Inconvenience People

Chapter 32

Milyn POV

"I really, really, reallyyy love those shoes Milyn !"

Jasmine said eagerly.

I smiled down at her, "Go get them."

She looked up at me confused but surprised, "Really ?"

Her high-pitch voice made me smile a little and feel warm inside. I knew I was doing something right.

I nodded and she ran off, "Go pick some more too !", I yelled behind her.

I grabbed her bags and sat them closer to me as I leaned my back on the wall. The vibration of my phone caused me to jump as I took it out my back pocket.

Without looking at caller ID, I answered.

"Hello ?"

"Wassup baby ?"

A small smile spread across my face to the sound of his voice.

"Hey Ty.", I replied.

"So what you doing ?"

"Shopping with Jasmine. It's really her getting anything she wants right now."

"Be careful Milyn."

My eyebrows knitted in confusion, "Careful ?"

"You can't just expect to keep her Milyn. She's not some doll that you just buy out the store."

"I going to keep her away from her father Tyler.", I gritted, "He's an abusive pig."

I heard him sigh on the other end, "Her father could be planning something Milyn."

"Or he could be passed out somewhere drunk as we speak. He doesn't give a damn about her Tyler."

I looked up to see Jasmine trying on shoes.

"Look, I know you're doing the right thing but.... just remember what I say Milyn."

I rolled my eyes, "Bye father."

I hung up and slid my phone back in my pocket. Tyler always has to be a damn know-it-all. It sometimes scares me because he's always right.

I walked over to Jasmine, "Found some ?"

"Mhm."

"Well let me see them cutie."

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Chris POV

I stared back down at his pleading eyes as fear consumed his body.

"I got a wife back home man. Please don't do this !", He begged.

My mind and body was in a total different state. My attitude was already out the door as I nonchalantly raised my .45 to his forehead.

"You wasn't thinking about all that shit when you stole from me huh ?", I asked.

He shook his head quickly, "I swear I didn't steal from you Chris !"

"THEN WHO TOOK MY SHIT !", I yelled from frustration.

I'm not going back and forth with this nigga.

There was a tear sliding from his eye and that shit made me feel sick.

I squeezed the trigger and heard the sounds of his brains splatter the dark room. His body dropped to the floor and I walked out the back door and jumped the fence before jogging down the airy street. I took my keys out my pocket and tapped the unlock button as I opened the car door. I pressed the start button as the engine roared. I sped off down the street.