SOULMATES

5

Anger pov

"What you mean i'm ya father. Ion got no kids."

The little boy shrugged his shoulder while finishing the bowl of cereal that i was finna fuck up.

"That's where they told us to go." He said with a mouth full of shit.

I shook my head in confusion. "Who's they?"

"DadaaaaaaAAAAAAA!" The little girl started yelling that shit.

My face was stuck.

"Look is you our father or not. We not tryna invade yo shit or whatever but the orphanage was treatin us like shit. I snuck into the office and found out you was our father or care taker or sum." The teenage boy spoke up while going to pick the little girl up.

"That's fucking crazy. Ion know what the fuck is goin on but i know i don't have any kids. I haven't fuck-"

I stopped my sentence and shook my head. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time seeing it was almost 2:30pm.

I sighed and looked around. Ion even know what to do. Ion know who the fuck these kids are. I lost my virginity to the love of my life and we had no kids...yet. This doesn't make sense. The boy looks half my fuckin age. I woulda knew if i had family.

It was still pouring outside and i didn't wanna have them outside walking around with no food or shelter.

"Y'all look wet as hell. Go upstairs and get changed. There's a guest room down the hall on the left. The clothes might be big on the little ones but jus figure it out or sum, i gotta go."

I grabbed my keys and walked out.

I pulled up to the trap. It's about 10 minutes from my new crib. It's very discreet.The house ain't small but it is forreal but we makin shit work. I been doin this shit since i was 14. This been the spot, over time i made the basement bigger. With the help of some old niggas that ain't around no more cuz they chose family over this life (which i don't blame em for.)

But niggas made this shit happen and now this money comin in non stop.

I went through the back door and swiftly went down the steps. I sighed and walked down the hallway.

"Yooooo Anger wassup wit it?" I turned around and seen it was one of the niggas that worked for me.

"Yo wassup Roy." I responded while dappin him up.

"I got what you need. Imma need some mo and im gone."

He's one of my favorites. He don't say much, he just does what he needs to do and leaves. I like that.

"Ite cmon." I replied while continuing to walk down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway i have my whole section. Only nigga down this way is Lance. Unless if i'm here den the other niggas usually come down here to do what they need to do wit me...for example.

Roy pulls stacks n stacks out his book bag and placed em on the table. He bit his lip and i looked at the cash and nodded my head. I give him big shit cuz i know he comes back with big amounts everytime. It's Christmas today niggas.

"Coo" I mumbled while grabbing my black suit case and laying it on the side next to the cash. I opened it. It included pills and zips of weed. I usually let him pick what he wants to sell. Ion do this with all niggas but shid he earned his respect.

After splitting the money with him and letting him restock i decided to check on the rest of the niggas that was doin shit down here too.

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It was around 10pm when i pulled up to my crib. Niggas made good progress today and surprisingly i ain't kill no one.

Walkin into my house i instantly felt my heart drop, remembering i had children in my fuckin house. I looked around as seen nothing was messed up or broken. I glared cuz it was too good to be true. I placed my shit down and went upstairs. I checked the guest room and seen just the teen in the bed sleep.

"Lil nigga done made himself a home." I spoke to myself. He had one of my white tees on and some pajama pants. The bags he was holding was neatly placed on the wall next to the dresser.

I shut the door and looked in the other rooms but couldn't find the two little ones.

I sighed realizing they must be in my room. I walked in my room and seen the two kids cuddled up under my covers in my bed. I glared and shook my head.

"This can not be fuckin happenin' What the fuck is this shit?" I asked myself. I got closer and decided to get a closer look. The little boy has braids that went down his back. Looks like they haven't been touched up in a while. The little girls hair was in a puff, but it looks like no one decided to do anything about it for a while either.

I don't know who these kids are or where they came from. But i'll be damned if they stay here.

what do y'all think Anger should do?