AFTER KAMARAS MISCARRIAGE.
Jerome was a complete prick of leaving his own baby mum after she had just lost their child.
3 black Range Rovers pulled up outside a huge mansion. Jerome, Slimz, Hakeem and other bare man quickly hop out, with guns and knives tucked in their trousers just incase anything was to happen.
Jerome hopped up a couple stairs and rang the the doorbell.
All eyes were on Jerome as he stepped in dressed all in black with his guys. Ghost sat there shuffling money between his hands, it was likely the money was from fraud, two girls sat beside him massaging his shoulders and caressing him.
"Yo" He daps up Ghost who beckons him over to talk on the balcony, before leaving his seat he picks a bottle of Malibu and two glass cups, Slimz and Hakeem attempt to follow them outside but Jerome signals them not to.
"Drink?" Ghost offers Jerome.
"Yeah mun"
He pours some into one glass and hands it to him.
"Look man I'm going to be real wit' you there's no way we're going to survive these streets"He says before taking a sip of the Malibu.
"Speak for yourself fam" he kisses his teeth
"I'm not fucking playing Jerome"
"Look all im saying is that we need someone to run these ends when I'm gone"
"It's me man and you fucking know it" he said before taking another sip of the Malibu.
"Nah man my son, he's just like me, cold hearted when he needs to be"
" no disrespect but who is your son, I run these fucking ends and you know that"
"You know what I ain't even gon' argue with you, but something else that's been on my mind"
"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"My boy trigz, passed away a couple months ago innit"
Jerome gulped nervously, Jerome had never been this nervous.
"I think that you know who might of done it" Ghost turned to Jerome.
"Nah man, sorry for your loss though" Jerome was in deep deep shit.
"I'm gonna get some of the guys to find out who it was but...when they find this dickhead I want YOU to kill him" he took another sip of his drink.
"Cool then" he muttered under his breath. He exits the balcony and his guys follow.
"What happened?" Hakeem asks as they rush out.
"Ghost is fucking onto me" they hurriedly got into the car.
"Yo quick question, why aren't you with Kamara" Slimz asked as he put on his seatbelt"
"Aye fuck her man, that bitch could of killed me" Hakeem chuckled.
Jerome remained silent, what a fucking pussy.
"So your just going to let Hakeem disrespect your missus like that" Slimz shook his head in disappointment.
"Shut the fuck up man! Both of you I'll deal with Kamara as soon as I get home" he yelled making everyone go silent. Kamara deserved way better than someone who couldn't even last 2 minutes during sex.
The whole car ride back was silent and he dropped Hakeem and Slimz home. He got home to find the whole house empty..
"For fuck sake" he muttered under his breath before taking his phone out of his left pocket. He dialed her number and called her.
