II.Qveen of the $treets

Chapter THIRTY ONE - Snatched

Chapter THIRTY ONE

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Andre

"Where are you headed baby?" Aliyah asked as she walked up behind me and wrapped her slim arms around my waist. I placed my hands on top of hers and looked at her through the bathroom mirror. I was only wearing light denim jeans with my wheat colored Timberland boots and no shirt to cover my bare chest. Aliyah had on nothing but a bra and the bottoms to her pink scrubs.

"I'm about to go and meet up wit' yo pops and the rest of the old heads from back in the day. It's been long enough and we got to handle this problem before it strays too far away." I said carefully and looked down at her skeptically. She sighed and went to release me from her grasp, but I turned around to face her while she was still in my arms. I grabbed her chin with my hand and brought her face closer to mine in a kiss. It was a good thing that Amani was in the other room, waiting on us. Our lips moved together in a perfect rhythm for a moment and I pulled away.

"Baby, do you have to even be involved in that? I'm sure we can pay someone to have the hit done instead of getting your hands dirty again Andre. It's been a couple of years since you did things like that. You have a family that you have to think about now. We lost you once and we aren't trying to lose you again this soon." She spoke sternly and dug her long nail into my chest on the last part. I winced and pushed her hand away, because the shit hurt.

"You won't have to lose me baby, I'm gone be straight. This nigga tried to take me away from my family, so this shit has become very personal. I want to kill this nigga by myself, by my hands like he tried to do me. I'm only allowing your father to get involved because I promised you that I would do so."

"Fine." she mumbled quietly and disappeared into the bedroom quickly. I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face, because I didn't want her worrying about me. Alot of shit has happened to me in the past, but I don't want her to focus on me, but more on my baby girl. I can handle myself in a situation, but Amani needs her more than anything.

Aliyah doesn't understand the game and how it's played, like I do. I may have gotten out over 5 years ago, but I still have that same mentality. I'm the same nigga that sold drugs and killed people for a living on both the North Carolina and Miami streets. I have grown for my family, but that shit still rests deep inside of me. It was already hard to stop doing what my pops and grandpops did all their life, but I value my family too much to end up where they're at. If somebody bust at me, I bust back. That's just how the game goes. Live by the code, die by the code, but not yet though.

I made my way into the bedroom to see that she was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. I knew she had a lot on her mind, but hell so did I. I walked over and kneeled down right in front of where she sat on the bed. My eyes immediately went to her breast because they were all in my face, but I knew it wasn't the time to bring out the freaky side of me. I gathered my thoughts before speaking.

"You good?"

"Yes, no, I don't know." she shrugged, still not looking at me, but everywhere else in the room. I took her small hand and placed it inside of mine. I also turned her face so she was looking at me and she did, with those chinky, low brown eyes that I fell in love with 6 years ago.

"Baby, stop stressing about that. It's gone be handled and I'm gone be able to live my life out with my family afterwards. I could have died twice before, but I'm still here ain't I?" I asked then rethought about what I'd said. It wasn't a good point to make.

"Yeah, but you know what they say, third times a charm." she said and I had to crack a smile. I brought her lips to mine in a simple kiss and allowed her to pull away. I flipped her hand over to reveal her wrist and I looked at the tattoo that we'd gotten our senior year of high school. It was only my name, but now Amani's name was added and the day that she was born. I ran my finger over my name and the date that we made this official and smiled to myself.