Ever since Moni sent that text to Shawn, the two have been inseparable. They called, texted, and FaceTimed religiously. Never a day went by where they didn't speak to each other. They also made sure that once in a while they saw each other. And in each other's presence, they cherished every moment.

They never been intimate, and Shawn wasn't going to force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. If anything happened, it was gonna come naturally and not by force.

He was completely aware that Moni was a virgin, even though her mouth was not. It didn't bother him though, cause he knew that when the time came, she would hook him up with some bomb head.

He made sure that she had everything. From designer clothes and shoes to exquisite handbags for school, Moni had it. Shawn didn't mind the extra hustle or work he had to do; he wanted to make sure his girl was okay and well taken care of.

Today, he had to go take care of some business for his boss. Turns out that one of his employees named "Durk", was secretly plotting to kill him so that he could take over his business, considering that he was the next man in charge.

Although Shawn was the youngest kid in the game, he was the most responsible and reliable. The boss made Shawn do the task cause he knew he could and was always up to complete a mission, especially if it involved whacking some nigga he didn't really give a fuck about.

Shawn knew the nigga was a gook. As soon as he joined the business, he was always hyped to be around the merch and was always acting suspicious, especially around the other workers. It raised red flags; enough flags for the boss to come up with a mission to eliminate the nigga.

Later on in the day, Shawn staked out in front of Durk's house in an unmarked black car. He loved being assigned tasks like this; he felt like a detective.

Slightly rolling down the window, he noticed him stepping out of his house to go and check on the mailbox that was next to his door.

Not waiting any longer to make his move, Shawn slid his all black Ski Mask over his head and took his handgun from the gun compartment. He cocked it and concealed it in his waistband before exiting the vehicle.

He jogged over to the house and immediately took his gun out.

Turning around and noticing him, Durk's eyes widened in horror and he automatically put his hands up in a surrender.

Pointing the gun at him, Shawn instructed for him to get back inside the house with a head movement.

"Get back inside nigga," he spat as he continued holding the gun up. "Or I'll blow yo fuckin' brains out right now. I don't give a fuck."

Durk slowly backed into the house, his hands still up with Shawn following him.

With one hand, Shawn closed the door behind him. In the blink of an eye, he landed a punch to Durk's face, sending him crashing to the ground.

He proceeded to mercilessly beat the man's ass. Durk held up his hands trying to shield himself from Shawn's powerful punches but he was too strong.

"Yo, leave me alone mane," Durk guy pleaded and cried, as Shawn continued to rain punches until his face was no longer recognizable. "I ain't trying to do shit, I swear."

"Nawl, yo dumb ass wanted to play with fire, now you finna get burned," Shawn replied, stomping on his chest.

Durk laid there as blood began leaking from his mouth, nose, ears, and even his eyes. He knew that he was gonna get caught for his plan and suspicious activities, but he didn't know he was going to go out like this. Not in this brutal fashion.

Shawn soon stopped, breathing heavily as he then pointed the gun to Durk.

Durk knew his life was gonna end then and there; there was no sense in pleading for his life now.

"Any last words for' you die?" Shawn asked, placing his finger on the trigger.

"I fucked yo momma," Durk said cockily with a smile. "The bitch pussy was whack." Durk knew that Shawn's mother died a long time ago. Shawn had confided in his homeboys and co-workers about her death and they knew how he felt about it. The amount of disrespect that just occurred now caused Shawn to black out.

He gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger multiple times, riddling Durk's body with bullets until there was no more in his gun.

He then walked over to Durk's mangled corpse and kicked it repeatedly, staining his all black Timbs with blood.

"That's what the fuck you get fucking bitch ass nigga," he mumbled to himself, before leaving the scene.

~~

Shawn returned later to his crib to find his brother knocked out on the couch. His mouth was wide open and he had a bowl of cheese doodles laying on his chest.

"This nigga," he chuckled to himself before tapping his brother's leg.

Jon jolted up out of his sleep disoriented, falling to the ground. Shawn couldn't help but bust out in gut busting laughter.

"Fuck you do that for nigga?" Jon grumbled, rubbing his head then standing up to his feet.

"Yo ass was knocked the fuck out," Shawn replied, wiping a tear from his eye. "I just had to wake you up, you had shit on you too."

"I know, nigga," Jon answered. "I was watching some movies then I felt tired. But wassup?"

Shawn extended his hand to give his brother some dap. "Same old, Same old," he said nonchalantly. "When yo' lazy ass gonna start working?"

"I wanted to work with you," Jonathan said truthfully, dapping his brother back. "I wanna be doing some crazy shit, making hella bread, allat."

Shawn raised his eyebrows. As much as he loved his brother and obliged to help him with whatever, he couldn't let him do what he did. It was dangerous work. One mistake, and your life was taken. He didn't want to take the risk of putting his brother's life in danger like his was. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to Jon.

"I'll talk to my boss," Shawn lied.

Jon's eyes lit up. "Mane, thanks bro! I ain't gone let y'all down."

Shawn's phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug in it and pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The name "BOSS" appeared.

"Ayo, bro, let me take this phone call right quick," Shawn said, making his way towards his bedroom.

"Alright no problem."

Shawn locked the door then pressed the answer button.

"Is it done?" His boss asked on the other line, his voice boomed through the phone.

"It is boss, you know I never let you down," Shawn replied.

The boss chuckled. "I could always count on you. Tomorrow stop by, there's 20 grand waiting for you."

Shawn smiled, happy at the amount of pay he was going to receive tomorrow for his work.

"Ight boss, thanks," Shawn said before hanging the phone up.

He  quickly texted Moni soon after. He needed her to come through. Her presence was needed.

Daddy 💕💍:
Bae can you come thru tonight?

Moni responded back seconds later.

Wifey 👅❤️💦:
yeah bae im coming tonight

Elated, Shawn went to go clean himself up, getting ready to see Moni.

~~

After her hot shower, Moni lathered herself in her Shea butter body lotion and then applied deodorant. She wasn't going to Shawn's crib smelling stank. That's THE LAST THING she wanted to happen.

She slipped on her black and red pajama shorts and a black tank top. Moni didn't decide to wear a bra and panties. Usually when she slept, she didn't wear them.  She felt constricted and uncomfortable when she wore the two in her sleep, but without it she slept great.

She tied her hair up in a messy bun, slipping on her slippers and then grabbing her jacket and phone in the process.

Moni tip-toed past her snoring parents' room, not making a sound. They didn't know about her sneaking out late at night, and it didn't put fear into her heart. She knew her parents wouldn't understand, so she kept to herself.

She walked to the front door. Gently twisting the lock and knob, she slowly pushed the door open then went outside. Turning around, she pushed the door back, making sure not to make a sound. She didn't bother to lock it because she didn't have  a key.

Once outside, she called a Taxi to come and pick her up. She didn't have a car yet to go and see her nigga, so this was the second best option.

5 minutes later, a Taxi pulled up and stopped in front of her. The driver rolled his window down. He was a middle aged white man with no hair, yet a full brown beard. His brown eyes were dim.

"Hop in," he instructed. "I'll take you where you need to go."

Moni opened up the door in the back of the cab and sat in, buckling her seatbelt.