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I'll admit, things haven't been easy these last few weeks but my mission was too important to complain; I could take sleeping in a car with three other niggas, I could take the toxic fast food restaurants, I could even deal with the lack of sleep. None of that matter, the only thing that mattered to me was finding this nigga Qwantay, and if it weren't for bitch ass Epic constantly interfering with my plans I would've been caught that nigga. But of course, it was Epic's way or no way... he felt that he was the only nigga who could find Qwantay when I was the one who needed to do this... it had to be me. Everything that happened, the shooting, my mom getting hurt, my family being destroyed.... all of it was because I chose to fall in love with the wrong nigga and now I had to be the one who ended this, the responsibility fell on my shoulders. How could I look my mom in the eyes, how could I face my dad, how could I hold my son, fully gain Legend's forgiveness with this nigga Qwantay still breathing? The responsibility fell on me and I was going to see this through to the end. As I've stated it wasn't easy; Qwantay was smart, he had people who were loyal to him that was monitoring my bank accounts, watching where I used my cards, so that proved to be a hindrance in the options I had, cash was a possibility but you know in today's climate everything is digital and I wasn't trying to tip him off especially since I was so close.... though right now my mind should be on the mission, I had other complications that were distracting me at the moment.....

"Jordan, why aren't you in bed?" I asked looking down at my son's face on the screen, it was late... damn near one in the morning and he was still running around like it was recess or something.

"I'm not tired and my Buddy said I could stay up a little bit longer....." Jordan explained and he was too young to realize that he was going to get his 'Buddy' fucked up. "And I took a nap today, I slept all day and now...." He tried to hide his yawn. "I'm not tired."

"Put Sincere on the phone and start getting ready for bed." I said trying to keep an even tone, I really wasn't in the mood to be debating with a toddler, Jordan ran to the room down the hall and handed Sincere the phone before making himself comfortable in Sincere's bed. "Where's Neisha?" I asked quietly.

"Knocked.... I made some Rasta Pasta earlier and she ate about three big ass bowls and like six pieces of garlic bread, I can't lie that shyt was good as fuck..... but I couldn't really enjoy it because Neisha ate most of it." Sincere said shaking his head. "So wassup? Still on your hunting trip?" Sincere asked stepping out on the porch.

"Yeah, Detroit and Courtney went to do a little scouting mission just to be sure but we may have finally cornered our prey." I said looking up at the moonless sky from the balcony. "Ayy man, Jordan needs to be in bed...."

"Ayy that's on him... you and Neisha could've warned me that this kid is the damn Terminator, I gave his little ass three of those melatonin gummies at like ten, and his ass has been fighting them since..... He's not trying to go to bed, he wants to stay up and get into shyt." Sincere said.

"Well put him in HIS ROOM, turn off the lights, and leave his ass in the dark... he'll take his ass to sleep eventually." I said and I could see Sincere wasn't trying to do that... ol'soft ass, how you let a three-year-old run you like that? "Look this trip should be over soon, I was hoping you'd be waiting for me when I got back..... it's been a little minute since we......" The door opened and my cousin Xavion joined me on the balcony and cutting me off. "I'll call you later.... we good?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, Courtney just told me that they saw him going inside the house. They haven't seen him leave either so this is our best chance to get that nigga....." Xavion said and I nodded. "I think we should check out, there's no point in us coming back here once we're done." He said and again I nodded, I wanted to be on the road and heading back home tonight.