Page 3 of Forbidden Love

“You think you the next head nigga in charge over Compton?” He sneered as the man cocked his gun to the side.

“Nigga stepping in territory that don’t belong to you?”

Ramsey didn’t say a word. I could hear his uneven breathing in front of me.

“I-I’m pretty sure this is a mis?—”

“Shut up, bitch! I’ll have all of my men bend yo lil thick ass over and run the longest train known to mankind on yo ass,” he stated as the men behind him snickered.

“Get down on your knees, boss man,” he ordered, taking one step closer.

“Ramsey,” I whispered.

Ramsey turned his head slightly, eyes meeting mine. Something passed between us, it felt too final and fragile. His deep-set eyes held sadness and regret. It looked like he wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words. Ramsey blinked his eyes, and just like that, his orbs was void of any emotion.

He dropped to his knees and kept his chin up as he faced the men in front of us.

“Any last words, bitch nigga?” The masked man asked.

“I love you forever, Yere?—”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

My scream never made it out of my throat as Ramsey’s body hit the floor hard, face first. I watched him twitch, seconds later there was no movement. My knees gave out beneath me. I collapsed, reaching out to him. The masked men swarmed around us like vultures. I could hear them pull open drawers, they let glass hit the tile floor.

“Snatch that bitch chain,” the tall one barked.

“And the earrings too! That’s Casper’s daughter, this bitch ass nigga thought he was doing it up big with her hoe ass. Anything y’all see shiny on that bitch, take it,” he ordered.

I tried to curl up but it was too late, they moved in and ripped the diamond necklace that Casper gave me on my twenty-first birthday. The chain sliced my skin with the clasp, my ears burned as they yanked the stud out.Real diamonds, baby girl; too grown for any lil girl…but just right for the future Queen.Casper’s voice echoed in my mind.

I didn’t move, didn’t have it in me to fight when all odds were against me. Compton niggas was different from L.A niggas. I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. I didn’t know how deep Ramsey was in the streets of Compton. I knew that most niggas feared him and that he was well respected. I tried to force myself to breathe through the storm of reality locked inside of me.

The men left the way they came, fast and full of power. Minutes later, I was still on the kitchen floor. I gathered the strength to crawl through Ramsey’s blood. I whispered his name over and over like it was enough to bring him back.

“Ramsey, baby, please. Pleaseee don’t do this.”

His eyes were open, lifeless; his mouth slightly parted like he had one more word left in him. I pressed my hand to his chest and waited to feel his heartbeat. In disbelief, I sat down. I maneuvered Ramsey until his head lay in my lap. I cradled him and rocked him back and forth in my arms as I stared into his eyes. The cops busted in with guns raised, followed by loud ass orders. All I could do was cry silently. I asked myself over and over, how would I ever overcome any of this?

Ramsey wasn’t perfect, but he was my first love. The first man that I gave my body to. There was so much that we were supposed to do together. He was my forever, and in seconds, he became my end.

Chapter 1

Sol

Two weeks later

“This nigga Casper gone end up killing this fool,” Fatz murmured under his breath.

I gave him a stern look and shook my head. Fatz was my youngest, spoiled brother that stayed glued to me like a shadow. Although the nigga worked my nerves, I had his front and back like he had mine. Me and Fatz had different mothers; my father took Fatz in when he was thirteen years old. Raft didn’t know that his baby momma had turned into a crackhead. She left Fatz to care of himself.

Fatz’ momma was a cold bitch, the type to keep a kid away if Raft didn’t want nothing to do with her. My mom was number one in Raft’s world, yet it didn’t stop him from having a whole flock of bitches right in front of her face. Fatz’ momma thought she had a one-up over Raft; she thought she could get to him by getting with a new man. That same new man turned her dumb ass out. Had her selling pussy two months after they got together, and shortly after, she was gone to a glass dick in her mouth.

As Fatz kept whispering and saying all kinds of shit about the niggas we was surrounded by, I sat still and quiet in the back of the warehouse with my legs slightly spread. My elbows rested onmy knees as I watched Casper eye a potential buyer like he had a disease.

Casper didn’t speak unless it mattered; every word that left his mouth had weight and was either laced with poison or power. You could see his disdain as he spoke to the buyer who flew in from Houston. The nigga talked too fast, the diamonds that he rocked told us that he was trying to sound bigger than he was. Casper wasn’t impressed, I was surprised he even took on the meeting.

Casper was in a position to not have these kind of sit downs anymore. His investments and money were damn near clean now. His right-hand man, Trigga, practically ran everything with an iron fist. I looked over at Trigga, he was a short stocky nigga with a permeant mean mug. Trigga leaned against the metal post away from everyone with a loaded MAC-11 strapped to his chest and a toothpick hanging between his lips.

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