𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟰𝟱.

(a/n: longgg chapter bc i kinda fw with y'all🙄💕 sike nah ily & it's 6,600+ words so enjoyy!)

(2 months later..)

𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
📍STL – MO📍

"So I'm not leaving from here..?" As Kamari chewed the meal in front of her, she questioned with curiosity.

Seven felt that was the least they could do, while they kept her captive in the restricted bedroom, which was located in a different location than before.

They hadn't let her out at all. Either they brought it down to her or they had everything she needed in that room.

"Shawty, mothafuckas ain't even really fuckin' witchu right now. You should be glad you still alive cus', g shit, if it was up to dem' niggas, you wouldn't be." From the doorway right across from her, Seven spoke.

He was the one who had given the meal and drink she was having.

"I'm sorry.." Kamari whispered lowly.

Since the day they discovered she had gone against them she had only seemed to be able to apologize. Though they didn't want to hear it, Seven was probably the only one who did.

"Ion even understand, cuhs." Seven eyed her and shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Sev. I didn't want to. I swear I would have done things differently if I could."

After a few weeks of sleeping in the same bed, Kamari started to get out of it.

She spoke with faith and fixed her eyes on him the entire time.

"Nah, Kamari. Don't come over here, bra. Stay that way." Seven warned her.

"I'm just trying to apologize, Sev." Kamari moved closer to him.

"Cool. Go back over there."

Kamari watched him from where she was standing a few feet away.

"Sev, please. I'm trying to help you." Kamari said.

"How you tryna help me and you just went against me?" Seven questioned. "You ain't no making sense."

Kamari listened in silence while he spoke to her, her eyes fixed on the ground.

"If anything I'm helping you. I been helping you." Seven said. "How you tryna help me when you was sitting here this whole time knowing I was yo brother?"

"How you tryna help me when you was working with the nigga who was trying to get us killed— the nigga that's our dad."

"You ain't try to help shit, bra." After shaking his head, Seven left the room.

He continued to close and lock the door again properly as he noticed her shocked and regretful expression.

Seven walked all the way up the stairs also walking past the other guys that stood on standby.

Before opening the door, he stood in the space where nobody else was and answered his ringing phone.