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“Everything good, fam?” Keisha asked the second she opened the door and noticed the expression on Gutty’s face.

But a tall, slinky gunman wearing dark glasses and a hoodie covering his head made it clear that everything was far from good. He forced Gutty inside the room with a pistol pressed in his back. “Keep your hands were I can see ‘em, bitch, or I’ma pop ya cap.” The gunman spoke with a strong southern accent.

Glad I grabbed the burner!
Keisha did as she was told. She held her hands up, nervously pretending to be harmless and afraid.

Gutty was disappointed that he had gotten caught slippin’ without his pistol. He shifted in defiance as he looking at Keisha sympathetically. “I told you two knocks, Lady G -”

“Shut up!” The gunman pushed his gun deeper into Gutty’s back.

Keisha provided Gutty a quick, sly, glance to show that she was on top of things, and then quickly fell back into the defenseless mode she was portraying. With her hands up, Keisha cried, “We have plenty of money and jewelry! Please don’t kill us -”

“Both of y’all on your knees now!” the gunman ordered. “Where the work at? I seen them Cali plates. I know what’s up, and I want all the dope and the money now. Any fast ones and I’m capping you and ya bitch,” the gunman told Gutty, assuming they were a couple.

Keisha cried, “We don’t have no dope, but I have money and jewelry in the Gucci bag.” Keisha intentionally pointed to the wrong bag. It was full of clothes. The gunman turned his back with his gun still
aimed at them. Keisha
swiftly pulled the heat from in between her thighs and then aimed it at the gunman.

“This bag right here?” The gunman grabbed the Gucci bag with dollar signs in his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s the one, muthafucka!” Keisha replied and then sent four bullets ripping through the gunman’s torso. Keisha rose to her feet. “I keep a silencer on my bitch, bitch!”
She walked over and stood over the gunman’s seizing body and then released one last shot into his face. “R.I.P., jack boy.”

Gutty stood behind Keisha and promised that he’d never put her in such a situation again. “I left my burner in the truck. I thought we was good here, but -”

Keisha turned to Gutty, completely stone-faced, emotionless, yet disappointed. “There are no buts, loved one. That could have been our lives. See to it that it never happens again.”

“Point made and understood, Lady G,” Gutty replied.

“Good.” Keisha removed the towel from her body, quickly dressed, and then began to gather her things. “We have to get rid of that body and get the hell out of Dodge.”

 

Cameron

Life seemed to change overnight for Cameron and his wife, Monique, since the baby had been placed on their doorstep. Monique tried to get Cameron to involve Child Services to pick the baby up, but Cameron’s only resolution to the situation was to keep the baby and raise him as their own. At first, Monique thought Cameron had gone completely insane until she began to notice the striking resemblance that the baby boy shared with her and Cameron’s son.
This baby is his,
Monique convinced herself.
But by who?
she pondered. Then it came that her that the baby was his and Keisha’s.

Cameron was outside fixing his low-rider with his O.G. Big Homeboy. Monique sat down in the kitchen and decided to confront Cameron the moment he walked through the door.

While waiting for Cameron to come inside, Monique drove herself into a mental frenzy. Cussing Cameron out loudly, she flew up the stairs and packed some of hers and her son’s belongings. Monique wanted the truth, and just in case Cameron didn’t give it to her, she wanted to be prepared to leave his ass. Monique dragged the luggage down the stairs and then placed it beside the couch. She then went back up the stairs, strapped her sleeping son into his car seat, carried him down the stairs, and then carefully placed him on the couch.

Dragging back into the kitchen, Monique poured herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves.
I knew his ass cheated on me and fucked that bitch, and now they have a baby together, and he tries to pull this
over my head. What type of fool do this man think I am?
Monique sipped and wrecked her nerves until night began to fall.

Two hours later, C
ameron walked through the door with oil stains on his shirt. Tired, he went inside the refrigerator for a bottled water. He was dehydrated from drinking beer all day.

Monique stood up from the table where she had been babysitting a glass of wine. Standing in the dark, she startled Cameron. Monique’s eyes were so heavy that Monique was barely able to keep them open. The responsibility of caring for two children was taking its toll on her.

Cameron flipped the kitchen lights on. “Why you sitting in the dark, Nique? You alright?”

Immediately, Monique began to repeatedly shake her head no, and then she started to cry. “I’m tired…really, really tired, Cam. I can’t keep doing this…”

“I know, baby.” Cameron rushed over to hold his wife. He knew the babies were taking a toll on her. “I’ma get a babysitter to come help you with the babies during the day so you can get your rest. I know this isn’t an easy for you,” Cameron empathized, offering a quick resolution.

“No!” Monique pushed him off of her. Fed up, she began to yell,
causing her baby in the next room to cry. “The lies, Camero
n. The lies…I can’t do it anymore. Tell me the truth! Is that baby yours and Keisha’s son?” Monique’s voice reeked of pain and despair.

How the fuck did she find out?
Cameron was speechless. He knew that he should tell the truth, but he couldn’t. Cameron shook his head no as he came up with a lie. “Look, I should have just told you the truth, baby. Listen,” he sighed. “My homeboy’s wife wanted to put their baby up for adoption. He couldn’t bear it, so he asked me to keep him until he gets on his feet, and that’s the truth, baby,” Cameron lied terribly.

Disappointed, Monique wiped her tears, frowning. “That’s bullshit!” She stepped away from Cameron. “Until you’re ready to tell me the truth and get rid of that baby, me and you are done!” Monique stormed into the living room, grabbed her baby with one hand, rolled her suitcase with the other hand, and then started to the door. “I’ll be at my parent’s house. Keisha played you for a fool, but I won’t continue to let you to play me for one no matter how much I love you.” Monique left out the door.

Cameron wanted to go after his wife, profess his love, and tell her the truth, but he felt like he had blocks of cement attached to his feet and he couldn’t move. Monique was a wonderful person, a committed and devoted wife.
How the fuck do I tell her the truth without hurting her, losing her, and putting my son’s life at stake?
he pondered. Cameron quickly started toward the door, hearing his wife start her car up. As he reached the door, the sound of his son crying in the nursery stopped him mid-stride. He looked back in the direction of the nursery and then opened the door and yelled out for Monique to come back. When she didn’t stop, Cameron grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and then called Monique as he made his way to the nursery to his crying son. In the room, Cameron picked his son up and began rocking him in his arms to quiet him as he waited for his wife to answer the phone. His son continued to cry and Monique kept forwarding him to voicemail. Frustrated, Cameron left her a voice message. “Hit me back ASAP or I’m coming to your pare
nts’ house on one. I’
m not playing, Nique. Bring yo’ ass back home”! He disconnected the call and then checked to see if his son was wet or hungry.

After changing his son’s diaper, Cameron carried him to the kitchen and then followed the instructions on the baby formula to make his son a bottle of milk. As he fed him, he continued to call Monique, but to no avail,
and he was pissed.
When Cameron finally got his son back to sleep, he packed a diaper bag so that he could drop his son off at his mother’s house and he could go after Monique. His mother Teresa was the only person that he had confided in about his son, and although she was devastated about the situation, she assured Cameron that his secret was safe with her.

“Come on, son, I hope you haven’t lost that girl. She’s a good woman,” his mother told him before he ended the call.

When Cameron pulled up at his mother’s house, he carefully carried his son up the driveway, jogged up the stairs to the porch, and then quickly let himself in with his spare key. His mother met him at the door. She had just gotten off a call with Monique before Cameron arrived. Monique was crying and broken up about the baby.

“I know that baby is his! He looks just like our son, Mama, and Cameron just flat out lied to my face and had the audacity to tell me that he wants me to raise their son. What kind of man does that to his wife? I’m so hurt right now,” Monique cried on the phone to Teresa.

Teresa laid the baby on the couch before turning back to her son. “You have to get rid of him or else you gon’ lose your wife. Drop him off on Keisha’s mother’s porch while her ass is out running from drug lords, son, and fix your marriage,” Teresa stressed.

“He’s my son though, Ma,” Cameron replied. “I can’t just abandon him.” He didn’t know what to do.

Teresa sighed disappointedly. “Unfortunately, I know he’s yours, but now it’s time you tell your wife the truth before it’s too late,” his mother said, and then she began to vent her hatred toward Keisha. “I hate that no-good, drug dealing bitch!” Teresa continued.

“Ma, not right now,” Cameron interjected. He was in no mood to go back and forth with his mother. “I’ll be back.” He threw his hands up, left out the door, and climbed back into his car. Getting his wife back was the only thing on his mind.

Bumping his favorite old school funk, Cameron tried to figure out how he could fix the situation without losing Monique.
If I tell her the truth, I’ma lose her, but if I lie, I’ma still lose. Gotdamn, I’m fucked!
Cameron continued to draw a blank.
Fuck it, I’ma tell her the truth. I cheated before we got married, but it wasn’t like I knew she kept the baby after I told her to get an abortion.

When Cameron reached his in-laws’ castle of a home, he noticed that Monique’s car wasn’t there and figured she didn’t want to disclose their marital issues with her parents. So he drove off, deciding not to involve them, and tried getting Monique back on the phone. But he was forwarded to her voicemail again.
Where the fuck can she be?
Cameron’s wondered whether Monique was cheating on him or not. He tried to excuse the thought, but he remembered how once upon a time he never imagined Keisha would ever cheat on him either and she had been all along.
Bitch bet’ not let me find out she fucking around on me…on Crip, cuh!

After driving past all of Monique’s friends’ houses looking for her car and trying in vain to get her on the phone, Cameron headed back to his mother’s house, heated that he was unable to locate or get in contact with his wife.
Suddenly Monique’s na
me flashed across his mobile device’s screen. Cameron angrily answered angrily, having concluded that she had been having an affair. “So you decided to call me back after you finished fucking some other nigga? Where the fuck you at, Nique? I know how crafty you bitches can be.”

“Bitches and fucking some other man?” Monique exclaimed disbelievingly. “Are you fucking serious, Cameron?” Monique was baffled.
Here she had been in a hotel room with their son, crying her heart out, too embarrassed and ashamed to go to her parents with her marital problems, and Cameron had the nerve to try to flip the script and accuse her of cheating.

“Save all that good girl shit, Nique, and don’t lie and say that you’re at your parents’ house because I just left there looking for yo’ ass!”

“Fuck you, Cam!” Monique retorted. “I’m not telling you where I’m at until yo’ lying ass tell me the fucking truth. IS THAT YOUR SON?” She wanted him to tell her the truth, but at the same time, she wanted him to deny it to the very end and make it all go away so that they could go on with their life. But she couldn’t allow herself to live a lie.

“We’ll talk after you tell me where the fuck you at and what nigga you been with?”

Monique gave up. She wasn’t
willing to
entertain his delusions. “It’s sad how Keisha ruined you and fucked your head all up!” Monique shouted into the phone. “But when you’re ready to discuss the truth, I’ll be here waiting…with our son!” She disconnected the call and then immediately broke down and cried. She had given up her career in modeling to be his wife and create a family for him and she was now deeply regretting it.

 

Li’l Boo

“So Keisha on the run, and not one muthafucka know if she’s alright or where my daughter is at?” Lil Boo stood from his hospital bed, relying on a chain to keep his balance. He had exceeded his doctor’s expectations of him ever standing or walking again. Li’l Boo had been out of his coma for days and his child and Keisha were the only things on his mind. “This is some bullshit!” Li’l Boo fumed.

His mother Sheila tried calming him down. “All she left me was a number for a guy named Big Pope Dog from the eastside, an
d she said that he would be able to get you in contact with her,” his mother told him and then began to cry and praise God. “God is good! My son is back and is standing on his own feet. Thank you, Jesus!” She fell to her knees, giving God all the glory. It was an absolute miracle that her son had recovered against all odds, and although
his memory was slightly off, he remembered the faces of his family and kids.

Li’l Boo knew Big Pope Dog from Keisha’s neighborhood. He was a hitman that had bodied more than a few enemies for him in the past. Since Li’l Boo’s cell phone had been disconnected during the time he was in the coma, he asked his mother for her cell phone and the number that Keisha left for him to call, hopeful that she was still alive.

Li’l Boo’s mother passed him the piece of paper she had written Big Pope Dog’s number on. She pleaded with her son not to get involved in any more of Keisha’s drama. She knew how defiant her son could be when it came to the streets and those he loved.

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