War Zone: War In Our Hearts (Book 2)

Family my ass

A few days passed and shit been kinda cool, I guess. Nike and shawty been ignoring each otha, which I think is best. I already let Yanny known if she want Nike gone, just let me know.

But she said he could stay.

Ion know why she'd say some shit like that but then again, I do. Nike my nigga. I think of him like family and Yanny know how big I am on family so she probably think by puttin her feelins aside and lettin him stay, that's help me out.

But it ain't.

Even though Nike and Ty been with me from the start, Yanny been by my side too. We been through some heavy shit too. She coulda walk away when I was tryin to kill her brotha and afta she got shot at my place.

She ain't have to share the money with a nigga or even let me know she had the key or know where the island was.

All that shit let me know she trust me like I trust her. Meaning, she like family to me too. Shit, we bout to start our own family so what she doin honestly don't make sense to me.

But hey, she told me she doesn't want me involved and she can handle herself. So I backed off the situation and Imma see what she do. But I did tell her if shit get outta hand, I'm steppin in whether she like it or not.

Right now, Yanny out back in the pool with the twins. Nike, ion know where that nigga at but Ty out doin me a lil favor.

Well this shit wasn't no lil favor. It was big as fuck and I was nervous like a muthafucka. My leg was bouncin, hands sweating. What the fuck is wrong with a real nigga?

The front door opened and I hopped up, but it was just Nike. "Aye u good?" He chuckled.

"Naw man, I not" I said honestly "U seen Ty out there?"

He shook his head and sat on the couch. He yawned and kicked his feet up on the table "I'm tired as fuck"

"Yea? Well get ya feet off the fuckin table" I mumbled. I know that shit get on Yanny nerves and its startin to get on mine too.

I bit my bottom lip and smiled to myself. A nigga started thinkin bout Yanny and she just out back.

A few of my habits was rubbin off on her, like cussin when she mad. Takin a shower to cool down when mad. Sleepin half naked. And she startin to work out too.

I hate to admit this shit, but some of her habits rubbed off on me too. L-

"Wassup niggas" Ty fucked up my train of thought. He smirked at me and tossed me a small box "He hooked u up"

I opened the box "Damn" I mumbled. Nike stood up and walked in the kitchen.

"Yea man. I'd marry u for that shit" I raised an eyebrow at Ty. That nigga always sayin gay shit "Anyway he only charged $18,000 instead $25,000"

I smiled "Hell yea man" I dapped up Ty "I appreciate this shit man"

"It wasn't shit. U forreal gon ask her to marry u though? Like, my nigga really bout to settle down?" He smiled.

"Yea, I am" I admitted "I just gotta think of a special way to do it" I heard the screen door open and quickly hid the box but it was just the twins "Aye, check this out. It look good?"

I passed the box to David and he opened it "Damn" he laughed "This shit nice"

"Hell yea. What, it betta be for bae and not some random" Lil Sam said.

I sucked my teeth "Hell Yea its for Yanny. Why would I propose to some random hoe?" Nike walked out the kitchen "Nike, look at this" I tossed him the box and he popped it open.

His eyes went wide "Aye, that's what I'm talkin bout. Whats this for though?" He tossed it back and I put it in my pocket.

"He proposing to Yanny" Ty smiled. Nike face went from a smile to anger, quick. "Aye nigga, u good?"

Nike chuckled "Tell me u playin man. This a joke, right?"

"Why would I play bout somethin like this?" I shot back.

"U forreal bouta marry that bitch?" He yelled, standin up "Yo man, this is fuckin crazy"

"Relax ya self nigga. Don't disr-"

"Man fuck her. Ion give a shit no more. Afta all the shit y'all been through, u gon hand ya life ova to her?"

I stood up but Ty pulled me back down. He looked towards the screen door and so did I. Yanny was there with a towel round her.

"I'm fuckin talkin to u. How u gon marry this hoe" he pointed at her "U just gon throw away our friendship like that?"

"Ion know what the fuck u talkin bout but u needa relax and quit with the disrespect. We'll talk lata" I ain't want Yanny to hear this so I told her to go to the room "What's ya problem with my girl? She ain't do sh-"

"She ain't do shit to me but she did somethin to u nigga. How could u trust her after that shit in Detroit? Her brotha was afta us, all of us and y'all all buddy with her like shit cool" he continued "We all post to be family and this bitch comin between us. Ion care what nun of y'all say, she knew what Kodak was up to the whole time. They plann-"

"So her gettin shot too was part of the plan too? Huh nigga?"

"Hell yea. She playin u man. She playin all of ya'll and I'm tryin to make y'all see that shit. Why u keep takin up for her?"

I shook my head. This whole thing was pointless "I'm takin up for her cause that's my lady and I trust her. Ion care how u feel cause that shit irrelevant. I'm takin up for her cause u don't know the full fuckin story. U don't know her and the shit she been through nigga. I do. "

Afta the shit Kodak and his family did to Yanny ova all them years. Man, ain't no way she was in on it. If she was, she woulda shot me in the hospital and not him. If she was in on it, she wouldn't have let me kill them people she knew as family.

See, I knew this shit cause I was there. I ain't tell nobody though, cause that's between me and shawty only.

He laughed and sat down "I get it" he laughed again "she must got some good pussy man. Can I get a taste?"

I hopped off the couch and charged at him, knocking the couch back in the process. Blow afta blow, went right to his fuckin face. All that family shit went out the window as I continued to beat his ass.

Somebody who looked me as family wouldn't have said no disrespectful shit like that. They wouldn't have disrespected me or my girl like that.

I get he was lookin out for a nigga but damn. He coulda said what he had to say on a respectful level and we coulda moved on.

But no.

I could feel the twins and Ty tryin to pull me off but with the way I was feelin. That wasn't bouta work. I stopped when he quit fightin back and stood up.

Heavy breathing and bloody busted knuckles. I walked out to my car and drove off.