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“ I need him the fuck outta there,” I dropped the bag on the desk of my lawyer.

“I’ll go see what kind of evidence they have.”

“Nigga ain’t no fuckin’ evidence. You know how the fuck we move; we don’t leave shit behind or undone. Find out who the fuck seen him and let me know.”

I slammed the door on my way out of my lawyer’s office.

My damn world was crumbling right before my eyes.

My mama was murdered, my wife wasn’t fucking with me, and my brother was locked up for killing Lexus ass finally.

I know how he moves so I know he didn’t leave shit behind that would incriminate him.

Someone saw his ass and I just needed to find out who it was so I can take care of it.

Blessyn and I hadn’t talked in two days, and it was time for me to at least go and check on her.

I gave her all the space she needed to think this shit through.

All that divorce talk she was talking wasn’t happening.

I wasn’t signing shit until I was able to explain myself.

After I parked, I walked to the door and noticed the locks had been changed.

I pulled my phone out to call her phone.

“Aye come answer this damn door. Why the fuck you got the locks changed?” I yelled into the phone.

“Because this is my house and I don’t want you here.”

“Come open the fuckin’ door, man.”

“I’m in the tub and I don’t plan on getting out any time soon.”

“Aight…aight muthafucka!”

I walked around to my hidden spot and kicked the wood in that she called herself putting up and walked through until I was coming through the kitchen.

Blessyn was playing with me. I wasn’t giving her a hard time at all.

I was being a gentleman and giving her the time she needed.

That wasn’t a reason to change the locks on some shit we had together.

I took the stairs up to our bedroom and walked in the bathroom where she was in a bubble bath with the music on.

“This what the fuck we on?” I leaned up against the bathroom counter.

“I’m over it. The only way for me to get over it is to not see you. When I don’t see you, I feel better. When you pop your ass up trying to play husband, it fucks with my mental.”

“You sitting in that damn tub like you Scarface or some shit but I’m dealing with some real shit in my life right now.”

“And I ain’t?” She mugged me.

“I’m not saying that but I’m not in the mood to fuckin play with you. As long as you’re my wife and you got my baby, I will check on you. You don’t have to fuckin’ like it.”

The doorbell interrupted me.

“Just in time,” Blessyn said.

I walked off to answer the door. The damn envelope gave it away. Before he could open his mouth, I snatched that bitch out of his hand.

“You’ve been served.”

“Fuck off my doorstep,” I said as I ripped the envelope open. I took the steps two at a time and rushed in the bathroom as Blessyn was wrapping a towel around herself. “You know I’m not signing this right?”

“If you think I’mma stay married to a muthafucka that killed my son and baby daddy, you got me fucked up.”

I snatched her ass up and made her look at me.

“Check this shit out and this the truth for your muthafuckin’ ass.

Khi and I had some street beef for a few years.

He made a promise that wherever he saw me at, it was on sight.

So much time had passed that I forgot about the nigga.

Perc and I was on the block one day and he rode by and spotted me.

Perc noticed him first, but I brushed the shit off because Khi was known to be a pussy ass nigga that was full of mouth.

He busted a U-turn down the road and came back busting randomly.

I hopped in my car and followed him to a bitch house.

Before he could get out the car good, I let off four shots.

I ran up on him to finish the job until I notice the little boy in the backseat choking on his blood.

Khi was dead already so I snatched your son out the car and rushed him to the hospital. ”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“You think you suffered alone with this shit. I don’t sleep at night, and I take goddamn meds for the shit I saw that day.

I would’ve traded my life for that damn little boy that day.

You pissed off with me, but you should be mad at your nigga for not protecting your son.

You never run up on a nigga with your child with you.

That let me know the nigga was more worried about his street cred than his flesh and blood.

I would never get into with a nigga with you or my son with me.

You can feel how the fuck you wanna feel ‘bout me but I ain’t a bad nigga.

Will I kill a bitch ass nigga for tryin’ me?

You fuckin’ right I will. Now you can take these divorce papers and shove them up your ass ‘cause I ain’t signing shit and I’ll pay whoever to prolong this shit until we get our shit together. ”

I didn’t give her time to say shit back to me.

I left and went to go and check on Merci for my brother.

He wasn’t worried about himself, he was worried about her, and he should’ve been.

Hopefully she had a different attitude than her sister because I wasn’t in the mood for the bullshit.

She was sitting up eating when I walked in the room. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“I guess you not the only one ‘round here killing kids and shit.”

“Not in the mood for your shit either. I’m only here for my brother. When they letting you out of here?”

“Oh, he had to send you to handle his business?”

“It ain’t like that.”

“Oh, it appears that way. He can’t even face me after what just happened to me. I just loss his daughter, and he send his fucking brother to see about me. What a fucking joke.”

I walked over to her bed and pushed her tray away. Getting close as I could to her face without it seeming like we were kissing; I snatched her by her gown.

“My fuckin’ brother is in jail for killin’ the bitch responsible for all this shit. Now while you sittin’ your ass up here pointing fuckin’ fingers and shit make sure you know what the fuck goin’ on. You and your sister got a problem with that. Now when are they letting you go home?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Cool, I’ll be here to get you.” I released her and walked away.

“Is he going to be okay.”

“I’m on the job. When I find out more, I’ll let you know.”

Now that I was home, I was able to look at the damn divorce papers that Blessyn had served.

I was still going to fight for my marriage.

I tore the papers up and threw them in the trash.

If she couldn’t think this through after I gave her my truth, then she ain’t meant to be my wife.

The fact she was carrying my first child, and I wasn’t there with her fucked with me but I had to stand ten toes down and deal with this shit.

Tomorrow, I was leaving the hotel and going to my other spot.

I swallowed the alcohol down and got my ass in the bed.