Chapter 9

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*2 Weeks Later*
August's POV
I was pulling up to the warehouse. It had been two weeks since the accident and lil ma had recovered from it better than I thought. Her bruises had disappeared pretty quickly. I still wanted to find the nigga who had hurt her, though. I knew at least five guys were involved, but I wanted the nigga who had put his hands on Kyiana, and I had him. I walked into the warehouse. The nigga was tied up in a chair. I took my jacket off and threw it on the ground. "August--" one my men said but I didn't hear them. In my head, all I heard was Kyiana screaming and crying. I started punching the nigga in is face, not stopping. Punch, after punch. I wanted him dead for hurting Kyiana. After thirty minutes of beating his ass, I pulled my gun out and emptied my whole click on the nigga. Once I was pretty sure the nigga was lifeless I told my men to burn the body. I looked at the body one more time and left.
Kyiana's POV
I was at the house washing dishes. I had just got done cooking fried chicken and macaroni & cheese. August's men came in and attacked the food. Good thing I cooked alot and I had already fixed me and August's plate. All the men sat down at the table and started to eat. "Grace?" I asked. They stopped eating and said grace. Then, they resumed eating like animals. "Where is August?" I asked them. "Office." they said. I got his plate, a drink, & a fork and sat it all on a tray. I picked it up and took it to his office. The office door was slightly open. I turnt around and pushed it open with my back. "Knock, knock." I said. August looked up and smiled. "It wouldn't have tasted as good cold." I said walking around his desk and sat his food. "Thanks, ma." August said. It was quiet. "Well, are going to tell me how it tastes?" I asked. He said his grace and then picked up his fork and taste some of his macaroni & cheese. He chewed and sallowed. Then, he took a bite of his chicken. He chewed and sallowed. "Oh my God. That is just...amazing." he said. I smiled. "When is the last time you guys had a home cooked meal?" I asked. "A while. August can't cook." one of his men said from the kitchen. "Shut up!" August said taking another bite of chicken. I laughed. "Have you ate?" he asked me. "No. I am about too." I said. I left the office and went to the kitchen and ate my plate.
*1 hour later*
After the dinner, I made sure the kitchen was clean and took a shower. I started to walk around the house when August called my name. "Yes." I said. "Come to my office." he said. I went downstairs to his office. "Can you separate and count this money for me?" he asked. "Yeah." I said, taking the bag out of his hands. After about one hour of counting money, the total came to $100,000. "What do you do with all this money?" I asked. "Give back and take care." he said. "Aww." I said. I walked around to him behind his desk. "You are a true gentlemen." I said. "Can this true gentlemen get a kiss?" I laughed and gave him a kiss.

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