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I blinked through the blood trying to get a better vision of who the fuck would take me from my family. My heart stopped when he leaned in for me to see his face.

“You?”

This shit was unreal. There was no way that I was dying at the hands of this nigga. The bubbles were spilling out of my mouth.

“I can’t” I coughed up blood. “You, nigga?”

I was up the road from my house. So fuckin’ close. Kyenna was probably standing in the kitchen cursing my ass out because I was taking too long. She had no idea I wasn’t coming home.

“Sleep easy, nigga.”

CHAPTER 1

KYENNA KING

It was now after four in the morning and Rah still hadn’t brought his ass home. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. I let it go to voicemail.

“Rah, I promise on your kids, nigga. If you out doing some snake shit, I’ll go do my time.”

I hung up and dialed his number again. Nothing. I dialed it again. Nothing. Then I went to texting his ass.

Me: Babe

Me: Where tf you at?

Me: Rah don’t make me leave out of this house

Me: Rah quit playing

Even if Rah was busy, I never went unanswered. He would send a thumbs up on text if he wasn’t able to text me right back. My stomach was starting to knot up. He had never gotten home this late. I was starting to get irritated at this point. Going to his closet, I threw on one of his hoodies over my silk pajama set. I slipped on a pair of slides and grabbed my gun. He hated for me to go out late without him or security. I didn’t grab anything else but my keys and hopped in my car. I punched the gate code and waited as the gate slowly opened. Our driveway was long. He built it like this to give us time to set up all our security measures before any enemy had the time to make it to our front door.

I made the left turn because that led to the main road that was almost five miles away. Had I turned right, I would’ve been heading to my in-law’s estate, which was another three miles away from our house. Headlights were the first thing I saw when I got a few feet up the road. I smiled when I realized it was Rah’s truck.

“He’s so fucking stubborn,” I said as I pulled over.

I hit my horn and flashed my lights, but I didn’t get anything back. His driver side door was open so maybe his stupid ass had got out to piss. No, that would be dumb as fuck. My stomach was uneasy. I hopped out my car with my gun and slowly walked towards his truck. As I got closer, something was telling me to prepare myself. Then I saw the blood running and what appeared to be one of Rah’s custom guns he had made.

“Rah!” I screamed, seeing his head slumped.

I dropped to my knees and touched his face.

“Rah, please! Get the fuck up.”

He was cold, and his body was riddled with bullets. His eyes were still open.

“Baby, don’t do this. Please, I’m begging you.”

I looked for a pulse, knowing damn well he was gone. All I wanted was this to be a fucking dream. I started pressing on his wounds as if that would help. It wasn’t until I took a minute to look at his blood on my hands. Reality started hitting me hard. I ran back to my car and grabbed my phone. In this life, there were rules that we went by. I dialed one number.

“Pops,” I said.

“Kyenna?”

I started hyperventilating so I couldn’t talk.

“Come,” I said, breaking down. “Please come.”

“Where you at?”