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  Mike-Mike lay on the couch knowing that he had caused more drama than he intended. He heard Nell’s room door close, and he sat up. He didn’t need to be bombarded with her questions right now. He needed answers of his own. He saw Nell’s phone on the table, so he picked it up. He knew the one person La-La wouldn’t ignore was Nell. Since she wouldn’t come to him, so they could talk, he would go to her ass. Mike-Mike smirked as he sent off the text message.

  Nell: Ma where did you go? I think we need to talk.

  Ma: I’m safe, that’s all you need to know right now.

  Nell: I have some questions. My daddy’s in the hospital. I need you right now

  Ma: He’ll be alright. That nigga’s head is as hard as limestone

  Nell: I need answers before he wakes up. Where are you?

  Ma: I’m at the Sheraton downtown. Write the questions down because I’m not gonna talk about this shit again. After this, it’s fuck that nigga. He’s yo daddy not mine.

  Mike-Mike smirked at the text message. He remembered a time when she would love calling him daddy. Now he was gonna have to settle for her begging for him not to kill her ass. That was just fine with him. He waited until he was sure that Nell was sleeping before taking her keys to her car and going to kill her mother.

  Nell woke up a few hours later to find her father and her car gone. After trashing the house and hoping that he hadn’t practically stolen her car to go do God knows what, she called Allen to come pick her up. Once she explained to him what happened, he told her to pack all she could because there was no telling what her father could be up to. She would be staying with him permanently or at least until they figure out what the hell was going on.

  La-La had smoked half a of pack of Kools while calling her sister, Laura, back to back. She needed answers to why Mike-Mike brought Laura into their conversation. There was no way Laura knew what she did twelve years ago. As far as La-La knew, no one knew anything but her and the detective. A tear fell from her eyes as she thought about the detective that she was supposed to run away with. It would be just her luck that a month and a half after Mike-Mike was sentenced, he was killed in the line of duty.

  She shook her head at the fact that she even fell in love with the detective investigating her man in the first place. Neither one of them expected it to happen, but when it did, the connection was so strong that they couldn’t ignore it if they tried. She went in her wallet and pulled out the picture of them on one of their dates. Missing him had taken a toll on her over the years. He was everything she wanted Mike-Mike to be. They would go on dates. He would send flowers. Both of his parents were dead, so to show La-La that he was serious about wanting to be with her, he took her to their gravesite to introduce them to her. She knew then that she had chosen the right one. The one thing she didn’t know was that the lord wanted him just as much as she did.

  A knock on the door brought her out of her trip down memory lane. Putting out her cigarette and clearing her face of the moisture that coated it, La-La took a deep breath before she opened the door.

  Opening the door without looking would be another mistake in her life. Just that quickly, she wasn’t greeted by her confused daughter. Instead, she was greeted by a large hand that wrapped around her neck, and the angry eyes of the man she thought would never be free to roam the city again.

  “Surprise, bitch,” he said as he pushed her by her neck into the room.

  Kicking the door closed, he looked around the room to see if anyone else was there. La-La scratched and pulled at his hand, trying to free herself to no avail. He had a death grip on her and death in his eyes.

  “You stupid bitch. I did every fucking thing for you. That wasn’t good enough for you, huh? Ungrateful motherfuckers like you make my ass itch. Tell me what you did,” he said just before slapping her so hard that she hit the table then the floor.

  The items on the table fell to the floor, and La-La used all the strength she could to try to get the picture off the floor. Mike-Mike didn’t know what she was going for, but he stepped on her hand with all the force he had.

  “Ahhhhhh,” La-La screamed out in pain.

  Mike-Mike picked up what he thought was a piece of paper, only to flip it over and see that it was a photo of her and the detective who locked him away. He paused and looked from the photo to La-La.

  “I should kill your ass, bitch,” he said as he kicked her in the face. “You fucking sold me out for some detective dick. Well, guess what? I had that nigga killed as my parting gift. Did you like it?” he asked with a sinister smile on his face.

  “You killed him? How could you do that to him? He loved me,” La-La argued from the floor.

  “He loved his wife more,” Mike-Mike said and smirked at the expression on her face when she realized what he said.

  “He wasn’t married. You’re a liar!” she screamed.

  “Am I? He played you just so you could turn on me like you did. I figured you were the one who turned, but I didn’t have proof until your backstabbing ass sister came to see me. You two bitches are so worried about the other finding happiness that you would sell each other out to the devil just to keep each other miserable,” he told her as he shook his head.

  “She didn’t…” La-La said.

  “Then how in the fuck did I get my walking papers? Explain that to me since you know it all with your dumb ass,” he said.

  Mike-Mike could see La-La’s mind working overtime to find a solution other than her sister selling her out. As the realization hit her, she sobbed harder and harder. She didn’t remember telling her sister or anyone else what she had done, but she would figure all that out if she got out of there alive.

  “Hey, bitch,” Mike-Mike said as he threw the black ashtray that was on the floor at La-La’s head.

  Once the ashtray hit her in the head, La-La glared at Mike, showing how much she wanted to kill him herself.

  “If you’re gonna kill me then go ’head and do it. What the hell are you waiting on?” she, asked trying to get under his skin.

  “Why would I do that easy shit? Ain’t no fun in killing you and holding my daughter as she cries because your flawed ass is dead. I’m not gonna kill you, but I can promise you that your life will be a living hell until I get tired of making it that way,” he said with a smile. He saw her head go down, and he stood to his feet. “Don’t be sad, baby mama. Look at it this way. As long as you do what I say when I say it, you’ll live to see another day. Oh yeah, if you tell my daughter or anybody else, I will kill you where you stand. There’s nothing worse than an ungrateful, disloyal motherfucker. Thanks for the hotel room too, by the way. How long are we staying here?” he asked.

  “Two weeks,” she mumbled.

  “Cool, I’ll take the bed, you can sleep wherever,” he told her as he walked to the bedroom.

  A few minutes later, a pillow came flying into the room and landed on the floor.

  “How the hell am I gonna get out of this shit?” La-La said to herself.

  5

  Murder was finally going home from the hospital. For two days that he was there, he avoided talking about the night he got shot or who he saw with the gun. He knew that Lawrynn wanted to ask him about it but was glad she never did. Telling her that it was her mother who had shot him was not what he wanted to do. He hoped there was another shooter somewhere that he didn’t see. If there wasn’t, he was definitely going to kill Laura. It didn’t matter who she was to him.

  “Maurice, what are you thinking about? The nurse has been standing here with the wheelchair for five minutes already. Don’t tell me you want to stay another day,” Lawrynn said and laughed.

  “Nah, just some things on my mind. That’s all, beautiful,” Murder said as he got up to sit in the wheelchair.

  There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with his legs, but he understood that it was hospital policy for him to ride in the stupid ass chair, so he did. He looked in the bag that had his clothes in it from the night he got shot and stuck his hand in his pan
ts pocket, looking for the box with the ring in it. He took it out and held it in his hand as he got in the car.

  Watching as Lawrynn walked around to the driver side, he smiled at her.

  “Are you ready, baby?” she asked.

  He took the opened box with the ring and extended it in her direction.

  “That depends on if you are. I had a whole cheesy ass speech prepared and everything. I was supposed to propose to you the night of your party, but that got all fucked up, and I want to apologize for that. It still don’t change the fact that I need you to be my wife. I knew you were different the first time we touched on the dance floor. Shit went down with us the way it did for a reason. We both needed to see that without each other, any other relationship isn’t going to work. I wasn’t in one technically, but you were the only one I wanted to take that step with anyway, so a nigga like me had to wait. Now you being my girl isn’t enough anymore. Law Baby, will you marry my ass, please?” Murder asked.

  Lawrynn was sitting in the driver’s seat with the door still open. Tears streamed down her face, and then she started giggling out of nowhere.

  “I know you’re not laughing at me, man. Come on, Lawrynn, answer my question. You crazy ass girl,” Murder said as he looked at her and mused about how beautiful she was. This wasn’t the first time he had gotten a chance to really look at her, but his heart was damn sure beating hard and fast like it was.

  “Yes, Maurice, I’ll marry you,” she answered with a giggle. “It’s hard to believe that I used to be scared of you,” she said, shaking her head at the thought.

  “Start the car, man. You were never scared of my ass. You were just scared this dick was gonna turn your life upside down,” Murder told her.

  It bothered him that she had even said that to him. This wasn’t the time to discuss it, so he left it alone for now. They were going to discuss it later for damn sure.

  “Who shot you?” Lawrynn asked out of nowhere.

  “I’m not sure. I think I know, but, I don’t want to say anything until I know for sure,” he told her, only withholding what he felt was necessary.

  “I know you know, Maurice. When you feel like you can tell me, I’ll be here to hear it. I don’t ever want to feel like I did that night again. Seeing you with blood all over you made me feel like I was having a heart attack. I love you, Maurice, with all my heart,” she told him.

  “You got all of me, babygirl, never forget that. If I hold something from you, it won’t be for long, and there’s always a reason.”

  Murder knew that she either had an idea of who shot him or maybe she knew and was just waiting for him to tell her. He would tell her eventually, just not today.

  “Did Pain come see you in the hospital or even call?” Lawrynn asked.

  “Nah, but I’m gonna hit him up once I get settled.”

  “Was he the one?”

  “You’re not gonna let it go, are you? No, it wasn’t him,” he said.

  He knew that had been the point of her asking about Pain in the first place. She never brought him up anymore, so he knew there was more to it. He remembered bits and pieces of her fussing with Pain, but he was going to discuss that with him and not her.

  “I’ll let it go for now. Is anyone coming over today, or is it gonna be just us?” Lawrynn asked him.

  “What do you want? It’s all on you. If you want to have a house full of people, I’m with it. If you just want it to be us, then I’m with that too,” he said as he looked out the window.

  “I think we should chill with each other for tonight. We just got engaged. Let’s relax and celebrate,” Lawrynn suggested.

  “Sounds like you gonna do a lot of riding. You know I can’t pick you up and shit like I usually do. You might have to smack your own ass for a while,” he said and laughed.

  “You can’t get nasty just yet. You need to wait a few days before we get into all that,” she told him.

  Murder chose to stay quiet instead of going back and forth with her. They pulled into the driveway of the house, and to their surprise, Pain was sitting on the trunk of his car waiting for them to arrive.

  “Welcome home, nigga,” Pain said as Murder got out of the car.

  Lawrynn slammed her door harder than usual just because she could. Murder gave her a look, letting her know not to start no shit, so she went in the house and slammed the front door.

  “She’ll be alright. What’s up with you?” Murder asked. He knew that Pain would eventually come, but this was kind of soon.

  “I had to come check you out. I know we’ve got our shit, but I didn’t shoot your ass. I tried to tell Lawrynn that, but she wasn’t hearing my black ass at all. I did see Laura hauling ass from the club, though,” Pain said.

  Pain wondered if Murder was gonna tell him that she was the one who shot him. During the time that Murder was in the hospital, Pain had gone over that night numerous times.

  Murder looked around before responding to Pain’s hidden question.

  “Yeah, she better still be running. I just need to find out what the hell was in her head. It doesn’t make sense to shoot me, especially if you not gonna kill me. She has to know I’m coming for her,” Murder revealed.

  “Does Lawrynn know?” Pain asked.

  “Fuck if I know. I haven’t told her, but I think she has an idea. It wasn’t like they were fucking with each other, so she didn’t need to be there. The only thing that’s bothering me is how the hell did they know about the party in the first place,” Murder said.

  “They have so many secrets, they might know where the hell Tupac’s ass is, and we’ll never know. I never knew about all the shit that’s been coming out,” Pain said, shaking his head.

  “You need to come in the house and relax. I’m saying, you just got out of the hospital. Whatever he wanted can wait a little longer. Your health matters more than anything he has to say, Maurice,” Lawrynn yelled from the front door.

  They both started laughing because they knew the drill.

  “Let me get my ass in the house before I have to kill this damn girl. If you find out anything, hit me up. I don’t think I’ll be able to move like I need to until next week,” Murder said and gave Pain some dap.

  “Yeah, I hear that shit,” Pain said. He looked up at Lawrynn and smiled. “Aite, Lawrynn, take care of my boy for me. The streets need him at one hundred percent,” he said just to fuck with her.

  “Go run a red light on your way home and get hit by a Brinks money truck,” Lawrynn replied before closing the door.

  “When she slaps the shit out of you, don’t hit her back. If you do, I’m gonna have to fuck you up.” Murder laughed before he went in the house behind Lawrynn.

  He shut the door and turned around to face a pissed off Lawrynn.

  “When were you gonna tell me that my mother shot you?” she asked.

  Murder shook his head because he knew they would be arguing instead of fucking.

  “When I found out why the fuck she did it. She didn’t have any business there in the first place. Then, your uncle or whoever the fuck he is shouldn’t have been there either,” he answered.

  “Who cares about the why? The point is, she had the gun, and you got the bullet. Nothing else needs to be discussed,” she argued.

  “Okay, Lawrynn. You know I never move off emotion alone, so this ain’t gonna be no different. That’s your mama, and I get it, but if she was aiming for me or you, her ass is dead,” Murder told Lawrynn before walking back to their room.

  6

  Nikki sat in her cell mad at everyone but herself. She was angry that Pain had put cameras in the house without letting her know. He should have told her since she was staying there with him. Then, there was Murder, who in her mind was still using Lawrynn to get back at her. Figuring that she was the one who Murder really wanted, Nikki knew she would have to figure out a way to get in touch with him, so he could come see her. She was sure to put his name on her visitor’s list along with her aunties.

  Her
aunties hadn’t come to see her since she had been locked away. She even tried to call Laura but there was no answer. Nikki stood up and started pacing in her cell. She had to get out of there one way or another.

  “Oh, you think you’re too good to come out and chill with the rest of us?” her cellmate, Bertha, asked.

  Bertha’s given name was Maxine, but after she got locked up for attempted murder of her boyfriend six years ago, she had been called Bertha by the other inmates She was six feet two and a solid three hundred pounds. She was a full-blown lesbian and an extremely aggressive one at that. Bertha was used to getting who and what she wanted, which included a few of the female guards.

  “Girl, bye with that bullshit. I’m trying to figure out a way to get out of here and get my man,” Nikki said and rolled her eyes.

  “What, man? Word around here is your man left your ass in here high and dry. So, what damn man are you talking about?” Bertha said and shook her head.

  Bertha had seen so many girls come in there for so many different reasons, but they were all tied to man who never wanted them in the first place. Nikki was just another one who assumed her man would come rescue her from being in jail and on her way to prison. It was sad how all the women came in there hoping and wishing for the same damn fantasy.

  “It’s not like your jail bird ass would even know who I was talking about,” Nikki said.

  “You never know who I know. What’s the matter with telling me his name? Just tell me who it is,” Bertha said.

  “Murder, his name is Murder,” Nikki said, still pacing.

  Bertha looked at Nikki sideways before deciding on what to say.