Book 2 pt 3. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK ONE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!!!!!
Javen and Kentrell face serious problems in there life that deal with having people out for them. They go through ups and downs with each other, friends and family. But in the em...
Nia- Excuse any mistakes — November 16, 2022 10:11 p.m Los Angelas, California Continuing from last chapter — Javen Khari Scott
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I was in my car driving over to Glendale which was about at the most 20 minutes from where I stayed. Officer Prince just called and told me they finally found where the damn car was. I only knew one muhfucka who stayed in Glendale, and his ass came to visit me last night.
Officer Prince told me not to go yet and to wait until he called again but I couldn't do that. This was my child, I don't play about my kids. So fuck all that, they'll get here when they get here.
My phone started ringing again and I seen it was him.
"Javen-"
"Look Officer Prince I need to find my child. You gave me the address which you shouldn't have but since you did now I'm on my way there."
"Javen you need to wait for me and the other officers to come, you could get hurt."
"I'll be fine." I hung up started to speed a little bit. I hoped them bitches was there and they had my child. I should've brought somebody with me though, just to be safe. But it was what it was now.
When I made it there I seen Kentrell's car and then another car. It was this big ass house, hope I didn't get lost in this bitch.
I parked down the street to not be too suspicious. I hopped out the car running to the car and I seen Kulture in there strapped in her car seat.
Just left my baby huh? All alone in the dark and she probably hasn't eaten or drank anything.
I tried to open the door but it was locked. Growing angry I took off my shirt now just left in a bra, I went around to the other side before wrapping the shirt around my hand. I punched the window a good two times before the glass busted.
The car alarm started to go off and I quickly unlocked the door. I unbuckled Kulture hearing wince and whimper.
"I got you baby, come on." I picked her up getting out of the car. I bumped into somebody, I looked up at Chris.
"What you doing?" He asked with a sly smile.
"Taking my daughter and getting the fuck out of her." I tried to move past him but he blocked my path.
"You think it's finna be that easy-"
"Look Chris what you did to me last night was enough, it scarred my kids ok. What more do you want?! How much more can you hurt me?! What did I even do to you?! You want the twins and Jalyn in your life?! Is that it?! Is that what it's gonna take for you to stop?!"
"I mean what Chris? It's been what?.....maybe 4 years and you're still doing this shit. For what?"
"You shot me......took my kids from me, and you is a damn hypocrite. Let's not forget how you use to act before you came to L.A....." I raised an eyebrow.
