I was okay, then headed in the direction of the hideout of the Assassin’s Association headquarters.
It only took me thirty minutes to get the drop on Messiah and his whole family and their businesses. After loading up on artillery, I left the hideout and went on my hunt.
My first stop was to their main block, where they sold product out of the North End side of town. I crept up the block,seeing dope fiends and pill heads coming in and out of two houses that were next to each other. I grabbed the Tech Nine from the front seat, got out, and stood in the middle of the street. No one paid me any attention, and that was their downfall.
I lifted the gun and let off round after round at the houses. People scurried about, some getting hit and some making it through the alley on the side of the house. I didn’t stop shooting until I ran out of bullets. Getting back inside the car, I left the scene for my next stop.
Things had hitthe fan sooner than I expected. One minute, I was staring in the face of the first woman I fell in love with, and the next, I was getting calls about dead bodies dropping. I tried to call off the hit on Arie’s uncle, but before the day could end, he was already going up yonder, and Arie had been ghost. It’s been six days since I’ve seen her. She hadn’t answered my calls or texts, but I was sure I’d be getting a visit from her real soon.
Currently, we were at the hideout trying to figure out how we were going to stop hurricane Arie from tearing shit up.
