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I want the crown by any means. You already have it, which means we could be the power family I always wanted us to be. Adriana was the one who got away. To know that we created the nigga who is at the top made me want her even more. When we first got together, it ripped me apart to see that she wanted nothing to do with me. Then I found out she allowed you to run the streets, so maybe there’s still a chance for me. She is still fine as hell,” he said, glancing off as if thinking of her looks.

Hmph, let’s add delusional.

“My mother doesn’t know what I do, and I will never tell her.”

“You and I can do it together and leave her out. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” He said.

“Yeah, nah. That will never fucking happen.” As I said that, thinking that I’d gotten all the information I needed, Jourdan crept up behind Miller, shifting to his side to put her gun to his temple. He slightly turned his head to get a good look at her.

“Ahh. The wife. Congratulations, by the way. I looked her up, too. After all, she was shooting at me in the middle of the street,” he said as he continued to turn his head as much as she would allow to take her in.

“The beautiful daughter of Brian Washington, also known as The Lioness. That tidbit was hard to find, but it wasn’t hard to figure out that you sanctioned my hit,” he said. When the conversation was about me, Jourdan was the epitome of poise, but when Miller spoke her father’s name, I saw her resolve crumble. I needed her emotions to stay out of it. Especially when she’d been doing so well not to hold on to the grief that consumed her. Miller was holding a verbal grenade and had just pulled the pin.

“How do you know my father?” She asked.

“I worked under him in California. His time needed to end, so I made it happen,” he coolly said.

“You…You murdered my father,” I heard the crack in Jourdan’s voice.

Please stay with me, Baby.

It was enough for Miller to notice, and when he did, he took Jourdan, wrapping his arm around her neck and holding her gun to her head. I saw fucking red. He had my heart in his hands, and if he took her out, he’d better hope he could find a way to take me out too. But I wasn’t about to let either happen.

Jourdan, do you trust me, Baby?”

“Yes, without question, I love you, Stephon,” she said. When the words left her mouth, I flicked my wrist, making my throwing knife slide into my palm from under my shirt where it was tucked. Before he’d even realized, I’d thrown the knife; it was piercing through his wrist. Jourdan’s gun fell right back into her hands. When it did, she took her fist and punched straight up under his chin forcefully, causing his head to rear back. When it snapped back into place, I quickly pulled out and shot him in the head. When his body dropped, Jourdan let off two shots to his chest.

I rushed over to her, where she fell into my arms, sobbing and crying tears that I knew she’d been holding in since the day her father died.

“Is it over, Stephon?”

“Yeah, it’s over, Baby. Shhh. I got you. I will always have you.” I spoke into her ear.

“What about you? That was your father, and he said you also killed your brother.”

“I’m good, Baby. I didn’t know those people. The family I choose is thicker than blood. And that family is over everything, including you and Brice,” I said as I held her face.

“Did you just tell me you loved me?” I asked as she looked up and smiled.

“I did.” In that moment, nothing that had happened before her telling me mattered.

“I love you, too,” I said, pecking her lips.

“I’m not cleaning this up. Let’s go,” I said as I began to walk off; she didn’t immediately follow.

“That’s your daddy, Steph,” I shook my head.

“Too soon, Jourdan, too fucking soon. I can’t believe your ass just said that.” I began to walk away. I looked back at her and shook my head again.

Jourdan Nichelle Rockwell.

EPILOGUE

Stephon

Three Months Later

Iwas ready to see my wife on the beach, covered in that white sand I promised her. We were scheduled to be on the plane in five hours to start our honeymoon officially. This time, we were set to fly private. She wanted to go to Fiji, so I rented a private villa for the week. I planned to turn her every which way but loose the moment her toes hit the sand.

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