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“I won’t. I promise.” Then Moses leaned over and quickly kissed me.
“Then let’s do it.”
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“Where are you going?”
Felicia never learned her lesson. I think she was one of those broads that liked when a man put his hands on her. She had to get off on it or something. No matter how many times I smacked her around, she kept nagging me anyway.
“To mind my fucking business,” I spat as I walked out of the room.
I heard her smack her lips as I made my way towards the front door, but I knew that that was all she was going to do.
I walked out of the house, sneering at the fact that I had come in contact with so much cash within the last few months, just for it to be taken away from me by these stupid bitches. I was still on a hunt to get Aaliyah, and Solae was gonna get hers once I testified in court that her self-defense claim was bullshit.
My cell started to ring just as I climbed into the Mustang.
“Lavell, what’s the word,” I answered, turning the engineand pulling off. “You better tell me something good, motherfucker.”
“I found out where that nigga’s shit is.”
My eyebrow raised with interest. This was exactly the call I needed. “Word? Where?”
“His grandparents’ crib.”
My mouth started to salivate with greed as I sped through the West Side of the city towards the e-way. “How you know?”
“Some silly broad that was fucking with him heavy.”
“She know exactly where it’s at in the crib?”
“Yeah.”
“How you know the broad ain’t lyin’?”
“She pissed because she found out he had a woman the whole time. She was drunk running her mouth.”
“You got an address?”
“Fa sho.”
A menacing smile spread across my face as I finally hopped on the express way. Ever since I had offed Caine in front of him and Nell, their goofy asses had been at my beck and call, and the call was finding that one last lick to hit to putmeon, not them, little did they know. This square ass hustler, Kev, had been at the bar talking shit and throwing around a lot of cash. I knew from asking around the hood that he was selling some major weight, which meant that he had to have a stash spot somewhere.
And I wanted it all.
Once out south, I shot over to the parking lot of the Jewels on 87thand State. I was meeting Solae’s father there to pick up the kids. I hadn’t seen them since everything had gone down. Solaecalled herself keeping them from me, but I refused to let her take anything else from me. Seeing my kids had become more about taunting her than quality time with them.
Pulling into the parking lot, I spotted her father’s rusty ass van where he told me it would be. I pulled up beside him, but didn’t get out. Fuck that nigga. He and his wife had been telling everybody that Solae had stabbed me in self-defense, keeping up her lie. But I knew they knew it wasn’t the truth. I figured they all had conspired to get her off with that bullshit self-defense claim.
I blew the horn and within minutes, my shorties was climbing out of the van. I popped the locks and they both climbed into the backseat.
“What’s up, Dad?”
I looked through the rearview mirror and saw Elijah’s smile.
“What’s up, my dude?”
