Ghetto Love Story

Chapter 13: Letting Go for Good Part II

A Ghetto Love Story:

Chapter 13............

Kartier POV:

    It's five a.m. as I laid in this bed without my damn wife, I couldn't believe this bitch ass nigga it's been a week since Asani was shot by him and it's taking everything in me not to kill this hoe ass nigga.

         Every question ran through my mind, how could you shoot the mother of your fucking child with no remorse? How could you even aim a tool at her Bruh? How am I supposed to let this nigga walk around alive after that? I promised myself I wouldn't off his ass until Asani gave me the fucking okay, but what the fuck was I supposed to do she's my fucking wife.

         As I jumped out of the bed fully dressed in a white and blue Christian Dior jump suit with a white t and navy blue Timbs on. I grabbed my 45 calibers pistol off the bed and headed for the hospital, I needed to here for a few before going on about my day my little man was with her parents in the meantime while I handled this.

        Tapping the guard letting him know to lock up and watch his surroundings and that I was headed out I would be back. Walking in the parking garage of her loft apartments checking my phone and not paying attention to the garage a familiar voice caught me off guard "Nigga you gone keep dodging me like I ain't out here trying to save your ass Nigga." DA Miller said through gritted teeth.

         As he approached me in dark but light corner away from cameras "say nigga don't fucking forget you on my pay roll and I'm Mrs. Miller and those babies of yours in that nice ass house of yours watch who the fuck you talking to nigga."

        Today is not the day and the nigga want to be fucking with me holding me up like I don't have shit to do "I'm just checking my fucking payment nigga I am keep your ass off these rats radar nigga don't forget that." This nigga really thought he had a ledge over my head as if he was the only mother fucker on my payroll.

          Spitting in a direction near his shoes and approaching him a little closer while mugging this fucking clown " Nigga you forgot you not the only nigga I made my bitch in law enforcements keep playing with me and you will be off my fucking payroll so damn fast, and I dare you open your mouth about any of my operations and bitch that's your head on a platter delivered to you fucking wife."

           His facial expression was letting me know that he was phased by what I said, but he was to prideful to show another man how bothered he was. I walked pass his clown ass and got in my Mercedes G Wagon.

         As I drove down the street and jammed my nigga Boosie album "Life After Death Row" No Juice was ringing through my speakers approaching a red light my phone rung as it sat in the cup holder. " Good morning Mrs. Johnson talk to me, how is she?" "Good morning my baby your fiancé is doing good her vitals are stabilizing and she should be waking up hopefully by next week today is Sunday baby so, I say give her body until about Wednesday."

          "Well, that's good I'll be up there in a few to come and see her I'm just handling some business before coming up there. Do you need me to bring you anything?" I stated through the phone "No Kartier and you know you can't bring me anything up here it against policy baby, but let me get off this phone motherfuckers walking around here, but not doing they damn jobs send me a text when you get here so I can come down I need to talk to you."

         "Okay Ma I should be there in the next 2-4 hours love you." Hanging up the phone as flashbacks ran through my mind of how I even came in contact with Mrs. Johnson I would never forget the day I laid eyes on that woman.