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63.

Program.

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...and now that Khalil is away- the remains of his body burried deep underground, Celest and Kevaun thought everything was back to normal.

But as soon as the couple had finally settled in their home, the unexpected happened. Kevaun knew that this moment was coming at some point because he his self know that he isn't no saint.

The Don of Spain Town- classified as a murderer, gunman and an intellectual choppa, owning several amount of illegal businesses, locked away in a cell for many years without the possibility of parole.

No one thought he'd be like most, seeing that Kevaun is a man of order. Someone who is very hard to be caught or studied, serving many years in prison for all the crimes he had committed.

Khalil is gone.. for good, Kevaun is spending 15 years in jail, far away from his family and not sure if he'll ever see them again. Brandon is constantly worrying that will he be a good dad and fighting the demons from his past, Lila being stuck in the hospital with her new born child, having no emotional support and Celest...

-back in the messed up state of mind, crying out for help- both mentally and physically, stressed about how will she survive with a child on her own living her life without the person who makes her happy and safe, sick about the fact that she will never be happy.

Her life is shattered.
She's broken.

Accepting that nothing will ever be good in her life, she gives up.
She will never be happy.

Hours before the chaos.

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"We a do this, and we a do it and do it good. Cyaa afford fi mek nuh mistake. Everything should be smooth and in order. Do not fuck this up or me a kill uno before Khalil get fi do it," Kevaun spoke to the men in front of him.

Standing behind the board table, he went over his plan once more, making sure everyone understood and is clear on what should take place.
Even though his whole demeanour is firm and nonchalant, deep down he's worried.

He has never met someone like Khalil and he has never been in this type of situation, but with his girl by his side and a glass of hennessy, he'll be okay.
Kevaun isn't afraid of death so that's basically the least of his problems.

But death means, leaving them behind and that is something he doesn't want to ever happen.

Celest sat at a corner, watching him as he spoke. Her gold glock is resting in her lap, along with her black gloves.
She has her hoodie over her head, her jet black jeans and her black airforce that fitted her feet properly.

She's fully set and ready to do anything to ensure the safety of both her baby's and her boyfriend's life. A deep sigh then left her lips when the group of men exited the room.

"Come talk to mi," Kevaun said, walking slowly over to her. Her eyes left the gun and wondered to his.
"What if this doesn't go as planned? What if y-"

Silencing her words by covering her mouth with his, they kissed for a minute. "Stop.. mi nuh use to you always worrying like this. Think positive babe, a you normally tell mi that eno," Kevaun said, holding her hands.

"But I just feel like something is going to happen...and yuh know seh anytime mi feel like this, sumo actually guh wrong,"-

"I know baby, but right now all we can do is have faith and push the negative thoughts behind. We can do this. It's not the end of the world. Everything is gonna be okay and even if it doesn't go as planned, memba seh mi love uno more than mi own life yer and I won't let anything happen to either of you,"-