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"You alright?" I asked following Tasia to her car after LeLe's bullshit. She looked back and smiled.

"I promise I've dealt with worst, I'm not moved by that bullshit." Tasia scoffed.

"Excuse me then," I laughed. "I don't mean to get in your business, but it seems to me like you're always picking the wrong type of dude."

Anastasia sighed as we approached her car, "I could say the same for you. How have you been? I wanted to say something that night since you seem to always come through for me, but... You know how that goes."

"Yeah," I replied swiping my nose with my thumb. I was tired of people bringing up the Porsha situation already. "I'm cool though. You know you think you know someone and they do some fuck shit and prove otherwise. What can you do?"

"Right, trust me, I understand completely." Anastasia sighed with tears building up in her eyes.

"Hey," I sighed pulling her into a hug. I couldn't miss the scent that clung to me upon releasing her.

"I'm sorry, it's my damn hormones! I'm just so tired ya know. It's like I can never get this shit right! I'm not even tripping off of Mike, I just have my own personal shit going on." Anastasia cried in my chest.

"It only breaks you if you let it. You can't let the bullshit break you Tasia, fuck it! I understand how you feel, shit look at my situation."

Tasia chuckled, "You remind me of an old man. It's hard to believe how young you really are."

"Age ain't got nothing to do with it. Anybody can drop a jewel. Even the drunk nigga on the corner will tell you something good. Whether you listen or not it's up to you."

"It's not good to take everyone's advice Zay."

"You're right. But if I'm telling you something good, you don't have to do exactly what I say, but flip it somehow to match your situation."

She smirked.

"What you keep smiling at?" I asked.

"Because, a minute ago you and I couldn't stand one another... Look at us now."

"Nah, I was too real for you, and your ass was too rude for me."

"Yeah, sorry about that. After putting up with a man's shit for so long a woman can become bitter and not even notice it. I guess that's me now, bitter Betty." Tasia chuckled as I opened her car door. The fresh scent of strawberries smacked me in the face.

"It's cool," I shrugged. Before I could say anything else gunshots rang out causing me to close her door and pull out my own pistol.

Looking behind me I saw pure chaos as everyone ran to wherever they thought was a safe place. This wasn't shit I wasn't used to. Looking back at Anastasia I saw a look of panic wash over her.

"Go!" I yelled over my shoulder before running back towards where we left. I didn't give a fuck what was going on, I wasn't leaving without Josh.

Pushing through the crowd, I ran looking around in panic. It was too many people moving at once for me to really see anything.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled out slowing down with the gun in my hand. Time just about stood still as I saw my nigga laid out on the ground.

My heartbeat thumped up against my chest as I approached Josh. I didn't know if he was dead or alive and I was almost afraid to find out. Running up beside him I drug him out the way so we wouldn't get trampled.

"Come on dude, wake up!" I yelled out smacking Josh's face and checking for wounds. I saw three dime sized holes and his shirt and my heart sink.

Pressing a finger to his neck I found a faint pulse before pulling out my phone and calling for help.

What the fuck happened, and where were them other niggas.
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I sat in the emergency room waiting area with my head in my hands still covered in my nigga's blood. It didn't take long for the paramedics to show, but Josh was in bad condition when they got there.

"Sir," a nurse called out causing me to lift my head and look in her direction. "The police are here and they would like to speak with you."

I groaned inwardly as the two cops approached me. One was a black woman, and the other was a fat white man. If this was anyone else I would have dipped out, but I couldn't leave Josh hanging.

"How are you sir? I'm detective Madison, and this is partner Fields. We'd like to have a word with you about what went on today." The woman spoke. I simply nodded in response.

"You got a name kid?" The man who I now knew as detective Fields spoke.

"David," I lied.

"Well David, you mind telling us what went on today?" Detective Madison chimed in. I shrugged.

"I can't really tell you anything. I was off speaking with a friend, gunshots rang out, and I spotted my other friend on the ground bleeding."

"So you were in the same spot as your friend when he got shot, but the bullets somehow missed you? Was the incident drug related? These types usually are." Fields asked. I shot him a mug. "Look kid, we're just trying to get all the details here."

"Well you're speaking to the wrong person. I didn't see shit, and I don't know shit. So instead of wasting your time here with me, maybe you should go out and do some actual police work."

"Alright," Madison butted in pulling out a card. "If you hear or think of anything else, here's my card. You can give me a call anytime." I nodded and slid the card in my pocket while watching them walk off. I hated fucking cops.

A young black man gets gunned down and without any evidence they automatically assume shit is drug related.

"ISAIAH," I heard from behind me. I looked up and saw a disheveled Amelia. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE'S JOSH? ZAY PLEASE DON'T TELL ME-"

"Calm down sis," I said hugging her tightly while breathing heavily trying to calm my own emotions.

"I just got him back Zay... I just got him back!"

"You gotta be strong Mel! You know Josh would want you to be strong. Now ain't the time to fall apart. Think about those babies. We gotta pray sis, come on." I stated leading Amelia to a separate corner. We sat down and I grabbed her hands. "Lord, I come to you as humbly as I know how. I know you see everything, and I know you're probably not too happy to hear from a nigga like me, but we really need you right now. I ask that you keep Josh covered and bring him out of this even stronger than before. I ask that you give us all the strength to endure whatever's coming our way and walk with us every step of the way. Amen."

After my prayer I sent Amelia to the restroom to clean her face.

"How is she?" Anastasia asked creeping up with red swollen eyes indicating that she too had been crying.

I shrugged, "I don't man, I'm just... I don't know." I sighed.

Everything was seemingly piling up on me. If it wasn't one thing, it was some more shit. I heard the saying that shit gets bad before it ever gets better, but damn.

"Can I give you a hug?" Tasia asked just above a whisper. I looked up at her lifting a brow. "I'm sorry, you just look like you could really use one. I know I can." I nodded in understanding before standing up. I pulled up my pants before walking into her open arms.

Anastasia squeezed me tight and I just let my chin rest on the top of her head with my eyes closed as I enhaled her feminine scent. She was right, I did need a hug.

"What the fuck is this shit?!"

I opened my eyes and a scowling Jason was standing there with the meanest mug like he was ready to kill something. Anastasia pulled away and rubbed her palms on her jeans.

"Ja-"

"Nah Tasia, I'm talking to this nigga! Fuck you all hugged up with my bitch for?!" Jason spat angrily cutting Anastasia off. I just shook my head and tried to walk off.

Jason pushed me back almost causing me to fall into the seats behind me.

"JASON STOP IT! I WAS JUST COMFORTING HIM, THAT IS HIS BEST FRIEND LAID UP BACK THERE!" Anastasia yelled. I wanted so bad to knock Jason's fucking top off, but I wouldn't dare disrespect Josh or Amelia like that.

"Bruh, on the real, now ain't the time or place!" I told him straight up. "You wanna see me, see me in the streets. I'm not about to do this here though."

Jason snatched Anastasia up by her arm roughly making me bite down on my jaw.

"You're screaming about comforting this nigga, but that's my muthafucking brother! Why the fuck I gotta hear from the streets about this shit?!" Jason yelled angrily. Amelia walked out of the restroom drying her hands.

"Really Jason?" Tasia spat jerking away. "Don't act like you're brother of the year or something. No one here knew you'd even care! If you weren't so busy being against him you'd know what was going on."

Smack!

Jason sent a slap across Anastasia's face causing her nose to bleed and causing me to deliver a punch across his face.

Here we were in the middle of the waiting room going blow for blow. Jason caught me in the side with a mean jab temporarily knocking the wind out of me. I shook back and connected with his jaw.

"STOP IT!" Amelia screamed out, but I was too heated to even care. I needed to get this shit off my chest.

This nigga was beyond disrespectful and he deserved every bit of this ass whooping. Like the bitch he was, Jason locked his arms around me attempting to slam me. I planted my feet and went to work on his body.
Security as well as the local cops came and did their best to break us apart.

"BITCH ASS NIGGA I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! THAT'S ON MY MAMA!" Jason yelled out once the cops pulled us apart and were placing us both in handcuffs.

I smirked and nodded as I saw that his nose and mouth was leaking, and his right eye was swelling up.

"Please don't do this," Amelia cried begging with the cops. "My husband was just shot and there was a misunderstanding." I felt bad once I noticed the look of horror etched across her face. I fucked up.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it's policy and we're gonna have to book them both." The officer holding me replied.

"It's alright sis, I apologize. Just make sure my nigga straight, I'll be good." I stated as I was being pulled away. Amelia nodded and Tasia shot me a glance. I winked at her to let her know it was all good. I was tired of that nigga disrespecting her.

Jason

"What the fuck took you so long to come and get me?!" I yelled once I slid in Kayla's passenger seat. I had been released an hour ago and her ass was just getting here.

"Excuse me?! How about thanks for coming to get me Kayla! You're so fucking disrespectful. I had a fucking doctor's appointment dumb ass!" She spat throwing a rolled blunt at me. I just sat back in my seat and lit up while she drove off.

I ended up having to spend a night in county after Zay's bitch ass called himself swinging on me. It was all good though, because he was definitely gonna see me again.

"Did you get that from Nigel like I asked you too?" I asked looking over at Kayla and releasing smoke from my lungs.

"Yes Jason! I'm not stupid!"

"No one said you were! I was asking a fucking question! Fuck is your problem?"

"YOU are my problem Jason! First you tell me you're done with this bitch, and next thing I know I'm picking you up from jail because you got into a fight behind her! I mean what's really up?" Kayla spat snaking her neck.

"First of all, calm the fuck down! Nobody was fighting over her. I told you that nigga swung on me and we started scrapping. Fuck was I supposed to do? Let him hit me and not do shit? Fuck that!"

"Whatever Jason! Let me find the fuck out! That's all I got to say."

I sucked my teeth before turning on the radio. I was tired of hearing Kayla's nagging, and I definitely didn't give a fuck about shit she was saying. All I knew was Anastasia had another thing coming if she thought she was bout to hug up with the next nigga while pregnant with my kid.

After a 45 minute ride we were finally pulling up to my place. Usually I wouldn't bring Kayla here out of respect for Anastasia, but since she was on some dumb shit, so was I.

"Come on." I stated once Kayla pulled up in my driveway. She didn't waste any time jumping out of the car.

"This is nice," Kayla stated following me inside. "But you could have at least removed the bitch's pictures if the two of you are no longer together."

"Shut the fuck up!" I spat over all her bitching. "Make yourself useful and find something to cook while I hop in the shower! Do that." I said making my way to the bathroom. I had to get that horrible ass jail stench off me.

I had yet to find out what was going on with my brother, and honestly I was worried. Not knowing if he was dead or alive had me feeling some type of way. On top of that, Anastasia was really showing her ass like I wouldn't kick her in it.

Shutting off the water I grabbed my towel from the rack and proceeded to dry off. Once I was satisfied, I wrapped it around my waist and left out of the bathroom.

"I don't smell no food!" I yelled out assuming Kayla was still in the kitchen.

"I came up with something else you could eat," she stated naked in my bed taking pictures.

"Oh yeah?" I asked dropping my towel and walking over to her. She wasted no time pulling my member and stroking it to life. My head fell back in pleasure once she swallowed me whole.

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After Kayla damn near sexed me into a coma, we both passed out and forgot all about eating. Rolling over and hearing my stomach grumbling was no surprise. I rolled my eyes once I noticed her still sleeping peacefully.

Kayla wouldn't cook for shit. That's one of the things that pissed me off about her. I knew she knew how, but she was too lazy and would rather spend my money instead.

Rolling over out of bed I stumbled to the bathroom and drained my bladder. Closing my eyes I rolled my neck around to release some of the stress in my shoulders.

I made a mental note to call the hospital and check on Josh. This shit was all bad and I had a feeling it was only gonna get crazier.

"Get out of your head." Kayla stated wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. She laid her head on my back as her hands found their way to my dick.

"You ain't had enough of him yet?" I asked bricking up as she moved her hands up and down.

"It's never enough," she moaned. "Let me use the bathroom and I'll handle that for you." I nodded before washing my hands and stepping out of the bathroom. My stomach growled loudly.

"Aye Kay," I yelled out. "Scratch that. Let's go grab some food first."

"Alright," she called back and flushed the toilet.

I pulled out some briefs and slipped them on before pulling on some black sweats, after that I grabbed some socks and a plain white v-neck. I slid my feet into my Jordan slides and was ready to go.

"Get dressed," I said looking over my shoulder and seeing Kayla back in bed.

"Give me a minute, my stomach is doing something." She frowned.

I thought it over for a minute before saying fuck it. She was already here anyways.

"Look, I'm hungry as shit. Just stay here and I'll go grab us some Chinese."

"You sure?" Kayla asked. "It only takes a few minutes to pass."

"You're good. Just call me if it gets worst."

"Okay babe, hurry back." Kayla sighed puckering up her lips. I planted a kiss on them and made my way to the door.

Kayla would be alright if she wasn't so damn territorial and hood. All that shit wasn't necessary. If her ass would cook and clean from time to time she'd be the real deal. I just couldn't take her serious enough to wife her. Tasia was in the kitchen faithfully.

"Yo?" I clicked my Bluetooth icon while cruising down the street.

"My nigga, my nigga!" Nigel yelled out. "What up man? You get that package?" I had totally forgotten about the money I had Kayla grab for me.

"Not yet, been getting settled in. What's the count though?"

"Hundred racks. Choppa was real pleased man. Aye, he may even up our shipment."

"Damn, you say that like he wasn't pulling shit in before. Choppa ain't used to putting up numbers?" I asked curiously. A hundred thousand wasn't shit to a boss nigga. This conversation alone had me second guessing my move.

"Shit, I don't know." Nigel laughed. "What's up with you though man? Fuck you end up in the slammer?" He joked changing the subject.

"Some ole bullshit," I sighed pulling up to the Chinese restaurant. "But aye, lemme hit you back in a little bit."

"Aite." Nigel replied before I hung up.

China Town was the Hood's favorite restaurant and there was always a crowd of people hanging around outside, today was no different. I walked up slapping fives with a few niggas before waving at, and hugging a couple of the chicks.

"What up Jay?" Lele ole gutta ass called out as I walked pass her table.

I backed up and sat in front of her. Lele was always in some shit and stayed running down on a bitch. She was pretty as hell, but that ghetto shit was a turn off.

"What up Le? What you round here getting into now?" I smiled.

"Oh I'm coolin, you got the gram goin up though." Lele laughed looking in her phone.

"What?"

"Nigga your girls on Instagram goin at it, here." Lele passed me her phone and I felt my temperature rise.

Kayla's messy ass posted a picture of her naked in mine and Tasia's bed! Not only that, but someone tagged Anastasia in it and they were going at it. The last thing I read was Anastasia telling Kayla to keep that same energy when she pulled up.

"Man shit," I spat jumping up and handing Le her phone back, "These bitches gon have me

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