Page 14 of On Everything 2

"No, Hov, I swear I haven't been playing any games. Kairo showed up here and threatened me with a bunch of blackmail shit. He had dinner set up. He pretty much forced me to eat, and then all I remember is getting really fucking sleepy last night. Now we are here."

"That nigga drugged you or something?"

"I don't know, but I remember he gave me some wine.

I drank it to make myself feel more relaxed, and I'm just now waking up.

Last night, as soon as I got the chance, I wanted to leave here with you.

I just didn't know what to do. I'm sure you don't believe me, and I know how this all looks, but I promise, I did not want him here, and if we had sex, I. I did not want that at all."

Her voice cracked as she looked up at my face.

Bull shit doesn't get past me too easily, so I believe everything Ciara was saying about last night. That pussy nigga I just met seems like he would do some shit like that.

"Look, get up, get dressed, and I'm taking you away from here."

"Away to go where?"

"With me. I'm not playing these fucking games. Either you all in or I can walk out and leave you with this nigga."

She stood up from the bed, hiding behind the black comforter as if it were armor.

"But."

"But what?"

"The blackmail I mentioned earlier. He knows some fucked up shit about me, and I don't want it to get out."

Ciara wasn't looking at me eye to eye until I lifted her face with my index finger.

"Tell me what it is now, and I can promise that shit won't touch you one bit."

She dropped her head back into my chest, and I lifted it up again.

"It's, I just. I don't want you to look at me differently because of it."

"Ciara, if I'm telling you that you can be honest with me, I mean it. I wouldn't lead you a stray like that. Now what does he know so that I can make it disappear?"

She exhaled and then sat down on the bed with the covers over her body.

"Okay, so when we were teenagers, I was secretly pregnant, and I hid the pregnancy for months.

I'm not sure how far along I was, but I ended up having the baby in a fuckin alley, and he was stillborn.

Hov I was so scared, and I didn't know what to do so I got rid of his body without reporting that I had him.

I just feel like a monster knowing that I put my fucking baby in a box and sent him to the ocean.

Like, I don't know why I did that. He didn't deserve to be discarded like trash. "

I sat beside her and wrapped my arms around her body. She was trembling like shit, shaking like she was telling me she killed someone.

"Calm down. Don't cry over past mistakes that you can rewrite with your future. You were how old when that shit happened?"

"Seventeen."

"Exactly. A fuckin kid, so of course, the decisions you made back then, you won't agree with right now. Shit, the same goes for me. You know how many abortions I've paid for with bitches. Shit, I bet some of the kids weren't even mine, but I was never taking any chances."

She giggled a little bit while wiping tears away.

"So, what I'm saying is, fuck your past and fuck who he tells because they don't fucking matter either.

If you want to leave that nigga behind, I'll take you away from him, but that's only if you're ready to let him go.

Let me know now so that if you aren't, I can move on with my life.

On everything, I want to take you with me, but not if you don't want to go.”

She became silent, and I could tell she was pondering her thoughts for a good minute before she spoke.

"I'm ready to go. I'm done with liars and snakes."

"Alright none are allowed around me either, let's go."

She stood up from the bed this time, dropping the blanket to the floor.

There was a look of uncertainty on her face, but she still sucked that shit up and flaunted her sexy ass body like she knew it deserved to be.

I followed her across the room with my eyes until I already had her body memorized enough to daydream about when I'm not around her.

"I'll be waiting out here for you."

"Okay."

When I saw the two glasses they had drunk out of on the dining table, I went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a water bottle to fill it with the wine left in both glasses.

If there isn't some kind of substance in here, then I would begin to look at Ciara a little differently.

But if there were, I am coming back to the Bronx later to kill her ex-husband for spiking her fucking drink.

His wife is my bitch now, and that's the type of shit I refuse to let slide. I'll get my homie down at the 63rd precinct to test this shit as soon as possible.

Once Ciara got dressed, she walked out of the room with two suitcases in her hands.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, I am, but there is also one more thing I feel I need to tell you if we are about to be all in. I can't hold any secrets from you because I expect you not to do the same for me.

"Alright, go ahead."

"So, Kairo got a gun charge, and he was supposed to go away to prison for a long time, but he got out only after making a deal with the cops."

"What kind of deal?”

"To set you up. They want someone powerful in exchange for him."

"He thinks he's going to get me?”

I let out a hearty ass laugh that left Ciara's face shocked, and I didn't mean to scare her, but that shit was funny as fuck to me.

"Listen, you don't ever have to worry about no shit like that.

I have been in the drug game a long time, and there is a reason the cops haven't touched me.

They can't. I run a tight ship, and I have people looking out for me on the inside so that nothing will stick.

NYPD has been trying for years, but that's all they've been doing is trying.

So let him. But thank you for telling me. "

"You're welcome."

She still looked like she had something else running through her mind.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, I guess I just want to know if you will be doing something to him because of that or not."

"Ciara, if I do anything to him ever, you will never know because I'm not plaguing your mind with that bullshit. Now let me handle him and everything that you've told me today, and be at peace. That's what I'm here for."

"Okay. Thank you."

I got the luggage from her hand, and then we walked out of the apartment with my head on a swivel.

This Kairo nigga definitely has to get dealt with even more now, but I have to be smart about the shit since I've now learned that the nigga is working with the cops.

That means murdering him will take a little time, a little patience, but it will definitely happen.

Punching that nigga down wasn't enough for me.