Business & Love

Chapter 4

Myra P.O.V

After spending weeks in the hospital I'm finally able to leave. Of course who ever did this is gonna pay but I have to work on myself. My doctor said I have very severe anger problems, especially after I punched a nurse in her face causing her nose to break and her cheek bone to cave in.

"Myra baby, I'm telling you I will find out who did it." Trevor says.

I grunt then shake my head. "Ok and when you do make sure they fucking suffer." I say sitting on the couch.

"Baby calm down." Trevor says kissing my forehead.

"Baby I'm calm, I'm just aggravated, each day that passes, and I know the mofo who did this is still breathing and laughing, I just, it drives me crazy." I say.

"You're thinking too hard, just let them get their freedom for now." He says as he starts the shower. "Now I'm getting in the shower." He says as he closes the door.

I sigh then get up and go into the kitchen. I open the fridge and look around then grab a water. I open it then hear a knock at the door. I grunt then check my watch. I grab a gun and put it in my waist under my shirt. I look through the peep hole then back up.

"Who is it?" I ask as I pull the gun out and cock it then hold it to my side.

"Myra open up, you don't know me, yet but I have to talk to you." The person says.

"Sorry if I don't trust you right now." I say through the door.

"If I do anything you can shoot me with the gun you just cocked. Just open the door. Before Trevor gets out the shower." The person says.

I chuckle then shake my head. "What are you spying on me?" I ask. "Sorry but you gon have to kick this door down causing you to get shot. I'm on edge kid." I say.

Who is this kid anyways. How he know me and Trevor. This nigga obviously wanna get killed coming up to my door like this. I chuckle lightly then quickly open the door. I back up and hold my gun up. The person walks in and he's covered in tattoos. He's sorta light skinned a little darker then me. He reminds me of someone but right now I don't care, I just needa know why he's here.

"Was that so hard?" He asks as he closes the door behind himself. "Please lower the gun Myra. I'm telling you, you don't want a body on your hands." He says smiling slightly.

"What makes you think I already don't have a body or two on my hands. Remember dude I'm on edge, I have trust issues." I say smiling while tilting my head.

"Oh yeah I forgot, dude got you killing." He says smirking. "Excuse me where are my manners. My name is Parker. I'm your half brother." He says grabbing a bottle of Hennessy and pouring some into a shot glass.

"My brother huh? What's stopping me from shooting you right now?" I ask.

"The fact that in your mind you're contemplating on who I look like when I actually look like Richard, our wonderful loving father." He says sarcastically.

"Mhmm and I'm sorry I haven't seen Richard in years, my mother told me he died so you just signed your death..." He cuts me off.

"Lower the gun Myra!" He shouts. "Richard ain't dead, he's alive, lives downtown actually. He left your mother for my mother." He says laughing a little.

"Oh and you think that's funny huh?" I say as I hear the shower stop.

"Yes very funny actually. Your mother and my mother was both his baby mothers. He chose my moms over yours and he still lied. Never told us he had a second family." He says sipping his drink. "Your mother was his hoe, and my mother was his main chick." He adds.