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Litty dropped his location, and I knew exactly where to go. “Too late.”

I hopped on my bike and peeled the fuck off. I didn’t bother putting on any safety gear, that was how hot a nigga was. We were having issues but damn. I didn’t think we were at odds that bad to where she would kill a nigga baby.

My plan was to marry her pretty ass before she gave birth to a nigga kid, but the family came first. The order didn’t matter at this point ‘cause both was happening regardless. My name and my kid were both gon’ be hers and anything else she wanted from me. She thought that shit she did a few weeks ago was breaking a nigga down, if she aborted my baby, that would’ve pushed me over the ledge.

Kids wasn’t on my bingo card for another few years, but I saw a future with Fade. I immediately envisioned all that shit from the first time that woman gave her body to me. Taking something away from me without knowing was stealing. She was robbing me of fatherhood, unconditional love, and more. I’d be damned if she made decisions for the both of us.

The clinic was near the downtown area, so the traffic had picked up. I bent every corner to get to her mean ass. She was taking something I could never get back. I didn’t give a fuck if I did create another one, this was my first and she was voluntarily snatching it from me. Knowing she was carrying my child would be the only thing stopping me from ringing her neck when I saw her.

My cell rang as I pulled into the parking lot. I parked right next to her shit. She had the nerve to be at the door with her shit. The protestors were outside doing they thing and little did they know, I was ‘bout to make sure didn’t nobody in that muthafucka get an abortion. I hopped off my bike with my gun in tow.

“Sir, save the innocent. These are human beings!”

“Oh, I’m ‘bout to save a lot. Give me a minute,” I said cocking my shit.

I walked in the building and spotted Litty immediately. When he seen how I was coming, he stood with a smile on his face and pulled his strap as well. He pointed to Fade, who was sitting on the other side of him with her back to the door. She didn’t have a clue as to what the fuck was ‘bout to happen.

“Sir, you can’t bring firearms in here,” the receptionist was quick on her feet. However, I didn’t give a fuck about none of that shit she was spitting.

I rounded the set of chairs and didn’t stop moving until I was squatted in front of Fade. I tapped her knee with my Glock gaining her attention. You could see the blood drain from herface when she realized it was me. I smirked once we locked eyes. I was probably the last person she expected to show up and rain on her fuckin’ parade.

“You got something you want to tell me, Mama?” I questioned. Steam was radiating from a nigga body as I tried not to empty my clip.

“Chrasmere, get that gun off me.”

“Get the fuck out this building, Fade, before I catch a body,” I warned her.

“Ha!I’m not doing shit. Go be with whoever you were with at your party and leave me alone. This ain’t got nothing to do with you.” She pointed to her stomach, and I felt as if God himself was holding me back.

Nodding, I stood and walked over to the receptionist. “Who she supposed to be seeing today?”

“Sir, I can’t tell you?—”

Aiming my shit at her head, her hands went flying in the air as she took a few steps back. She was shivering in her fuckin’ boots and all that mouth she had a minute ago was gone. “Look bitch, I’m losing my fuckin’ patience. Which doctor supposed to be killing my baby?”

“I-I can look and see if you g-give me a minute.” I gestured to the computer with my gun, and she quickly went to pecking. “What’s her name?”

“Kosha Jordan.”

“She’s scheduled with Dr. White.”

“Aye Litty, go get all them muthafuckas from the back. I need to let some shit be known ‘round this bitch.” Litty went to the door that led to the back and it was locked. He cocked his shit and the receptionist hit that button so fuckin’ fast I ain’t even have time to warn her for playing with me.

“Tuh. Clown,” Fade said and stood from her seat. She grabbed her purse and acted as if she was gon’ walk out. Today wasn’t the day to play with me and that went for everybody.

I let a shot off and it blew right pass her head. She hit the floor and screamed causing everyone else to do the same. The few that was at the door got up out this bitch quick. I guess they had more sense than the ones that stuck around. I’m sure this shit was very fuckin’ entertaining.

“See, when I told you to get the fuck out of here, you ain’t have no motion. Ain’t shit funny now, huh?” The door opened and all the staff from the back walked out with their hands in the air. I smiled and asked, “Which one of y’all muthafuckas is Dr. White?”

“I am. What’s this about?” he questioned. His face was beet red and nothing but fear settled in his eyes. My gun shifted and he became my new target.

“So, you was gon’ kill my baby? You was gon’ let my wife get on one of them fuck ass tables and kill a child that ain’t even met me yet? Muthafucka I should do yo’ shit in right now.” There wasn’t a marble in sight for a nigga. All my shit was lost. I was pissed and wanted every person folded that was ‘bout to be involved in the murder of my child.

“Sir, all I do is a job. The choice is always hers to make,” he said more frightened than he was a second ago.

“Nah, it ain’t her fuckin’ choice. That muthafucka ain’t had a choice in this shit since I put dick in her. Let me make myself clear ‘round this bitch. That’s mine and better not nan one of you muthafuckas touch her. I don’t give a fuck how many times she show up ‘round this muthafucka. You better play like Ray Charles and act like you don’t see her pretty ass. Get the fuck over here, Fade!”

She was still on the ground with her arms shielding her body. I walked over and helped her up as gently as I could. My child was still baking in this dumb muthafucka.

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