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“ W hat the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“Ma’am we are trying our best to get all the information we can. All I’m saying is she’s probably fine and just don’t want to talk to you guys while she’s on vacation,” the male officer said.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I’ll be filing a report on your ass. I’m sitting here telling you my sister is missing, and you think just because she took a fucking flight that she’s enjoying her life? Y’all are damn joke.”

“I’m sorry that my partner is being an asshole,” the female officer rolled her eyes at him. “I have all the information we need. All we need is a picture of her so we can get the information out the to the public.”

I gave Kani to Lucky as I walked to get my purse.

I had a picture of me and her that I kept in my wallet.

The tears almost fell when I pulled it out.

Something was wrong with my sister. Perc called me and told me that someone answered her phone, and he wasn’t sure if it was her or not.

I handed the picture to the female officer and walked them to the door.

“I’ll try everything I can to get this around the city. Someone knows at least who it was she was talking to. My sister went missing a few years ago and we still haven’t found her. My heart sympathizes with you.”

“Thank you. Please call me if you find out where that flight landed.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I closed the door and held my head down. The tears couldn’t stop flowing. Merci was supposed to be back a week ago and no one knew anything.

“You need to eat something,” Lucky told me.

“Please don’t touch me. You can leave now. I don’t even know why you here.”

“Yeah, let me get the fuck on before shit get worse between us.”

“Yeah, do that.” I took my son from him.

Lucky pushed me back, “He is going with me. You not even eating ‘round this bitch so it’s best he goes with me. I was here trying to help you with him while you sort this shit out, but I need to be checking on my brother. He needs someone too.”

It was clear that shit between Lucky and I was sour, and it was getting worse the more days went by, and Merci was gone.

I was supposed to start working this week but my focus was off so again, I had to cancel appointments again.

My clientele was dropping, and my life was too.

The only good thing going was my son and Capone at the moment.

I went to grab my phone to text Capone. I needed someone to talk to and he was the only one that would listen.

My phone started ringing as soon as the text went through.

“Pack you and the baby a bag and come spend the night with me.”

“I don’t have the baby but I’ll come through for a little bit.”

“My daughter here but it’s plenty room here for you. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Capone daughter wasn’t the biggest fan of mine, but she was respectful.

I almost changed my mind just so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable around her but being in the house was driving me crazy.

I packed a small bag, showered and headed to Capone’s house.

His daughter answered the door and stared at me.

“Can I come in?” She stepped aside to let me in. I wasn’t stranger to Capone’s house since we started talking.

“He in the kitchen,” she said with an attitude.

I walked to the kitchen to see him with an apron on. Now this was sexy. He was cooking and from the looks of it, it looked like he knew what he was doing.

“I knew you hadn’t eaten so I thought I would invite you over for dinner. We not on the level where I can come to your spot. That’s why I’m glad you texted me.”

“I don’t have an appetite.”

“You gotta eat something. I’m not taking no for an answer. I don’t care if it’s only one spoon.”

“I’m so worried. My business is failing for the first time in years, my personal life is a damn mess, and I feel like I’m barely making it.”

“Your business ain’t failing. Them niggas gon’ run back as soon as you open up shop. They mad right now but fuck them, take care of your family. What do you need me to do?”

“You’re doing enough.”

We ate and cuddled up in his bed to watch a movie. My phone went off a few times, but it was notifications that I ignored. Then his daughter started knocking on his door before she walked in.

“It’s some dude at the door that said he need to speak with his baby mama.”

“If that’s your nigga at my door where my daughter lays her head, it’s going to be a problem, and you can call this shit quits before it even gets started. You better hope not.”

I rolled my eyes as we both got out of the bed.

Lucky was crazy but not this goddamn crazy to show up to this man house.

As we headed to the living room, I prayed with each step I took that it wasn’t Lucky.

I smelled him before I made it to him. I was expecting to see my son with him, but he was alone which mad me a little scared.

He stood there rubbing his beard as he watched us approach.

“You real comfortable huh? No shoes on and shit. Nigga really got you feeling yourself,” Lucky looked me up and down.

“What do you want? How do you even know where the fuck I am?”

“I have my ways. The reason I came over here is to see how fuckin’ honest you are. You’ve been lying a lot lately and I wanted to get you and your man friend here together to see if you ready to be honest.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“Y’all can do this shit without me. I don’t do baby mama and baby daddy drama.”

“Nah, I think you wanna know this since you fuckin’ with her.”

Lucky pulled my pregnancy test out of his pocket and threw it towards my feet.

I had it hid so well and there was no way he could find it unless his ass was digging for something.

My son was only a few months old, and I was pregnant again.

Since I had my son, I slept with Lucky twice.

My appointment at the abortion clinic was already set up but this was about to put a halt to my plans.

“You mind explaining to me why you were hiding that? You planned on running off with this nigga and starting a family and take my son away from me.”

“Wait, we ain’t slept together. Our shit deeper than that. You know what, let me go get yo shit so you can get the fuck out my house. I told you not to bring this shit to my doorstep,” Capone stated.

I was so embarrassed as Lucky glared at me with a grin. Everything good I had going in my life was crumbling. Things between Lucky and I weren’t great, and I didn’t want to bring yet another child in the midst of our confusion. Capone dropped my bag at my feet.

“I told you beforehand I ain’t with it. Take yo baby daddy with you and get the fuck up out my crib.”

I picked up my bag and pregnancy test and walked out of Capone’s house with my head down. Lucky was right on my heels and stopped me before I could get in my car.

“You pregnant by me and you still came and laid up with this nigga? Tell me you not that fuckin’ grimy, dawg. I don’t know why I love you so much ‘cause you constantly doing hoe shit to me. Why the fuck did you hide this shit from me?”

“Because I don’t want another baby right now. Look at us. We argue all the time unless we are fucking. This shit you did tonight has really did for me.” I knocked his hand off my door and tried to get in but he pushed me back and slammed it shut.

“You wanna know what was the last straw for me? When you stole my goddamn dope and money then lied about it. You lied straight to my face and didn’t think I would find out about it. Because of you that nigga dead.”

My heart stopped beating for a second when he said that. Who the fuck was Lucky that nothing I did could be kept a secret?

“I’ll pay it back but it was either that or-.” He raised his hand to cut me off.

“That pussy ass nigga told me everything before I killed him. We fell in love way too fast, and I learned that I really don’t know you at all.”

“Are you judging me off my past? I’m sure you’ve done some shit too.”

“Never hurt the people that love me though, and that’s the difference between us. You free to go and do what the fuck you want but my kids, they belong to me so that means I gotta deal with your ass until I don’t have to anymore.”

“Move the fuck outta my way. Wherever my son at, go get him and bring him to me.”

When I walked in the house, all my shit was packed up and sitting outside on the lawn.

My other car was no longer parked, and my key didn’t work to the house.

I walked towards the other side of the house where Boogie had a small cottage build so he could stay on the property when Lucky needed him.

He was probably responsible for packing my shit up.

Balling my small fist up, I hit his door several times until he answered.

“Gone on Blessyn. I didn’t do this shit, and I tried to talk him out of doing but he fucked up in the head right now. It’s best for you to just get yo shit and go on before he gets here. When Lucky get crazy like this he don’t be thinking,” Boogie said through the closed door.

“This nigga putting me out of my shit? He wanna play these types of games with me? I’ve been good to him, and this is how he plays me?”

Boogie finally opened the door.

“Blessyn, both of y’all need to chill out and get y’all personal shit together.”

“Fuck you too Boogie. You know I ain’t did shit to deserve this.”

“In the streets, lying gets you nowhere. Always be honest with a street nigga. Lucky knows everything even when you think he don’t.”

I wiped my face as I made back around to the front of the house. The lights of Lucky’s truck shined in my face as I grabbed the first bag and dragged it towards my car. The nerve of his ass to put me out of our house. I wasn’t in a place mentally to deal with anything.

“So, you just gon’ throw yo shit in the car and leave?”

“Lucky, I cannot do this shit right now. You packed my things up. So yes, I’m leaving. I’m pregnant, my sister is missing and I don’t have shit right now. Arguing with you ain’t gon’ fix shit. Let me the fuck go and I’ll get rid of this baby. You’ll only have to worry about Kani.”

Lucky snatched the bag out of my and pushed me up against the car.

“Muthafucka, I don’t care what we got going on.

My kids don’t have anything to do with it.

I don’t have to ever touch your ass again but that baby growing inside of you belongs to me and I have a say.

Whatever you got planned you better change it. ”

I stared at him as the tears flowed from my eyes.

So many things ran through my mind. I wanted to slap him, spit on him or just plain out express to him how much I hated him at this moment.

Something in me kept attracting assholes.

For him to tell me he loved me and wanted his family, he wasn’t displaying it.

“Fine. Now move the fuck outta my way so I can get my shit away from your house,” I pushed him off me.