SOULMATES

2

1 year later

"ITE PUSY ASS BITCH YOU WANNA KEEP PLAYIN WIT ME?! HUH!?"

After pistol whipping this sorry ass nigga in his right eye, i clearly expected a response as soon as possible. But nah he rather wince in pain and move his head around...shit didn't even hurt.

"Yo Lance dis nigga really think i'm playin wit em huh?" I looked over at Lance who was recounting the money that this nigga brought which was not the amount he was supposed to give me.

"Youn know how the game works? I give you the drugs and you distribute them- i mean why the fuck do i gotta tel you how to fuckin-"

I dropped my gun and started punching him right in his jaw with both of my fists. For some reason i couldn't stop.

After a minute his blood was all over my hands but i kept going. Soon enough before his ass was dead, Lance placed his hand on my shoulder—I immediately stopped.

I looked at him and shook my head no, returning my attention to the bloody nigga that was now knocked out unconscious.

"This is the least of our worries for real. We got other shit to deal with." Lance reminded me.

Without responding, i punched him in his shit one more time before walking out the room.

He's right though, my main focus is killing the niggas who killed my fuckin family. We've been going back n forth for damn near a year now. And trust me i got my lick back. Killed half of they cousins and brothers.

I know who killed my fuckin family and i know exactly why they did it too. My soul won't rest until them niggas are dead. I promise you.

I walked outside and started pacing back n forth. It felt like my anxiety was finna take over but i refuse to let that happen.

Lance came out side a few minutes after me. "I heard them niggas finna be at the spot later on tonight. They celebrating one of the baby mamas birthday or sum, we dere?"

One thing about me, i'll kill a nigga with no hesitation. One thing i DONT go for is killing women or kids. I don't see how you can do that. Killing is wrong in general, im aware...but i know my limits. Even though they killed my girl and baby, i wouldn't dare hurt theirs.

"Nah, let them have they lo fun time, but after..."

I didn't have to say anything else, he understood immediately.

As i pulled up to my crib i got out looking around. I fast walked into the house and slammed the door. Throwing my keys on the table i ran upstairs and went right into the bathroom.

Huffing, i took my clothes off and turned my shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror with anger and felt my eyes tearing up. I hate myself.

I fucking hate myself, i hate who i've become. I hate what i do for a living. Everything about me i hate. I don't wanna be here. And yes that might sound suicidal but i have no reason to live.

I have no family, i have no friends. No one.

I shook my head and got in the shower.

After an hour i got out, wrapping the towel around my lower body and going into my room.

It was around 8pm and i'm just waiting for Lance to give me the go.

After the situation happened i moved, not too far but far enough to were niggas not even Lance know where i stay.

Ion trust anyone anymore, i'm cool on my own. I'm perfectly fine being by myself.

After getting dressed i sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed. I looked around, noticing how everything around me was bland and boring, knowing my baby would have spruced it up with her wonderful taste.

I felt my phone ringing and seen Lance was calling me.

I got up and grabbed everything i needed and headed out.

We slowly pulled up and parked behind some cars. I glared and looked around, seeing everyone leaving and walking to their cars n shit. I looked at lance and seen him with his gun, staring at it.

"Watchu got goin on." I asked while still looking around.

"What you mean?" He asked.

"What you thinkin' bout? I see you ova there thinking bout shit, i know you."

He laughed and shook his head. "Nah, i'm just ready to get this shit over wit. These niggas been alive way too long."

I scoffed, this nigga ain't never lie.

We waited a couple more minutes til we seen the niggas we was lookin for, with excitement i sat up and tapped lance on his chest. "Dere they go."

With ease, Lance pulled out the parked spot and slowly approached them. He turned the head lights off and i knew it was time.

With a glare i smirked, bit my bottom lip and rolled my window down.

I grabbed Lance's uzi with my right and my uzi with my left and pointed them out the window and immediately started blasting these bitches.

I completely dissociated. I didn't think, i didn't feel, i just kept going.

Later that month.

I woke up feeling paranoid. that's usually how i've been feeling for a while but i got used to it. My morning routine is making sure my glock is still under my pillow. Then getting up looking around practically confused. Then starting my day off with a nice hot ass shower. But not this time, i just want some food.

Being alone has gotten a little easy, shit can be boring but i deserve this time to relax. The morning is way to calm anyway, I expect some type of phone call from Lance to appear any second now; that's how my life is.

I went downstairs and started making me some breakfast, i checked my phone and seen no notifications from anyone. Which is normal fa me cuz ion talk to no one but Lance. I chose to keep it that way.

I don't have social media anymore, ion want that shit. I barely touch my phone i just be plottin most of da time.

After i was done eating my food i stood up, about to go back upstairs until i felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I looked down and seen it was Lance calling.

"Yo." I said dryly

"Wassup nigga what you doin today?" He asked me. It sounded like movement in the background, wonder what he got going on.

"You know ion got shit to do but go down to the trap or sum...why wassup?" I responded

"There's this party i got invited to, You was invited too but niggas ain't really wanna bother you-"

"Fuck i look like going to any types of parties my nigga?"

I huffed and walked upstairs.

"I know how you feel bout em but i was hoping to get you out ya comfort zone for a minute." He replied.

I chuckled and shook my head, placing my phone down and putting it on speaker. "Niggas already know how i get down, i haven't had fun in a long time, ion want to now. Plus you know what i rather do."

"I knew you was finna say that and you know i got your back 1000 % but my nigga on some real shit, life goes on. Hit me when you finally decide. Love you."

He hung up and i stood there. "Life goes on." I mumbled to myself.

i contemplated on when i should introduce the kids but then i decided to let y'all get to know him a little first, but the kids will appear in chapter 5!