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“You need to give me that spare key. You never know when my man want to take it up a notch and start coming over the house he pays all the bills at.” She smiled and I shook my head at her delusional ass.

“Bitch please.” I chuckled and took a seat next to her while placing my hand on her thick thigh. She looked at my hand like it was disgusting and I had to figure a way to get on her good side to get me some pussy.

“You know that nigga don’t want your fat ass. He got his eyes on that bitch Reaper.” I spat missing the fuck out of Reaper. I hate I took it too far by popping up on her and acting off anger. I had fucked that relationship off when I was working overtime on taking her virginity.

“Reaper fat too, though, so what the fuck you tryna say.” Her face grew red.

“Reaper is thick, she ain’t sloppy fat Katrina.” I gave her a knowing look. She wanted to hate on Mattea and I wasn’t having it.

“Fat and thick all that shit the same! If she wanted to be a model, she would be considered plus size.”

“Whatever it is Ream seems to like it.” I wanted to pick with her mind to see how she felt about Reaper and Ream becoming a thing. I didn’t want Ream hooking up with Reaper because I had hooked up with her first. I didn’t do all that giving head to her for nothing. I was working on being the one and only nigga buried inside of her.

“Yea whatever, since you’re here we need to discuss our kids Solace. They getting older and one day they are going to want to know who their real father is. Kalina will be twelve soon, she already starting to make small comments about how she doesn’t look like her father.”

“Those aren’t my fucking kids Kat, I mean biologically yes, but in reality, no. I have never spent time with them, I never plan on spending time with them. I have a wife and kids. I will never disappoint my real kids for two other kids that don’t even fuckin know me.” I spat, and I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. Katrina was just someone I liked to fuck on, back then the pussy used to be too good to pull the fuck out. When she kept the first kid against my wishes, I told her not to expect me to play daddy. The second kid came years later, and she didn’t care about me not acknowledging him because she was already on her knees sucking Ream dry.

“They not your kids, but you use them as an excuse to just pop up at my house whenever you want. You stare at their pictures every time you walk your black ass through the door.”

“Okay Katrina, maybe I do like seeing how big my seeds are growing. You know what, let’s just make it known that you’re my baby momma, that way Ream will back the fuck off of you. Matter of fact, I’ll call the nigga now.” I grabbed my phone as she started to panic and beg me not to say anything. Kat was easy to use manipulation on, especially when it came to Ream. She was so head over heels for him, that she wouldn’t stop at anything to get a piece of him. Now I had her where I wanted her. I leaned back on the couch and pulled my dick out.

“Handle this muthafucca if you don’t want me saying shit and hurry the fuck up.” I smiled as she said nothing. She stood up and pulled her gown off then straddled my lap.

Chapter Fifteen

HAKEEM

Walking into my house, I stepped out of my bloodstained Timberlands and left them at the front door. Stripping down to my boxers, I left everything there on top of the dirty boots. Sending off a text, I let my people know that my shit was ready to pick up. I had a hit that wasn’t that far. It was in Victorville, California about two hours away from L.A. Since Reaper was gone and Solace was claiming to have the stomach flu. I stayed on top of my immediate crew business. The guy that I was hired to assassin today had pissed a lot of people off when news got out to the family that he had been sleeping with his daughters and got one of them pregnant.

It was really some sick ass people in this world that didn’t deserve to live. I stepped under my multiple jet shower and hung my head allowing the water to beat down my body in every angle. I needed my hair braided badly I kept it wild and curly until I found another female to braid me up. The last broad I was fucking with got all in her feelings and blocked my ass. I thought about Lori and wanted to call her ass to come fuck with me for a little but thought against it. After staying in the shower for an hour-long, I felt clean and refreshed. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to go check if my dirty clothes had been picked up.

Like clockwork, everything was gone including the shoes. My mind went to Kachella’s pretty, crazy ass. I had been ignoring her and it was hard to do so. While I felt it was best to stay the hell away from her, I still missed seeing and talking to her. After getting dressed, I tried to call her, but her phone went straight to voicemail. I sat at the edge of my bed contemplating going up to the club to pop up on her just to make sure she was straight. I went to my closet to find some clothes to wear. I should have been trying to catch up on rest, I damn near went two days with no sleep.

After laying my clothes out on my bed, I checked my phone and saw I had a group text with a hundred numbers added to it. It was from Ream, and the text didn’t say anything but our 911 code numbers in case some shit had happened. Another text popped up saying warehouse tomorrow at three o’ clock pm. Some shit must’ve gone left if he was texting from a burner phone indicating that he wanted everyone to meet up at the warehouse. I smoked a blunt, took a couple of shots and made my way to the club.

I made it to the club at eleven thirty. The club was at capacity making it hard to make my way through the sea of people that had their focus on the stage. A skinny tall chick with body paint was at the top of the pole. From a good distance, I could see her shape kind of resembled Kachella. It couldn’t be her because this chick had a short-cut hairstyle, Kachella’s hair was long and wavy. Squinting my eyes to look a little harder, I started making my way closer to the stage.

All the caked-up makeup and body paint made it hard to make out if that was really Kachella. When the lights hit the woman’s face, I noticed her hair was a light pink color. Our eyes connected and it confirmed it was Kachella. What I didn’t expect was for her to practically fall down the pole from way up high and practically run to me. Jumping right into my arms and shaking harder than a feather she held on tight to my neck and sobbed.

“Please get me out of here Keem.” She felt like she weighed nothing and by her being in such a panic I did as she said ignoring the onlookers and pissed-off men as I carried her out of the club to my car. I dared anybody to stop me cause my gun was on me and I was ready for whatever. When I placed her in the passenger seat, I asked no questions. I didn’t give a fuck about the body paint that fucked up my two-thousand-dollar shirt. My focus was on her as she looked around frantically like she was running from someone. Whoever it was, I didn’t need to know the full detail. I had my mind made up I was going to kill somebody behind Kachella.

Jogging around to my driver’s side, I got in and started my car. I didn’t think twice about taking her to my house. On the way back to my place I wanted to pull over and console her so bad because she cried and sobbed so hard, I could feel that shit in my chest. I couldn’t make out her words as I bit my bottom lip to control my anger. Chella’s cheeks looked sunken, her face looked a little contorted, but it still didn’t take away the beauty I saw in her.

Pulling up to my crib I carried her in and headed straight to my bathroom. I ran her a hot bubble bath, then started the shower adjacent to my jacuzzi tub. She sat on the toilet biting her nails, I watched her intently and could tell she wasn’t herself. Walking up to her, I helped her stand up and took off her nipple stickers and G-string.

“I’m so sorry Keem.” She apologized, each tear that ran down her face I kissed away. She was moving me in a way that had my chest tightening. I wasn’t a soft ass nigga but watching her cry and shake like someone had harmed her beyond measures had a tear escaping my eye.

“Don’t be sorry Chella, I got you. We gone get through whatever it is. I’m gone hold you down baby.” I whispered while hugging her as tight as I could to make her feel secure.

“I’m dirty Ream.” She sobbed again, all I could do was lead her to the shower to wash off all the paint and makeup. While she stood under the shower, I turned on all the other jets and let them run all over her. I stepped out and undressed, I kept my boxers on out of respect. I didn’t want her to think I wanted something in return for helping her. I went to grab a bath towel and more liquid soap that my mom had left behind when she would come to visit me. Entering the shower, the body paint was still present but smeared.

“What made you get all this paint on your skin baby.” She turned around to face me and my stomach dropped as anger damn near took over my whole existence. The left side of her face was purple and blue. Her eye was still swollen.

“Who the fuck did this shit!” I roared. I couldn’t stop my jaw from clenching tight. Her eyes dropped as she gave me her back. I took a seat on the shower bench and told her to come here. When she turned to face me, she had a look of embarrassment. I put soap into the washcloth and remained silent. When I started to soap her body up and scrub, she winced out in pain when I got to certain areas on her body. Handing her another towel to wash the remainder makeup that still stuck to her eyes. She stepped back under the water. I watched as the paint started to wash off with the water. I told myself to stay calm and ease information out of Kachella, she was fragile, and I didn’t want to add to that. I looked at her naked body and allowed my head to drop. She had bruises and open cuts all over her like she had been tortured.

“Come here Kachella.” I said above a whisper, all I wanted to do right now was make it better for her. When she made it in front of me, I noticed blood seeping down between her thighs. She noticed where my attention was and went back under the shower water and spread her legs to wash the blood away.

“Tre made me take an abortion pill. He said he didn’t want a hoe-ass hard-headed bitch carrying his seed.” She laughed lightly with her back facing me. I noticed bite marks on her as cheeks before she turned back my way.